Legend of the Dragon King: Yinglong Soaring to the Sky

"Grandpa, are you so sure he will come?"

Qiangu Zhangting used the shower head in his hand to spray it twice on a plant. The plant was instantly plump and translucent.

The injuries that were shattered to pieces from the previous beating have long been intact under the accumulation of various magical elixirs.

Even the martial soul that was broken once again used a special method to remove the evil dragon soul inside.

"Not that I'm sure, but they will."

The Spirit Transferring Pagoda has the most effective intelligence network in the entire continent, and it does a lot of things in private. It has already taken other precautions since it agreed to the Holy Spirit Religion's partnership to destroy Shrek Academy.

Of course, the old fox had already noticed that these remaining remnants were gathering, but he just didn't take action.

This wool hasn't been harvested enough yet, it needs to be fattened before eating.

"By the way, how is your cultivation now? Is your martial spirit still suitable?"

"Yeah!" Qiangu Zhangting nodded, and then continued: "Grandpa, if your technology can be applied on a large scale, wouldn't it be..."

"Ah~"

"Silly boy, do you think I don't want to? If it weren't for the unusual movement in that sea area before, and we used technology to observe that our world has undergone tremendous changes, we wouldn't have been able to come up with this thing so quickly."

"Today is an era of technological explosion. It seems like there is an invisible giant hand driving the development of the world. Of course, our soul power has become more refined, but we are further away from becoming gods."

Qiangu Dongfeng sighed, feeling really unwilling.

As a level 99 demigod, his cultivation is sensitive to changes in the world much earlier than others.

When he discovered that his strength and cultivation had improved further, he was indeed excited and happy, but the trouble was that his progress was far from keeping up.

Their world is like a huge fruit, which is being constantly nourished and fertilized by the outside world.

"Then why?"

"All you need to know is to capture that girl. Her talent is extremely terrifying. If she becomes your wife, it will definitely be a big help."

"This..." Qiangu Zhangting hesitated and didn't know how to speak.

"Is there any difficulty?"

"No, it's just that he has always been indifferent to me."

Qiangu Zhangting felt a sense of bitterness every time he saw Gu Yue, she would always ignore her, just like the nightmare in Gotham City.

"As long as you like it, no matter what the means."

"You have to know that you are the one who thinks about the overall situation of our Qiangu clan, so this Spirit Transferring Pagoda must belong to you!"

Luo Yuchen looked up at the tall tower at the top, and a strange light flashed through the pair of golden vertical pupils under his hood.

"If you dare to plot against me, come on, come on, come on."

"When the time comes, I will let you go without any return."

. . . . . . . . .

Luo Yuchen kept searching for all kinds of information, and during this period he also killed many people, but he did it quietly.

Most people had murderous intentions after recognizing him. Although they didn't understand what hatred or resentment was worth taking such a big risk, he didn't let them go mercilessly.

The street was crowded with people, and they began to flock in one direction on time.

The front was congested, but the dangerous road behind was much sparsely populated.

Luo Yuchen was walking in the opposite direction with his hood on and walking swiftly in black clothes.

puff--

While rubbing shoulders, they bumped into someone's shoulder.

What a coincidence, this person is Qiangu Zhangting.

"Hmm~"

When he came back to his senses and turned around, he looked at me intriguingly. The sight of him dying in the opposite direction immediately brought back those unbearable memories.

"If you dare to hit the young master, stop him!"

The bastard next to him was about to make a move but was stopped.

"Don't make the matter a big deal, we still have to meet that little Yueyue."

"Do you recognize it?"

Luo Yuchen stood on the eaves and looked at the three people below, already impatient.

"The grandson of the current master of the Spirit Transferring Pagoda, I'm afraid all this is paving the way for you." He stood up, kicked up the dust on his body, took off his hood, and put it into the storage space.

Looking at the direction in which Qiangu Zhangting and his group were walking away, he followed them in a flash.

"Teacher, why are you here?"

Behind him, a hot and graceful woman walked from the door. It was rare for the deputy tower master of the Spirit Pagoda to come to such a place.

"What? Are you still thinking about him?"

Gu Yue sat on the bench and remained silent. She firmly believed that everything she had experienced before was definitely not a dream, nor was it her imagination.

Leng Yaozhu looked at the only disciple and felt a headache. Unexpectedly, he followed in his own footsteps and began to fight for his injustice.

"Be happy, Gu Yue's martial arts competition this time is prepared for you. When the time comes, tell the teacher which one you like, and the teacher will make the decision for you."

There was silence.

It is better to say that silence is greater than death.

The Dragon God's body only needs to be constantly warmed and rested, and it will take time to break through the constraints of heaven and earth, and it will not be a problem to create another divine realm.

Unfortunately, Luo Yuchen deceived him every time.

"Maybe he already knew my identity, but he never told me."

Gu Yue smiled bitterly, and a gust of cool wind hit her ears, causing her hair to be messy and dancing in the wind.

"Didn't you tell him that you are the Spirit Messenger of the Spirit Pagoda?" Leng Yaozhu asked doubtfully.

"Maybe…"

In so many years of getting along, she could more or less feel the difference in Luo Yuchen. Maybe he knew from the beginning that Na'er and she were the same person. From the beginning, he knew that this was a purposeful lurking.

Remember Starry Night.

Luo Yuchen stood in front of her and said, "You and I are casual acquaintances. Don't mention me when you meet others."

That night he revealed her soul beast's identity, but no one revealed it in front of the teacher and dean.

"Xiao Yueyue, are you there? I'm coming."

A disgusting sound came into Gu Yue's ears.

"It's this guy again!"

Leng Yaozhu pretended to be unhappy and said, "Why do you hate him? He is the grandson of the tower owner."

"I hate it. It has nothing to do with his identity, and the person I like is not here. Why should he?"

There was no doubt in Gu Yue's tone.

Among the many contestants, he never saw Luo Yuchen. Maybe he didn't come, maybe he died.

However, there is still hope.

"Why do you still want to see him?"

Leng Yaozhu looked at Gu Yue still reluctantly getting up and walking outside, and couldn't help but asked doubtfully.

"It's just profit."

Central Street was already overcrowded.

Many people came to watch the fun. There was a wreath surrounded by love and a circle of red candles in the middle. The flickering light of the fire warmed the darkness.

"This is why you took me around so many times!"

Luo Yuchen is very angry now. He has been following her for a day and now he has found her. And so many people are watching her being confessed by others and she feels very uncomfortable.

"Relax, don't get excited, don't get excited."

After Miao Yuan felt this emotional fluctuation, he was startled and quickly appeared to comfort him.

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will go on a killing spree now?"

Luo Yuchen glanced at Miao Yuan angrily.

"Don't be afraid of 10,000, just be afraid of what may happen. Besides, your emotions and desires are being deprived of your indifference. It's inevitable that you'll be indifferent! If you don't go astray..."

Miao Yuan is still observing Luo Yuchen's current situation in this life. In his opinion, this trumpet has been disabled for a long time if it was not for the purpose of accumulating experience.

(End of this chapter)