Fantasy: Rent The Immortal Dojo At The Beginning

Half a month later, on Huaguo Mountain.

Huaguo Mountain has not yet been officially opened to the public, and currently there are only a thousand Dragon Race members practicing on the mountain.

Fluctuations of spiritual energy come from time to time. For half a month, the entire Dragon Race was initially shocked by the terrifying concentration of spiritual energy and the rapid speed of promotion, but now they have become accustomed to it.

In the past half month, the ten Semi-Saint elders have completely stabilized their cultivation and are gradually approaching the threshold of the Saint Realm. The once rare number of powerful people in the Mighty Realm has increased to more than fifty.

Today's Dragon Race is powerful enough to sweep across the Monster Race continent, with no signs of decline at all.

"it's time!"

Lin En glanced at the Dragon Race members who were practicing at the foot of the mountain. The training results were quite satisfactory.

Lin En also just returned to Huaguo Mountain. After settling in the Dragon Race, Lin En had his own power on the Monster Race continent, which gave him more confidence to conquer the Four Phases, so he returned to Kunlun Mountain0

When I go home, I don’t have to cross the sea as hard as when I came here. I teleported to the Secret Realm of Kunlun Mountains as soon as I thought about it. I stayed with my little wife for a full week, looking at her rosy face and waiting for water with reluctance. Bai Qi, with big eyes, teleported back to Huaguo Mountain.

The moment he landed, his steps were a little shaky, and he awkwardly rubbed his waist with one hand, which made Qingluan roll his eyes.

"Send the order! All monks above the powerful level in Dragon Race, including the capital, will come with me to conquer the Tiger Clan!"

Lin En's loud voice spread throughout Huaguo Mountain.

"Finally, are you here?"

Long Qu's face showed an excited red color and he led ten elders, followed by fifty powerful men, half-kneeling in front of the waterfall and clasping their fists.

"My subordinate, Long Qu, pays homage to the patriarch!"

Lin En held Long Er's little hand and stood on Qing Luan's back, Yin Nichiren!

"Set off!"

Taking the lead to rise up, Long Qu looked at Lin En soaring into the sky, his eyes turned red unconsciously.

"I, Dragon Race, am officially back!"

With dozens of Dragon Race masters, they jumped into the sky and followed Lin En's figure, flying to the northwest with great momentum!

This time, Lin En only brought those who were above the Great Power Realm, and had nearly ten Semi-Saints under his command. Such a lineup could already dominate the world, and if he brought people with lower realms, they would only be cannon fodder.

The ancestral land of the tiger clan.

In a hall that was twice as grand as the Dragon Race meeting hall, a dozen White Tiger experts from the Great Power Realm and five and a half Saint Realm were discussing something intensely.

Two biblical strongmen stood at the bottom of a few steps with frowning faces. On the steps, a young girl in white lay half-lying on a shining golden throne.

The girl closed her eyes slightly, her thick black hair naturally hanging on the armrest, and a pair of slender legs that could not be covered under the white one-piece dress.

The slightly closed eyes on the crystal clear and tender face made people want to pinch the cute face, but everyone present did not dare to look directly at the girl above.

The looming aura on his body is clearly the aura of the peak of the Saint Realm!

"There must be some huge secret in Dragon Race! Otherwise it would be impossible for so many Azure Dragons with Semi-Saint cultivation to appear in an instant!"

A Semi-Saint White Tiger said with palpitations.

"Semi-Saint? You didn't see the aura on that old man Longqu. I didn't even dare to look at him!"

"That's right, his cultivation is definitely not that of an ordinary Saint Realm powerhouse!"

"Whether we can fight the Dragon Race or not, the Qinglong Holy Spring is the key to our ancestor's recovery!"

"Hit? What to beat with..."

The Semi-Saint who was speaking suddenly tightened his body and immediately closed his mouth. The entire hall was silent for an instant.

The girl who was half lying down suddenly sat up.

"Bai Laoer, you said that the Dragon Race city was surrounded by a psychedelic formation, and there was an aura that made even you palpitate?"

With that childish voice and that cute look, he looked like he was only a few days older than Long Er.

"Report to ancestor!"

This girl turned out to be one of the ten evil spirits from ancient times!

"Although the aura in Dragon Race City lasted only for a moment, but..."

"Stop hesitating!"

The girl raised her brows, and a powerful aura directly pushed everyone in the audience to their knees.

The strong Saint Realm man known as Bai Lao Er did not dare to neglect.

"Ancestor, calm down, that aura makes me feel the pressure that comes from facing your body!"

""

The girl gasped.

"Could it be that that little bitch Canglong is back?!"

There was another commotion down the hall, and a trace of impatience flashed on the girl's face.

"Okay! Why are you arguing? Even if she comes back, her state will never be restored. Even if there is the Qinglong Holy Spring, it will not be possible to return to the peak in a day or two if she wants to recover as before!"

Bai Laoer spoke again.

"Ancestor, the offensive against Dragon Race..."

"Why fight? If you go ahead, can you beat me?"

He quickly lowered his head and said, "Yes...yes."

"What if 627 Dragon Race takes advantage of the situation and counterattacks..."

Before he finished speaking, he waved less accurately.

"There is no chance, they are already here!"

"What!?"

After traveling thousands of miles, Lin En stood in front of the strong Saint Realm for only a moment. At this time, Lin En had already stepped on Qingluan and arrived in the sky above the White Tiger ancestral land. He activated the "Dragon King General Secret Art" with all his strength, and the domineering Dragon King Qi swept down.

The White Tiger clan's city is also covered with a large formation, but this formation is just a paper tiger in front of Lin En. He holds the Cang Emperor Sword and wields the sword with dragon energy.

Before the tiger tribe below could react and activate the defensive formation, the large formation covering the tiger tribe fell to the ground like porcelain and shattered!

Lin En waved his hand, and the ten elders and fifty powerful men behind him rushed down!

The strong men of the Tiger Clan are now gathered in the meeting hall, and those outside are just small shrimps. For a moment, the strong men of the Dragon Race entered the group of cats like dragons, and screams came one after another.

"That's too much!"

The two Saint Realm White Tigers standing in the hall shattered the ground below and shot out to rescue the tribesmen.

Lin En did not attack the Dragon Guard, nor did he make any moves. He was waiting for the White Tiger ancestor who seemed to have revived!