Chapter 103: Self-made

"Too much bullying!"
Hearing the news in the palace, Zhao Er was so angry that he broke the tea cup, but on the surface he still had to be hospitable, and then he opened a banquet and invited you to stay with him. Return to your room to change your clothes, and come out to entertain.
Those with water-sharing tactics are of great significance to Dragon Emperor's Mansion. Just as the Dragon Blood Festival is about to start, Zhao Er really can't run wild.
He could only bite his head and fight with Shen Zhenyi as if he had eaten a fly.
The Dragon Palace is prosperous. Even if it is only a side branch, the luxury of the Dragon Palace is much stronger than that of the ordinary Zongmen.
The feast was set aside, delicious dishes, and syrup.
The crystal shook outside the window, and the fish and shrimp were playing, dreamlike.
Shen Zhenyi took the chief position, and Zhao Er accompanied him on the theme and frequently toasted.
"It's been a long time to hear the name of Shen Sangong, such as Lei Guaner. Unfortunately, I have been sitting in Longhuang Mansion. I have never seen it before. I can only see Zunyan today.
Zhao Er was talking politely, but his eyes had been looking at the fame boy.
In his opinion, it was nothing but ordinary. How could he let his elder brother be so jealous and even assign him his niece?
Shen Zhenyi was also observing the Dragon Palace.
Within 500 years, things are different.
The Dragon Palace is still there, but the deceased is long gone.
"Master, why did the Lord Longjun not come out? It's strange!" Chu Huoluo said quietly to Shen Zhenyi. As soon as she entered the Dragon Palace, she felt the atmosphere strange.
I don't know if Zhao Er heard it or explained it intentionally, "The third son is here, it should have been received by my niece. But in these days, she concentrated on preparing the dragon blood festival, bathing fast, inconvenient to see foreign guests, the place of disrespect, also Please Haihan. "
Dragon Blood Festival? Chu Huoluo was confused.
Shen Zhenyi nodded slightly.
Five hundred years passed, and another dragon blood festival was coming. The calamity of the Dragons is imminent.
Seeing Shen Zhenyi was not surprised, Zhao Er was puzzled, and asked bluntly: "The third son is a man who cuts the moon, which is extraordinary, but the secret of water distribution is the top secret of my dragon palace. I do n’t know how the son ? "
Although I had speculation in my heart, I had to ask clearly anyway.
"Just by chance."
Shen Zhenyi froze for a moment and didn't care.
This water-sharing tactic was a gift from Longzu at the beginning. After 500 years, the past is a little vague.
I guess so! Zhao Er's heart was calm and he laughed: "I have heard that San Gongzi inherited the ancient tradition, and even it includes the water-sharing tactics of my dragon clan, which is unique."
At that time, it was speculated that Shen Sangong had inherited Zi Ningjun's inheritance from Ziyue Cave. Zi Ningjun had made good friends with the dragon ancestors. Perhaps it was not surprising that he came into contact with the water diversion tactics from here.
Shen Zhenyi didn't answer. She was holding the golden bottle with one hand, sipping on the syrup, and her eyes were half open and half closed, she seemed to be caught in the memory.
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When Zhao Er saw him not to speak, he became more and more convinced in his heart that he had the ancient heritage, but was disdainful and jealous. The small country guy who came up from the land of Jiuyou was actually able to sit up and down at the Dragon Palace feast.
Now the big thing is imminent, and it must not make this person worse.
King Zhaolong always said that his swordsmanship had reached an unfathomable level, but Zhao Er refused to believe it.
In the Dragon Palace, Zhao Da and Zhao Er have been fighting. According to the Patriarchal Clan of Dragons, the Dragon Palace should indeed be run by Zhao Da, but Zhao Er was dissatisfied.
Whether in martial arts or other abilities, he has always confessed that he is not under the elder brother, and always wants to wait for the opportunity to seize power. Zhao Dajie abandons the sword villa well, saying that it is to prepare for the Dragon Tribulation, but Zhao Er only feels that the other party is to gain power and suppress himself.
What role can a mortal person play in the Dragon Tribulation?
But try his skills!
Zhao Er's mind was settled, and Gan laughed: "I've heard that Shen Sangong's swordsmanship is unparalleled. It's rare to come here today. I wonder if I can ask you for advice?
Shen Zhenyi opened his eyes slightly, his eyes were starry, and he smiled, "Isn't there a major event for the Dragons? Mr. Er is leisurely!"
Those who really remember the blood of the Dragons are busy with the Dragon Blood Festival. Zhao Er is in charge of the daily affairs of the Dragon Emperor's Palace. He still has the heart to challenge himself.
Zhao Er's face rose into a purple liver, and his heart was even more angry. He bit his teeth and said, "Since childhood, it was Wu Chi. The son is unwilling to take a shot, that's all. "
Nothing was said on his mouth, and the expression on his face clearly said that you didn't dare.
Such an obvious radical method. Chu Huoluo flattened his mouth and looked down on the IQ of the Dragons.
Even the fifth-highest master in the real world of Jun Tian Bu is not the enemy of my master. Are you an old loach hiding in the water and dare to show off your strength?
Chu Huoluo went to Juntian Department and met more masters. Now that she has a high vision, she has realized that her martial arts knowledge has grown, and she is about to ask for help. Listen to Shen Zhenyi's tone calmly: "Since you want to take the humiliation yourself, it's okay to shoot."
Master, you're welcome to speak!
Chu Huoluo was moved to cry, and only the master could say such arrogant words so calmly and naturally. Looking at the old dragon on the opposite side, his lungs were probably angry.
"I'm sitting here."
Shen Zhenyi probed his hand, lifted the crystal jug, and poured wine into his empty gold bottle.
"You use the Dragon Nine-day Magic to shoot at me. As long as you touch my corner of clothing, or I move a step, or a drop of this Dragon Horn wine spills, even if I lose."
The amber water line shot from the mouth of the crystal jug and fell into the golden bottle, creating ripples and fragrant wine.
This dragon horn wine is made from the horns of the dragon family, which is very precious. At the time, Shen Zhenyi also liked it quite a bit, and today he drank a few more glasses.
The wine in the pot was poured into the bottle, but the gold bottle was always dissatisfied, and the wine in the crystal pot did not decrease. Shen Zhenyi maintained such a posture, forming a delicate cycle of her own little world.
In the eyes of experts, this hand shows the mysterious martial arts practice.
Zhao Er was furious.
Even if you are in a world of your own, martial arts have a prototype! I don't believe it, under the full attack of the magical magic of the nine days, you can't even touch your clothes!
Young man, don't be too arrogant!