At this moment, the Immortal Pollution System issued a mission: Clearing the first stage of the Dragon Race trial, reward: 80,000 dirty energy points.
[Second stage: 200,000 dirty energy points]
Just as Feng Fan was thinking, a huge wave of air attacked Feng Fan and Long Yuanhai. The agile Feng Fan quickly dodged the attack.
"Kid, pick it up and fight me! The loser will die."
"F * ck, you started a fight just because you didn't agree. You don't even know if I agreed or not?”
Windsail couldn't help but curse. It seemed like Windsail was cursing, but in fact, he was just trying to attract the attention of the old senior so that he could better solve the problem of how to defeat this old senior who didn't play by the rules.
"Haha, I don't need your permission. It's been a long time since I've met a fool like you.”
"F * ck…"
Windsail couldn't help but want to quickly defeat this so-called senior. How could Ma De bully people like this?
Following that, Feng Fan hugged Long Yuanhai tightly. He picked up his sword with one hand and slashed forward with a wave of sword qi. In the end, there was no sound.
Feng Fan was a little surprised. How was this possible? There was no echo at all.
"I didn't expect you to use a sword.”
The old senior exclaimed in amazement. It was obvious that he really didn't expect the sail to use a sword.
"Uh... So what?"
"Haha, for thousands of years, no one has dared to speak to me like this. Do you know who I am?”
" Oh, who are you?!" Windsail rolled his eyes, completely unconcerned about this old senior.
"" The old senior was speechless. This kid really didn't fall into the trap!
After a moment of silence, the old senior said helplessly,""I'm the first dragon to create a Deity Position by relying on the sword. Don't you think I'm awesome?”
"Oh, awesome, awesome, so awesome. Then why did you still die?”
Feng Fan felt that if he was not holding Long Yuanhai in his arms, he would have clapped. He was still as sloppy as ever.
"Looking at you, you're really infuriating. I'm not dead at all. This is just a clone of mine. My true body is in the celestial heavens.”
"D * mn, did I trigger a hidden mission?”
"What kind of mission is this? I really feel like your brain needs to be treated.”
"F * ck you. What are you going to do next?”
After thinking about it, Feng Fan felt that he should use the fastest method to break through this barrier!
After all, he couldn't wait any longer on Tushan Reddie's side. In about four to five months, Tushan Reddie would be captured by the two young Daoists of the One Dao Alliance.
"How about a sword competition with this old man? If you defeat me, you can pass this stage and obtain my inheritance. How about it?”
"That's all. I feel like I'm losing out!”
"Pfft, f * ck, what else do you want? Other people don't even know where to find my inheritance.”
"You make it sound so good, but it's actually just goods that can be seen everywhere on the roadside!”
"F * ck!"
"Alright, let's begin!"
The sail placed Long Yuanhai in a safe position and interrupted the old senior's words.
The old dragon couldn't help but sob. He had never met such an annoying guy. He really wanted to f * cking descend to the mortal world and kill this arrogant guy.
Then, the old dragon turned into a handsome man with long green hair and two dragon horns. He held a sword with a dragon mark carved on it. The sail was obviously not an ordinary item.
"Let's begin!"
As the old senior spoke, Windsail had already stabbed his sword at the old senior, and a trace of red HP appeared.
"Good timing,"
Windsail was clearly seen. Name: Long Jianyuan. 19050, MP: 5000.
This, how did this happen? It seemed that letting this guy compete with his sword was the correct answer to this round. However, could it be that Long Jianyuan and the dragon race liked the last word of Yuan Wei?
Then, when Long Jianyuan was about to thrust his sword at Windsail, Windsail used Ghost Steps and quickly dodged Long Jianyuan's attack.
"Not a bad movement technique. Unfortunately, you still have to suffer from me.”
Following that, Windsail looked at Long Jianyuan and gripped the sword in his hand. A dragon-shaped sword intent slashed over. Windsail saw the momentum and wanted to dodge. He did not expect that the aura of this sword would lock onto the position he was about to enter in the future. It was impossible to escape. Could this be the legendary locking skill?
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