The first dragon of all time

After entering the inner world of the Mountain and River Map, Long Qingchen found himself in an ancient forest.

"Who is my opponent?"

He did not rush to find an opponent, but pondered.

"If we were to fight Bahuang, Double Star Queen, and Shou Chen, these three people's cultivation levels are much higher than mine. If I faced them directly, my chances of winning would be slim. I would need to make some preparations to have any chance of winning."

"If it's Feng Wu, Wu Yanchou and Hua Qingyu, the cultivation of these three people is similar to mine. If we face these three people directly, I have a 90% chance of winning. I don't need to prepare anything."

"Of course, if it's Sister Xuan, there's no need for a duel... I'll just give her half the key and admit defeat."

He first divided his opponents into three categories, and finally decided to play it safe and make some preparations.

He sat down cross-legged, took out the top-quality spiritual stone and seal knife from the space ring, and began to carve seals.

brush! brush! brush! ...

Possessing the memory of the Nine Ni Dragon Emperor, he knew all kinds of formations very well, and he could carve seals very quickly. Before long, there were piles of spiritual stones with already engraved formation patterns next to him.

According to the layout of the formation, these spirit stones were buried in different places in this ancient forest.

Then, he returned to his original place, sat down cross-legged, and continued carving.

Before the opponent finds him, he can carve the formation patterns needed for the "next two games" together. Of course, the premise is that he can defeat the current opponent before he can have the "next two games".

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As the saying goes, the authorities are confused, but the bystanders know clearly.

The internal world of the Mountain and River Map is very large. Long Qingchen has not met his opponent yet and does not know who his opponent is. However, those watching can see the entire scene in the Mountain and River Map and know very clearly who his opponent is.

At the gate of the Ancient Dragon Domain, Dragon Blood Martial Palace, Long Qinghu looked a little anxious, "Brother Chen's strength is not worse than this opponent, it seems there is no need to set up a formation, right?"

Long Qingyi hated Tie Bu Chenggang and slapped him on the back of the head, reprimanding, "You were selected into the Dragon Blood Martial House, why are you still so stupid? We can see who Xiaochen's opponent is, but Xiaochen can't see him. Of course you have to be prepared to meet your strongest opponent.”

"I'm so stupid, and you didn't inherit it from me."

Long Qinghu touched the back of his head aggrievedly.

The disciples couldn't help but laugh.

Long Qingyi was angry, "How dare you talk back?"

In order to avoid being beaten, Long Qinghu had no choice but to shut up and continue to watch the battle.

A young disciple of the Thunder Dragon clan asked suspiciously, "According to the rules, you are not allowed to use items that exceed your own strength. Doesn't the formation count?"

The fourth elder of the Thunder Dragon Clan, Long Leiming, smiled lightly and said, "The formations arranged by Master will be fine as long as they do not exceed your own strength."

Although she knew that Long Qingchen was nominally Elder Long Leiming's "master", the young disciple was still a little uncomfortable hearing Long Leiming call him that, "Oh..."

Long Qinghao's eyes were a little moist, and he murmured to himself, "I know how to plot against my opponents. I have finally grown up."

The clan elders were much calmer and seemed to have full confidence in Long Qingchen, or maybe the title of Supreme of All Races was too difficult and they didn't have high hopes.

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"The Dragon Clan's Supreme Being, at such a young age, actually knows how to form?"

"This kid is very insidious. He wants to use the formation to plot against the Holy Son."

"The Holy Son must find him quickly and don't let him arrange too many formations, otherwise, it will be troublesome."...

In the Northern Territory, the Blood Sea Holy Land, tens of thousands of people watching the battle were anxious.

A woman with beautiful eyes stared closely at Long Qingchen who was setting up the formation, with a hint of fighting spirit in her beautiful eyes, "Unfortunately, I was in retreat at the time and did not go to the Holy Court. I would have liked to meet him."

The Lord of the Blood Sea glanced at her and said with a faint smile, "We have only one quota in the Blood Sea. Your strength is stronger than Yan Chou. At that time, I really wanted you to join the Holy Academy. Considering that you are at a critical juncture in your cultivation, So I didn’t let you out of seclusion. Fortunately, Yan Chou lived up to expectations and got the title of Supreme."

The beautiful woman regretted, "Yan Chou only has the cultivation level of a third-level true immortal, which is still a bit low. At most, he can defeat this dragon supreme. It is impossible to get the title of supreme of all races. If it were me, at least seven Be sure.”

The Lord of the Blood Sea shook his head slightly, "Confidence is a good thing, but being too confident is arrogance. None of the evil geniuses who can get the title of Supreme are easy to deal with. Besides, there are reincarnations like Zhan Bahuang and Double Star Queen. This This is the most difficult title in history."

"Remember the Lord's teachings." The beautiful woman bowed, but her expression was a bit disapproving. Obviously, she was not convinced by these supreme beings.

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"It's him."

After waiting for about an hour, Long Qingchen sensed someone breaking into this ancient forest. Soon, he noticed the identity of the person, Wu Yanchou!

"It seems that the formation I set up is no longer useful."

He stood up slowly without activating the formation.

The formation was set up just in case, to deal with opponents who were higher in cultivation than him.

However, Wu Yanchou was a third-level true immortal, similar to him in cultivation, so he planned to "solve" it himself. starter

"Brother Chen, is that you?"

Wu Yanchou also sensed him, flew over, and landed on an ancient tree. He smiled and said, "It seems that I am lucky."

Long Qingchen looked indifferent, "Why, you think I'm weak?"

"That's not true. There is no weak person who can win the title of Supreme."

Wu Yanchou shook his head slightly and explained, "It's just that compared to the Double Star Queen, Zhan Bahuang, Shou Chen and Long Jinxuan'er, I would rather meet you..."

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Long Qingchen was a little helpless, "Well, you are also the opponent I prefer to meet."

Wu Yanchou laughed and looked for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com "To be honest, with our two cultivations, it is unlikely that we will win the title of Supreme of All Races. We are just joining in the fun, don't take it too seriously."

"You give up?"

Long Qingchen put the spirit stone with the seal pattern carved back into the space ring to prevent it from being shattered.

Wu Yanchou refused, "That's not possible. Countless people are watching the battle... I still want to win."

"Then take action."

Long Qingchen's eyes were dull. Although they had all obtained the title of Supreme, there are strong and weak differences among the Supremes. No one wanted to be considered the weakest. Therefore, even if they knew that they could not get the title of Supreme of All Races, , there will still be a competitive spirit.

"Brother Chen, be careful."

Wu Yanchou's spiritual power is very unique. It is a rare blood color, which may be related to his martial arts and major skills.

He used the Blood Sea Holy Land's top martial art - Tide of the Blood Sea!

Boom! ...

The blood-colored spiritual power rolled in, like a blood-colored ocean, containing majestic power. Wherever the waves passed, they crushed the void, and the surrounding ancient trees broke like straw!

Long Qingchen's eyes condensed, he turned over his hand and took out a sword, unsheathed it like lightning, and pointed straight ahead.

boom! ...

Like a volcano erupting, the sword intent reached its peak in an instant.

Buzz! ...

His body swayed, and the dragon's physical strength, dragon power, and nine-color spiritual power were all concentrated on the tip of the sword, and he performed the nine sword postures—sword drawing posture!

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