Is this just a joke? Long Zhuer is close at hand, but Tangcheng wants to accept hundreds of foreign women as gifts. Isn't this a way of seeking death? As for women who are not jealous, although the world is vast, there is no such magical creature! Long Yun's eyes flashed, and he turned around Long Zhu'er, and then he smiled clearly and said: "Haha, I understand, I understand, are you afraid that she will be jealous? From this point of view, she is better off without me!" "It's better! Let me be your lover!" Long Yun seemed to be stimulating Long Zhuer, wishing to press his whole body against Tang Cheng, and his high breasts were squeezed out of shape. Such a ridiculous scene appeared in public, and the eyes of all the dragons almost turned green with anger. But Long Zhuer was still extremely calm, which made Long Yun feel discouraged. "It's really not fun!" Long Yun pouted and gave up. From beginning to end, Tangcheng remained unmoved. Long Yun was extremely discouraged and asked: "How can you not be moved at all by the beautiful woman I brought to your door?" "There was a time when there was no way to make water, except Wushan. Although the person who wrote this poem was a bastard, this sentence Poetry is very good." "Poems are useless. Are they more lovely than power?" Long Yun was not interested at all. In the hundreds of millions of years of evolution of the Dragon Clan, there has been no such thing as poetry, poetry, and poetry. The pursuit of immortality and strength are the necessities of the daily life of the Dragon Clan. Spells and magical powers are occasional adjustments. In addition, sleeping in has become their favorite. As for the word game, as the direct descendants of Qinglong, they have no love for it. Tang Cheng smiled and didn't mind. For Tang Cheng, no matter what the dragon clan is, he doesn't want to have anything to do with it. While they were talking quietly, there was a lot of excitement on the ring, and the battle gradually became more intense. The result was as expected by Tang Cheng. In terms of points, several people from the Dragon Clan were ahead of the competition, leaving Tang Cheng behind. Some guys who were destined to be eliminated took the initiative to help them score points, which was absolutely unseen in previous years. With hundreds of people working together, it would be easy to maintain the title of number one in the Dragon Clan. "When it's over, remember to wake me up!" Long Yun glanced at Tang Cheng and felt touched in his heart. She herself is already a model of diligent practice. Without this guarantee, it would be impossible for her to reach the heights she is today with her outstanding appearance. "But there is a difference between diligence and diligence. People like Tang Cheng who never waste a single minute are definitely very few. Long Yun nodded with a complicated expression and agreed. ¡¾It seems that after the Dragon King Festival, I will have to work harder! ] The competition lasted for a full twenty-three days, and the results of the entire rankings were just announced. Tangcheng's ranking is 19th. It seems that these guys from the Dragon Clan are not too good at scoring points. In the huge Jixian Hall, apart from Long Yun, there was no other woman who had come all the way up from the lower floors. It stands to reason that Long Zhuer, as a seed contestant selected by the elders to participate in the Dragon King Festival, must be more jealous than Long Yun. However, sometimes, appearance is the most powerful weapon. In front of Long Zhuer, all the strange emotions disappeared, and all that was left was admiration. Long Zhuer has not mastered the art of charm like Xinyue Fox. Her words, smiles, and actions are all natural. That's what makes it even more exciting. According to the rules of previous ranking competitions, the top three hundred will automatically qualify for the Dragon King Festival. But this year there are five seeded players, so only the first 295 people can be admitted. It sounds like a lot, but among the three hundred people, only less than two hundred are really willing to participate in the Dragon King Festival. Even so, this year has the largest number of people in the 100th session. Long Haotian stood up, stroked his beard and said: "You are all heroes of our Dragon Clan, but no noise is allowed in front of the Holy Dragon Altar. You must keep this in mind." As he said that, Long Haotian gently Applause, in the Jixian Hall, the four corners of the wall glowed brightly, runes circulated, and spread throughout the Jixian Hall in a snap. Tang Cheng was not in a hurry. He could tell with just one glance that this was a teleportation circle. Sure enough, the next moment, everyone appeared on the rough sea. However, this time, the sea was no longer empty. A huge dragon skeleton slowly emerged from the sea and continued to rise. It wasn¡¯t until it was thousands of feet high that the dragon¡¯s skeleton stopped. As far as the eye can see, this skeleton is endless, at least tens of thousands of miles long. Different from the pale white bones of other creatures, the dragon's skeleton presents a brilliant golden color, which is dazzling and full of texture. Everyone understands that there is only one possibility for such a magical creature. This must be the skeleton of Dongfang Qinglong, one of the Four Sacred Beasts. "Hoo!" the chief of Tangcheng saidHe let out a deep breath and sighed in his heart. "It's a pity that I was born late. If I lived in the glorious medieval era, how wonderful my life would be. It is a lifelong regret not being able to see the unparalleled magical powers of the holy beasts from all directions! ¡¿ Long Haotian looked solemn. Facing the remains of the dragon, even as a great elder, he had to show his respect. After praying silently for a while, Long Haotian waved his hands and fired a series of magic spells, causing the head of the dragon's skeleton to open slowly and abnormally. As the dragon's mouth opened wide, a long dragon roar resounded throughout the sky. This sound is so wonderful that it penetrates deep into the soul, instantly calming down the restless mind. All distracting thoughts, whether positive or negative, were melted away in the long roar of the dragon. "You can go in!" Long Haotian signaled the tribesmen who wanted to accept the Dragon King's sacrifice to fly into the dragon's mouth. The so-called Holy Dragon Altar is in the mind of the holy beast Qinglong. Within the bones, these people, including Long Zhuer and others, will receive the Holy Dragon's initiation. The initiation process will last for seven full days, and this process is rough and abnormal. If you are unlucky, it will directly lead to death. This is why before entering the Holy Dragon Altar, you need to eliminate distracting thoughts with the sound of the dragon's roar. If there are too many distracting thoughts, the mortality rate will increase several times. However, even if the Dragon Clan controls everything in the process to perfection through various arrangements, someone will inevitably die. This is inevitable. More than two hundred people filed into the holy dragon's bones. This time, Long Zhu'er stayed at the end. Before leaving, she took a deep look at Tang Cheng. Then he left, only to see the dragon's mouth slowly closing and sinking into the endless deep sea again. Tang Cheng smiled slightly. The two of them didn't exchange a word from beginning to end, but they understood everything secretly. Just now, Long Zhuer told Tang Cheng to be careful. It is obvious that Tangcheng is in great danger here. As for where the danger comes from, it¡¯s self-evident! On the sea, the waves are rippling. Long Yiming was looking at Tang Cheng maliciously, with a cruel smile on his lips. All the holy dragons sank into the sea. Long Yiming couldn't stand it any longer. He took two steps forward and shouted sternly: "There is no one in the wilderness, how about you and I have a fight to cheer up the fun?" Tang tilted his head, glanced at Long Yiming lazily, and thought to himself : "This is the danger hinted by Long Zhu'er. The problem is that if this kind of villain is not given a severe lesson, I'm afraid he will bark even more fiercely!" The Holy Dragon Altar has sunk into the endless deep sea, even if the sea surface scrapes A strong wind of Level 12 would not affect the altar in the slightest. Therefore, the only person who had a chance to stop this battle remained silent. Tang Cheng spread his hands and said with a smile: "Since you are willing, why not?"