Chapter 1662: Two hundred and forty

Chapter 1662 Chapter Two Hundred and Forty: Reason
"You are the same Cao Lie, unchanged."
Cao Yang, the lord of the Scale Sect, glanced at An Yuanxi, who was stunned and pulled aside, and then turned back to Cao Lie, who didn't seem to think there was any problem with taking away the disciple Feilong. He sneered and said, "In this way, this sect is more determined. That guess, Luyang City's research is not your glorious return. You did this for yourself!"
"Slap, slap, slap!"
Cao Lie applauded and laughed: "Wonderful analysis, extraordinary imagination. It's a pity that no one will believe it, and even you can only regard this as a guess."
With his fists clenched unconsciously, Cao Yang's eyes flashed: "As long as this sect is still in power for one day, Lian Zong will never be able to ally with you. Now I will tell you that the previous agreements are invalidated, and Lian Zong will not Will provide you with any dragon beast again."
"I'm resolute now? It's late!"
Cao Lie waved his hand with a smile, and sighed: "After seeing Shisan Ke and Xiang Dongyou, Elder Jiao was full of joy and wanted to vigorously promote this new type of dragon beast in Linzong. Even without you, there are Zhongzhou Linzong and Tian. Southern Scale Sect prepares dragon beasts for me. Now that the general trend has been achieved, this king hopes that your resistance will be stronger. After all, playing with the cubs, how can you pull the Lord of Scales down from the throne?"
"Roar!"
A beast roar full of killing intent came from the back of the Dragon Palace, and the flying dragon covered with bright red scales protruded out of the porch of the apse, a pair of red pupils full of killing intent and fear.
If you look closely, you can also find that the dragon's wing that fits on the left rib is somewhat distorted.
"The lord war beast is actually a remnant dragon. I knew that Dragon Valley was so poor and should be a partner."
Glancing at the fighting dragon in the elder, Cao Lie sneered slightly: "If the scales are in charge of me, even if it is handed over to Cao Jinyu, it will not be in this situation. Cao Yang, you are just a second-rate guy after all. I really don't know that the ancestors are attracted. Which point of you. Abdicate earlier, it's good for you and for Lin Zong."
"Wenzhi martial arts, this sect is indeed not considered influential, but if you want to say that you are the master? If you and Cao Jinyu have a chance to come back again, you can only be the chief guard and intelligence chief."
Cao Yang, who fully accepted the ridicule, sneered and said, "Even if it is not Cao Meng, there are others. If you take another 10,000 steps and lie on the throne of the Dragon Palace, you will have a cat and a dog, and it will not be your turn to take charge!"
"To tell the truth, you will have a ten-year delivery period."
For the king, truth is a big deal.
Cao Lie had always been confused. He, Cao Jinyu, and Cao Guang were the most amazing and brilliant disciples of Longgu at that time. This kind of amazing was not only far beyond the level of their peers. In front of the three of them, Longgu was in the crowd. The door, the true biography, is like a chicken dog, straw wood.
But he was deprived of everything just for doing some research. Cao Jinyu was also isolated from the Dragon Valley Rights Center for unknown reasons. Even Cao Guang didn't really involve Dragon Valley's ability to make decisions.
Isn’t this the simplest and most obvious reason for the most outstanding people to lead the Holy Land?
But why did the teachers and teachers cultivate second-rate aptitudes since they were young and want them to support them?
Cao Lie really hated Cao Yang, not because he was greedy for the throne of Linzong, but because he hated mediocre superiors.
If Cao Yang couldn't explain why he came, he would definitely teach him a lesson he will never forget, such as pulling a certain dragon from a bloodline to cramp.
Licking his lips, Cao Lie scanned the red dragon behind the door of the eye gallery and locked his eyes on Cao Yang.
"Heh. What reason is needed?"
Cao Yang shook his arms a few steps forward, and pointed Cao Lie's gaze on his chest: "A guy who doesn't even have a heart has any qualifications to master the Holy Land. People like you, even if you wear clothes It’s still not an individual if he has achieved the other side. At best, it’s just a beast that is more ferocious than the king beast."
"For thousands of years in the Royal Beast Sect, only humans control beasts, how can beasts control people? The truth is for you, go back to Luyang!"
Cao Lie, who was humiliated face to face, didn't get angry, or said that since he broke the mirror, he won't get angry anymore.
He just found it interesting and interesting that Cao Yang was able to say such a stupid truth. This Dragon Valley is really old and rotten.
The decision he chose to return at the time was extremely correct and wise.
Thinking of this, Cao Lie looked at the arrogant Cao Yang with a smile, shook his head and turned to An Yuanxi who was pulled aside after entering the palace.
The former saint son of Shenting, the fascinating Tianjiao known as the Feather God.
Cao Lie naturally knew such a character, so after entering the palace, he trapped him with Dao Jing.
Originally thought that this young man would struggle desperately after being trapped, he could just see the extent of the Yi Shen Jue today.
But this kid's city is extremely deep, and he obviously has the ability to wrestle in the same realm, but he can't bear it. From the time he was put aside, his breathing has not changed at all.
This is kind of interesting
With a wave of his hand to disperse the Dao realm, Cao Lie took a moment to look at the crown-faced young man, and asked with a smile: "Why don't you resist? Now Shenting Daozi doesn't even have the courage to fight."
"The elders have something to talk to, so it's okay for the younger ones to wait."
The eight winds were blowing like a willow breeze. An Yuanxi's eyes were calm, his breathing was steady, and he was courteous and courteous, saying: "I am entangled in mundane affairs. If the senior has no other orders, the junior will leave first."
"Don't rush away."
The smile on Cao Lie's face grew stronger: "This king Shicai has heard that you seem to have evidence of the identity of the new King Chixia, take it and see."
"There is no evidence, just inference, seniors are interested?"
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The immortal world of Central Continent, He Shoufeng for thousands of years
The competition has been going on for a full day and a half, but the faces of the powerful people watching Shenzong are not very good.
Dean Wushuang, who was sitting cross-legged on the stage, still had that handsome appearance, and the black sphere hanging above his head was the same as yesterday.
But the Baicao on the opposite side has changed his appearance. When he returned to Zang Peak, the mature man with the aura of billions of plants and trees, and his life energy was constantly overflowing, he traveled for hundreds of years in just one day.
His head was full of silver threads, his shriveled body, his face was covered with deep wrinkles, and his expression was extremely complicated.
Having consumed the vitality of hundreds of millions of plants and trees, Jiang Fushen only wanted to extend the life of the peony, but the energy that could move the mountains and fill the sea did not delay the withering and withering of the peony.
The peony slowly rotating in the sight of the two of them, the dew has dried up, the petals that meet each other are black and yellow, and the outermost part of the compound leaf has been rolled out, as if it was not broken.
Anyone can see that this is a sign of withering away.
In this gambling battle between the two kings, it was obvious that the dean had the upper hand.
It's not that the Medicine Shenzong can't afford to lose, but these Shenzong great abilities can't understand why the Baicao Shenjun loses in the field where he is best.
(End of this chapter)