Fight Po: Opening Auction Qinglian Dixinhuo

Zhu Jin's eyes were red and he hissed: "You want to take away the woman I like. Why is it that I am the only one who is injured, and you become the Dragon King that everyone respects? I can only become a dragon with mixed blood!"

Zhu Kun felt a sense of solemn sadness in his heart when he saw that his younger brother had lost his conscience to such an extent.

"You are amazing, you are noble! You are amazing, everyone loves you!" Zhu Jin could no longer suppress the grievance in his heart, and roared loudly in front of everyone:

"Do you know how I have lived over the years? Do you know how many people have ridiculed, abused and beaten me?"

"Just because my bloodline is not pure, I am disabled, I am a cripple!"

"Why do all the good things have to be given to the royal family? Can I, the royal family, be trampled on by everyone at will?"

Zhu Jin was extremely excited, his eyes were red, and he hissed: "I will become the strongest person in the world, I will chase the highest step by step, I will become the Dragon King that everyone respects, I will become True royalty!"

Li Xiao put one hand behind his back, watching the noise not far away, looking at Nightshade eating popcorn beside him, and sighed: "What the Warcraft race cares about is often the purity of blood."

"After all, the pseudo-royal family is not as good as the royal family. This is why Zhu Jin is so cold-eyed."

Zhu Jin said hysterically: "You are all amazing, with pure blood and outstanding status in the clan! And I, just because I am a pseudo-royal, am defined as a hybrid Taixu ancient dragon. Why? Tell me why!" "

Just as Zhu Kun was about to speak, he was shocked back by the latter's eyes.

"Why should I be responsible for all this? What's wrong with me? The only ones who are wrong are you, Zhu Kun, the old Dragon King of the Taixu ancient dragon clan, and Zi Ji. You are all blind. !”

At this time, Zhu Jin could no longer suppress the anger he had been feeling for many years. He almost said it all at once, gritted his teeth, and pointed at everyone present with an angry look.

"Don't endure the suffering of others, and don't persuade others to be good. You guys are all filthy beasts!"

These words also aroused the dissatisfaction of many powerful people. It's wrong for you to curse people. If it wasn't because you were afraid of the majesty of Dengtian Pavilion, you would have rushed up to him and cut this guy into pieces.

"Zhu Jin, I can explain this to you..." Zhu Kun said hurriedly: "Actually, you like Zi Ji's sister, Zi Rou, and she has always liked you, but you mistakenly thought that woman was Zi Ji ………”

"And the bloodline of the False Dragon Emperor is indeed low, but you have also broken through the Nine-Star Fighting Saint, haven't you..."

"Zirou... no way!! No way... how could it be her... impossible, definitely impossible..."

Zhuhuo stood up and strode over, shook his head helplessly at everyone, looked at the old Dragon Emperor and said: "Miss Zirou died 500 years ago, and she died in his In hand..."

Zhu Kun couldn't help but frown when he heard this. Zirou is actually dead?
Zhu Jin suddenly went crazy while practicing, and happened to meet Zi Rou who came here to visit him.

However, that time would be the last time the two met.

After the strong men of the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan arrived, Zirou had already died in a pool of blood, but Zhu Jin regained his senses and directly ordered the girl's body to be thrown into a mass grave.

Zhu Jin had no choice but to accept this fact and rushed forward completely madly. Just when he was about to take action, a pair of big hands grabbed his neck and smashed him hard on the ground.

Under the impact of the latter, the entire ground cracked on a large scale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then exploded inch by inch.Niu Meng said coldly: "Fighting is not allowed in Dengtian Pavilion. If this happens again, we will be killed without mercy!"

When the Northern Dragon King and others saw that something was not going well, they quietly turned around and left the Warcraft Mountains. Little did they know that Zi Yan had already followed them, and they must make those guys pay a heavy price today.

Zhu Kun came to his brother and looked at Zhu Jin, who was vomiting blood and had broken bones, and felt a touch of sadness in his heart.

"Well, I have already said that I don't care about the throne. I truly regard you as my brother. If you don't do such an unscrupulous thing, the position of clan leader will be yours sooner or later."

Looking at his younger brother below him, Zhu Kun also sighed.

"From childhood to adulthood, you enjoy all the good things first. If you want me to die, you don't even want to be happy!"

Zhu Jin could clearly feel the killing intent in the latter's words. He gathered all his fighting spirit in his right hand, ignored the fierce warning just now, and suddenly shot towards his elder brother Zhu Kun.

Zhu Kun had already guessed what this guy was thinking, and his right hand immediately transformed into a circle of dragon scales. Just as he was about to fight, he felt a blazing heat coming from his face.

Only then did he realize that there was a spear inserted into Zhu Jin's chest at some point. The blood from before was Zhu Jin's heart blood.

"Dengtian Pavilion has the rules of Dengtian Pavilion. Those who cause trouble here will be punished. If you just start a fight, it will be defined as a fight, and you will be expelled."

Niu Meng pulled out the spear inserted into Zhu Jin's chest, vigorously shook out the blood on the tip of the spear, and stood aside indifferently.

Looking at his younger brother who was still lingering under him, Zhu Kun slowly squatted down, stretched out his scaly palm, and thrust it hard into Yan Jin's head in front of everyone.

Zhu Kun's face was expressionless, and then he slowly retracted his palm. In his palm, there was a black bead the size of a fist. The body of the bead was extremely smooth.

This is the magic core of the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan. It is absolutely impossible for this kind of treasure to stay here. He wants to bring it back to the family.

Huang Tian, ​​the leader of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan, and Yao Ming, the leader of the Jiuyou Earth Python Clan, strode over. Looking at the lifeless Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan’s great elder Zhu Jin, a slight smile appeared on their faces.

finally dead...

A strong Nine-Star Fighting Saint fell.For their family, this is undoubtedly not a happy news.

Zhu Kun said indifferently: "What, you two also want to try it?"

Yao Ming and Huang Tian looked at each other and immediately laughed, "Don't dare, we still have a long life, so naturally we don't want to be like him."

"Yes, yes, besides, our Jiuyou Earth Nether Python clan has a good relationship with Master Li Xiao, the master of Dengtian Pavilion. The old Dragon Emperor probably doesn't have anything to say."

"Hmph." Zhu Kun snorted coldly, picked up Zhu Jin's body, turned around and walked towards the valley.

He doesn't want to have any verbal conflict with these two guys now, and is more concerned about how to auction the next treasure. (End of chapter)