Honghuang: After hundreds of millions of years of retreat, I became the ancestor of the dragon clan

Ye Long also felt in his heart that these human races had stayed here for a while after all.

I didn't even take a good look at them, and it seemed that I couldn't justify it.

After all, there are people to ask for.

Help people to the end, send Buddha to the west.

The so-called short-handed, cannibalistic short-mouthed.

There is something to bribe, so that I can feel at ease in my heart.

However, when giving things, the most important thing is to be cautious.

If it is too heavy, it is the disaster of the human race, if it is lightened, it seems that I am not caring enough.

Think about it.

Ye Long felt that the things on his body were definitely not good enough for sending things, and for the human race, everything could lead to a disaster of genocide.

Just in time, I remembered that Heibo looted a lot of things in the Yaozu battlefield a few days ago.

As soon as his eyes lit up, he used Heibo's things. Anyway, it's useless to keep those battlefield garbage. As for leaving it to the Dragon Clan?
The dragon clan is physically strong, what kind of rubbish do they use?

On the contrary, if these human races go out in the future without a weapon, they can only be bullied by others.

Thinking of this, Ye Long snarled and ran through the dojo.

"Black wave!"

"Master is here!"

Swish!
With a soft sound, Hei Bo's figure quickly fell into the crowd, stood beside Ye Long, and looked at the human race kneeling on the ground, with an inexplicable look of confidence on his face.

Ye Long looked at Heibo's constantly swinging gaze, and it also flashed across his eyes.

"Take out some of the weapons you have collected these days and give them away!"

"Master, those are all my treasures! They can be exchanged for a lot of money!"

Hei Bo responded dissatisfied, and while speaking, he secretly glanced at Ye Long. Although he said so, he still took out some weapons.

"Stop talking nonsense, I will reward you with a weapon when you go out another day!"

Ye Long replied angrily.

Hearing Ye Long's words, Hei Bo's eyes lit up immediately, and his eyebrows burst into a smile.

"No problem, since the master has said so, then I, Heibo, am not a stingy person, I am the master, and I will give it all to them!"

While Heibo was speaking, a space ring was thrown out.

"Pingzhu can't do it!"

"That's right, I can't help it, Lord Ping, you have been so kind to us, how can we ask for your things."

Those human races spoke one after another, and their eyes were full of awe.

For Ye Long's actions, they only regarded it as a gift from the gods, providing them with a shelter from the wind, and even providing them with a place to practice, so that they have no worries about food and clothing.

However, Heibo didn't care.

"These are all the rubbish I've collected over the years, so you don't have to be polite, just take it, it's okay, I'll go out and collect it some other day!"

Hei Bo rubbed his hands while speaking, and looked at Ye Long with burning eyes.

"That master, my weapon..."

"You, you!"

Ye Long nodded Heibo's head with his index finger, and shook his head angrily.

Only then did he turn his attention to the human race.

"Like I said, I'm not a peacemaker, and you don't have to thank me. Just work hard and practice. The future of the human race needs to be created by you in the future, and I'm just a passer-by in your life."

Ye Long said a word calmly.

The human race did not dare to be careless, and replied with a serious face: "Follow the teachings of the predecessors!"

Seeing this, Ye Long shook his head.

A little black wave.

"follow me!"

……

The human race stayed until Hei Bo and Ye Long left.

Just now I checked the space ring thrown down by Heibo on the ground.

"Lingbao of the day after tomorrow!!"

"Millions of spirit treasures!"

"Thank you Lord Ron, the human race will never forget it!"

……

Among the human race, there were constant exclamations, and they knelt down towards the depths of Ye Long's dojo. Their eyes were full of fanaticism. They had never dared to think about these things before, but at this moment, they were The disciple of the master of the dojo threw it casually, one can imagine how majestic the background of this dojo must be.

Bai Ze looked at these weapons, his eyes were mostly gloomy, and apart from the gloomy, his eyes were a little absent-minded.

The weapon of the demon clan.

All are weapons of the monster race.

One can imagine the brutality of the outside battle.

But soon, his heart became firmer.

In any case, in this battle, I have already made a choice.

Since he chose to help the human race, he shouldn't be affected by the matter of the monster race.

"I'll teach you how to refine and choose a weapon you like!"

Bai Ze didn't think much, and shouted to the crowd.

All of a sudden, the crowd became lively, and the noisy voices stirred up in the crowd.

……

At this moment, Xiaoer is always paying attention to the battlefield in heaven.

"Good opportunity!" Xiaoer shouted sharply.

Suddenly, with a movement of his body, in the palm of his hand, he grasped a formula.

It seems to be grasping something from thousands of miles away, piercing through the universe, wanting to use a little magical power to steal every chance from heaven.

Let him really set foot on the battlefield, but Xiaoer doesn't have the courage at this moment.

However, it is using supernatural powers to fight.

From the heaven, steal the real fire of the sun.

At this moment, in the heavenly court, the real fire of the sun filled the air, burning the monsters.

In the corner of the heavenly court, the source of the real fire of the sun, wrapped in a mass of air current, flew out of the heavenly court, and quickly flew away under the heavenly court.

"What's going on? Why did the source of the real fire of the sun suddenly disappear a little."

A deep doubt flashed in the eyes of the demon emperor Jun.

You know, the range of the real sun fire is under his control.

The power of the original flame is the core of his control. At this moment, although only a trace of the original sun fire is out of control, he can clearly feel it.

Is it an illusion?

A look of doubt flashed across the face of Di Jun who continued to fight fiercely.

wrong!

Di Jun's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked in the direction of the flame flying away, a little anger flashed in his eyes.

However, as Di Jun watched, Xiao Er also noticed something, and he didn't dare to be careless, and quickly manipulated the flames, flying rapidly, without any delay.

Following Xiao Er's movements, the flames became faster and faster at this moment.

The source of the real fire of the sun is constantly breaking away from Di Jun's control. It seems that in the next moment, this original flame will not belong to him anymore.

At the same time, around the flame, there is even more mysterious atmosphere, like a blooming lotus flower, wrapping the source of the real fire of the sun. It seems to be a flame, but faintly, Di Jun has a phobia. A terrible breath.

"What kind of flame is that, which can suppress the source of the true fire of the sun!"

In Dijun's mind, countless possibilities crossed over, but in the end, none of his thoughts could echo the scene in his mind.

At this moment, the killing was still going on, Di Jun could only fight back, and at the same time focus on following the source of the flame, trying his best to find out who was behind the scenes.