Martial God of Myriad Realms

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Chapter 164: The Dragon Beauty

"Brother Cheng, you really left me a big problem."

Hua Tianxiong smiled bitterly: "His Royal Highness had told me many times before he came to ask me to keep you."

"But ... nothing."

"Even if he was blamed by His Royal Highness, I will bear it."

"Brother Hua, thank you!"

Cheng Feng thanked him, then raised the jar and drank directly.

Then he picked up an altar wine again and gave Pei Feng and Gao Quan a few strokes.

After speaking, Cheng Feng drank again in one breath.

After toasting, Cheng Feng asked Tailong where he was.

Then he greeted Long Aotian and flew into the sky.

The blink of an eye disappeared into the sky.

As soon as Cheng Feng left, a large number of martial arts masters poured into Tianshui City and came straight to the city's main house.

One of them was wearing a dragon-patterned robe, with a noble atmosphere, and it was Prince Fang Wuwei who was a feather.

Unfortunately, he was one step behind, and Cheng Feng had already left.

...

Before this dawn, the sky was the darkest.

However, this did not affect Cheng Feng at all. He performed a sacred walk and flew all the way to Zhongzhou.

Because Tailong's current position is Zhongzhou Lixiancheng.

"Cheng Feng, why are you leaving so eagerly?"

While flying, Long Aotian grabbed a drink from the altar and complained unpleasantly: "It caused me to drink at least a few hundred altars."

"Can you guys come out of it?"

Cheng Feng glared at Long Aotian: "Seeing wine is like seeing a mother dragon. It's a shame to me."

More than half a month ago, Long Aotian still vomited after drinking.

But after drinking it once in excitement, he became addicted and became an old wine bug.

Just now in the city's main house, Cheng Feng greeted Long Aotian when he left. This product was a bit unwilling to leave to drink.

Let Cheng Feng grit his teeth for a long time, I really want to get mad.

Fortunately, in order to win over Cheng Feng, Hua Tianxiong gave away a treasured collection of nine jade Qiongfang.

Long Aotian followed in order to drink Jiuyu Qiongfang.

Before he left, he grabbed at least dozens of altar Hua Tianxiong's fine wine.

"Cheng Feng, you are really rude."

Long Aotian poured a large stream of wine into his mouth, and cursed, "If this thing is heard by those beauties of my own family, you must be turned into a pig.

"Dragon beauty? I've never seen it before."

Cheng Feng laughed and said, "Yes, Long Aotian, are your dragons beautiful?"

"If so, I'm afraid you dragon beauty ..."

"Go! All of our beautiful dragons are beautiful."

Long Aotian gangstered his face: "Which day will you go to Dragon World, you will be dazzled and dizzy."

"If you take good care of the present, I can still introduce you to a super-beauty of my dragon family."

"Don't, don't."

Cheng Feng shook his head again and again: "I can't stand it, I don't appreciate it!"

"Fuck, aren't you willing?"

Long Aotian's eyes stared: "You know, my Tianlong beauty is not only beautiful, but also cultivated in depth."

"It's a blessing that you can build in your lifetime!"

"Thank you very much, but I don't need this blessing."

Cheng Feng flatly refused: "So, please this guy please don't make me mess anymore."

"Well, I really don't know the dragon heart."

Long Aotian pouted: "After you see the super-beauties of my Tianlong tribe, you will cry and ask me to make a bridge."

"You'd better give me the altar Jiuyu Qiongfang that the old man gave you, and I'll help you pull the cord then ..."

"Stop it!"

Seeing that Long Aotian is endless, Cheng Feng hastily opened the topic: "Hurry up and go. If it is late, Tyrone's guy may be expelled from the master by the master!"

Said, Cheng Feng grabbed Long Aotian's shoulders and exhibited the shadow-shaped method.

Huh! The whole person disappeared in a trance.

...

The rising sun is rising, and the eastern hills are red.

Under the sun's rays, Zhongzhou Lixian City looks brilliant.

However, the atmosphere of Xishan Minxiang, a residential house in Lixian City, is extremely depressing.

I saw that the house was large, with two yards before and after.

At this time in the main hall of the front yard, three young people kneeled on their knees.

Of these three youths, one was sturdy and resemble an iron tower; one was thin and exuding a sharp breath; one was dressed in white, handsome and handsome.

It is Tailong, Jian Wuchen and Bai Ze.

In front of the three Tailong, stood a middle-aged man with a cold face.

A pair of eyes stayed on Tyrone, full of anger.

It is the only main sword of Dota Peak.

"Master, disciple knows that it is wrong, and ask you to take back your life, don't drive the disciple out of the turret."

With the knife's only angry eyes staring, Tyrone spoke wrongly.

Apparently, because Tai Long slept with the blood gods and teaches the true disciple female disciple, the knife was really angry.

"You were wrong? Where were you wrong?"

The only face of the knife was somber and he asked angrily.

"The disciples should be right and wrong, and have relationships with evil women."

Tyrone bowed his head and snorted.

"What else?" The knife asked.

"Ah? Anything else? What else?"

The only thing the knife drank, Tyron gave a stun, and didn't know he had other mistakes.

The knife was trembling with his only hands, so he couldn't help but open it.

Tyrone, however, is not afraid of boiling water, holding his head in both hands, and is not afraid of the only lesson of the knife.

Seeing Tailong's appearance, the only hand raised by the knife stopped in the air.

After taking several deep breaths in a row, he shook his head and said, "It's hard to change your temperament."

"From now on, you will leave the Dota and the Academy, and you will never be the only disciple of my sword!"

Hearing here, Tyrone's body froze.

Looking up at the only knife, begging: "Master, don't drive away the disciples."

"You have to teach your disciples. They will no longer do any defense, even if they are killed. Just ask them not to leave them."

"Uncle Knife, please be kind."

Tai Long's side, Jian Jian pleaded.

"Senior Sword, Tyrone already knows that it is wrong, so you can give him a chance to recover."

Bai Ze also pleaded, not wanting Tyrone to be expelled from the turret.

"He knows wrong?"

However, the only knife shook his head: "No, he didn't know at all, not even where he was wrong."

The only thing the sword said was exactly the same, Tyrone really didn't know where he was wrong.

He thought he was sleeping by evil female disciples, but in fact, this is only one aspect.

The only thing that annoys the sword most is ‘Strong Sleep’, focusing on a ‘Strong’ word.

Strong is forced, Qianlong College upholds justice.

The top disciples under one's own door, but forcing others to do what they do not want to do, how is this different from a gangster?

Obviously runs counter to Qianlong College's insistence, the only thing the knife cannot tolerate!