Chapter 368: End of the cold

Roar!
The plague demon once again showed the deity of the three-eyed scorpion, and screamed and swallowed the main dragon of the Qinglongmen. The laughter of the latter is still echoing in the air, but people are gone.
"The taste of the Qinglongmen of the first generation is really unusual, hahaha!"
The plague devil laughed, and the body like a hill suddenly slammed into more than a dozen stone tablets and was squeezed out for millions of years, finally getting out of trouble.
"Be careful!"
Ye Chuan waved the iron flag in his hand, his body leaped high and hung on the stone wall like a bat.
Mrs. Qinglong and Nantiandu and others have the same kind of learning and have given way.
The main dragon of the Qinglongmen has been so difficult to deal with, and the plague demon in the semi-sacred realm is not to mention, can not stop. Fortunately, the plague demon king was excited after he got out of trouble, and he rushed back to the vast outer world without a love war. The shouting rushed out of the cave and went away. The ban and poison powder outside the cave made Qinglongmen's main dragon fly unprepared to eat a big loss, but could not stop this peerless enchanting from the world outside.
In the darkness, a muffled sound came.
The cold old man couldn’t hold it anymore and fell off the stone wall. He has no body temperature, no heartbeat, and a different body, but he loses his arm and loses his strength. When the plague demon went away, he couldn’t hold it anymore. The Qinglong lady Murong Feihu quickly stepped forward and bandaged the wound. Yinshan old demon, Nantiandu and Qingzi real people walked around and quickly cleaned the battlefield. In addition to the Qinglong 偃月刀 of Qinglongmen’s main dragon, they also found a booklet with the four ancient characters of 'Qinglong Baodian' on the cover. It seems that it was from the Qinglongmen’s main dragon flying in the fierce battle.
These two things are all Qinglongmen. Today, the Dragon Dragon of Qinglongmen is dead. It is the turn of the Qinglong Lady Murong Feihu to take power. Ye Chuan shook his head and glanced at the Yinshan old demon, indicating that he would send the Qinglong Lady.
Mrs. Qinglong took over the Qinglong Collection, and some reluctantly groped for the four characters on the cover, and then burned it.
"Madam, you..." Ye Chuan had some surprises.
"This is an evil taboo practice. It hurts others, even if the power is no longer worth mentioning, so that the Qinglongmen will not be able to go out of the dragon and fly like a big wicked person. As for this green dragon, the moon knife..." Murong Feihu raised a long knife and waved a few times, and walked to Ye Chuan. "Ye Gongzi, the ancients said that the flowers were sent to the beauty, the sword gave the hero, and this handle was given to you."
"lady……"
The old man and the green snake screamed and was shocked.
Qinglong Haoyue knife is not only a treasure, but also a big killer that suppresses the air traffic of Zongmen. It’s hard to get it, how can it be given to an outsider?
"Madam, you still take it back."
Ye Chuan shook his head and refused the gift of the Qinglong Lady Murong Feihu. "It is said that this is a big killer to suppress your Qinglongmen air transport. Who can afford this big gift?"
Although the Qinglong 偃 刀 knife is powerful, but Ye Chuan already has a banner of iron and blood that is not inferior, and there is really not much interest in this big knife.
"Ye Gongzi, a thicker gift, don't you accept it?"
Qinglong Lady Murong Feihu slightly bowed to the ceremony and looked up at Ye Chuan. She showed a slender neck and a white snow on her chest. She said softly: "The legend is just a legend. The Qinglong 偃 刀 knife has been lost for so many years, and the sect is not good. Now, although Longfei is dead, his confidants and minions are still there, and only one slave can't shake and eradicate them. Ye Gongzi, if you have nothing urgent, stay in Qinglongmen for a few days, then it is again Help the slaves a favor, and give the slaves a chance to entertain you, thank you for your help, how?"
Mrs. Qinglong’s eyes are like water, and her face is a little flush.
Although Qinglongmen’s main dragonfly died, but in Zongmen, there are still many minions and confidants. The Qinglong lady Murong Feihu is now weak and has just lost a group of masters. To control the scene naturally, Ye Chuan s help. Qinglong Haoyue knife is useless, it is better to give Ye Chuan, of course, there is a bigger gift, that is...
Qinglong lady Murong Feihu did not say straight, Ye Chuan understood, and the madness of last night came to mind.
"Alright, then stay a few more days, just as I have an old man still in Qinglongmen. It is time to meet him." Ye Chuan nodded and handed over the Qinglong 偃月刀 to Nantiandu, and his mind appeared. Zhang twisted his face.
Li Guanghan, the guy, has been embarrassed several times. After the failure of the last attack on the cloud sect, he did not give up, and ran to the Qinglongmen to make waves. This time, he will not let him stay free again.
"Okay, go, go back to the Green Dragon Gate!"
Mrs. Qinglong ordered, turned and left.
Now, the news that the dragon squadron of the Dragon Gate has died has not yet spread. It is the time to seize the lord's power to eradicate the dragon's minions. It’s late, maybe another accident has to happen.
After a group of people cleaned up the battlefield and hurriedly left, after walking out of the cave, Nantian waved the Qinglong 偃 刀 knife to forcefully smashed, the demon hole collapsed, and the cave inside was buried under the ground forever.
When I came, the pedestrians were flying fast, but I was afraid that the Dragon Dragon, the Dragon Dragon Gate on the carriage, would not dare to run wild, and the speed would converge. When I go back, there is no scruples, and I go all out. Qinglong Lady Murong Feihu and others stepped on the flying sword and flew in the air. Only Nantian was on the ground and Yechuan ran wildly. The speed not only did not fall in the wind, but also rushed ahead in front of Feijian, let Qinglong Lady Waiting for people to swear.
In the early hours of the morning, the Qinglongmen who came and went during the day quieted down.
The disciples either went to sleep, or closed their doors, and the large sects were quietly without any strangeness. For most people, there is no way to know the whereabouts of the owner, Longfei, and he does not know that he has died. However, there is one person who is the exception.
In the Qinglong Courtyard near the Qinglong Hall, Qinglongmen specializes in a courtyard for the guests. A study room inside is still lit with oil lamps.
Under the oil lamp, a young man with a mask sits at the desk and holds a brush in his hand. The servants have already polished the ink and seem to want to copy calligraphy or write a letter, but the young people have not been there. Write down. I was upset and I didn’t know what to write. For a long time, my fingers slammed the pen off.
"His Highness, the time is not early, let's rest first." A guard on the forward.
"Resting? Tomorrow, I will set off to go to Yunwu Zong to kill Ye Chuan's kid. The main dragon, however, has not come back yet, but how can I rest?"
Li Guanghan was upset and stood up and walked around in the study. After a few trips, he suddenly sat back at the desk and picked up a pen again. He wrote a lot of 'Yechuan' on the white paper. Then the strokes are like a hook and a fork.
Tonight, I don’t know why, he has a very bad hunch, and he always feels that something big is going to be uneasy. Thinking of the increasingly powerful Ye Chuan, my heart is even more uneasy, and I hate to gnash my teeth.