not scientific at all

After a month of tossing, this martial arts tournament that shocked the entire continent finally started.

More than [-] people signed up to participate in this competition. Powerhouses of different races and professions from the mainland gathered in this barren land of the Four World Wars, and they all wanted to be the last one standing.

Because of this, the selection before this competition was so strict to the point of harshness: the first step to enter the door was the appearance screening, and those who failed in figure and appearance were not even qualified to fill in the form; For those who have signed the magic contract, it will automatically judge whether the writer is lying when filling it out; and the number plate received is engraved with a miniature magic circle that records the image, that is to say, from the day of registration, everyone's every move is under the control of the organizing committee Under surveillance, if you make a wrong step, you will be deprived of admission.

Despite such a harsh screening, by the day of the competition, there were still 200 qualified applicants left.The organizer, King Phetias, thought that only a sword master and a magic master were qualified to compete with him, but he didn't want the heat of the competition to soar to the point where he couldn't control it. Three human saint-level powerhouses came. One, as well as orcs, elves... Even the dwarves who are the least likely to be dragon knights came. Comment on where and what is not well built.

The king was so angry that his liver ached, but the level gap was there, so he couldn't go up and hit them in the face.But these two were brushed off in the appearance review of the first level, and now they can only talk bitter words, hehe, he has already crushed these people in terms of appearance and financial resources, look at this huge arena, That cute little dragon still doesn't know who to choose?

Surrounded by his personal guards, the king walked towards the ring, smiling and waving to the left and right along the way, causing waves of cheers.

The stone bricks of the arena were rubbed to shine brightly, and a royal flag of the Phetias Empire was erected high beside the stage. On the bright red flag were embroidered marigolds and double-headed griffins marching towards the royal family. They also specially embroidered a golden dragon, symbolizing that after this competition, their royal family of Phetias is the royal family that has produced dragon knights.

He raised his head, and the sun shone from the edge of the high flag and fell into his eyes, making him feel a little sour that he wanted to cry.He took off the long cloak studded with gems, revealing a chain mail woven with gold thread. The heavy helmet was decorated with gems of various colors, and even the hilt of the long sword in his hand was inlaid with a ruby ​​the size of a pigeon egg. This king among men stacked up a luxurious style that the Dragon Clan loves most.

Standing in the arena waiting for him is the absolute protagonist of this martial arts competition, the last dragon on the mainland, Christo.This little dragon was still wearing an ordinary warrior uniform, with the collar open low, revealing his solid chest muscles. His chest was already wet with sweat from the previous battles, and it was shining brightly, eye-catching like gems.

This piece of the most precious gem in the whole continent will belong to him.

The king licked his lips, jumped onto the ring lightly, performed a dragon knight's etiquette to the dragon, and said in a low voice, seductively: "Let me be your knight! Only the king's wealth is worthy of your precious wealth." Dragon, if I can build such a big arena, I can also build you a palace of the same size, full of gold and jewels, where you can live comfortably and swim in gold every day!"

He spoke very hard, and he was almost fascinated by the scene, but the greedy dragon showed no sign of being persuaded at all. There was a bit of fear and inexplicable shyness in his eyes looking at Jin Jin, and he turned his eyes away. To the king, raised his sword and said, "Please advise."

This is not happy.

But how could a dragon not be tempted by gold, silver and jewelry?Charles III didn't understand why his money offensive failed, but he wasn't one to throw in the towel after being rejected once, so he brought up the long sword and, like other candidates, showed his strength as a great swordsman.

Chopping, chopping, stabbing, picking, hooking, wiping, inspiring the power of the magic stone on the hilt to release magic... He exhausted all his means, but suddenly found that he couldn't win.Instead of releasing water, he used magic props to enhance his strength, but the strength of the newborn dragon opposite him was bottomless, not like a young dragon that had just broken its shell for more than 200 years.

And the most frightening thing is that when Xiaolong faced him, he used completely human fighting skills, without the dragon's innate magic, and didn't make much use of his strong physical fitness. Only an ordinary steel sword suppressed him. Master of swordsmanship.

The long sword wrapped in gold leaf and inlaid with gemstones was knocked far away, because the impact was too great, the broken magic crystal inlaid on it was thrown out, shining brightly in the sun.The king himself felt sorry for him, but Christo didn't even glance over there out of the corner of his eye, and saluted respectfully with his long sword in his hand.

"You lost."

The voice and tone of this sentence are no different from those in the previous scenes, and there is no intimacy that they should have spent together day and night in this month.Charles III asked him sadly and disappointedly: "Am I not treating you well these days? Is the life of Phithias uncomfortable? How can you be so indifferent?"

Christo wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said sorry in a low voice: "I already have someone who wants him to be a dragon knight. Thank you for your care these days, but I want to fight side by side with that person no matter what. Once. So, I have to stand to the end for him and beat everyone else..."

The king's heart tightened, and he asked sourly: "Who is that person?" That lucky...shameless guy who was so cared for by the dragon!

Xiaolong only looked at the audience, his face was full of anticipation and fighting spirit.The bright sunlight shone into his eyes, and the pupils were so pale that they were almost transparent, and it was impossible to tell who he was looking at.Charles III, full of sourness, stepped off the stage holding his sword sullenly, facing the oncoming Sword Saint Aurias.

The swordsman in black looked indifferent, without squinting, but when he passed by, he said lightly: "The dragon clan chooses knights, not breeders. You used the wrong method."

The king turned his head to the other side, walked towards the VIP table without looking back, and left a sentence before the distance between the two of them: "It will not be you."

The words came true like a curse.The only sword master in the mainland was actually defeated by Xiaolong's sword who was less than [-] years old. When the two swords collided, he was knocked off the sword by Christo's huge force just like Charles III.

After the Juggernaut, the white-haired Law Saint Rodler also lost to Xiaolong.But his mentality is much stronger than the warriors who were born to be dragon knights. After the magic cage was broken, he took the initiative to stop, and praised with a smile: "I have seen your strength, and I am also happy for our Hope Continent. With your existence, we have the courage and confidence to fight against the dark race. I hope you can stay on the mainland forever and reproduce the same huge and powerful dragon race as before."

According to the general evaluation standard in the mainland, the fighting power of a strong person at the holy level is enough to be equal to that of an adult ordinary dragon.But it has been less than 300 years since Xiaolong broke out of his shell, and he hasn't even used his talent for magic. He can defeat saint-level powerhouses repeatedly only by relying on the swordsmanship he learned in the human world. What kind of talent is this? What brilliance does it bloom?This dragon is so powerful that the spectators are full of sorrows and joys, unable to express it in words.The good news is that this dragon is so powerful, they have more guarantees of victory in the battle against the dark creatures; but the thing to worry about is this dragon... it doesn't like the dragon knight!

The rich king did not impress him; the powerful warrior could not subdue him; the beautiful elf did not shake him... There is also a descendant of a legendary hero who brought the summoning card left by the ancient dragon king and summoned the ancient red dragon king Soul, fight Krystal.The ancient Dragon King's brows were cold, releasing powerful dragon power. His long red hair hung down in front of him, half covering his more fierce red eyes, and he raised his hand and commanded: "Surrender to me!"

Under the huge dragon's power, a layer of sweat dripped from Xiaolong's body, his legs were so weak that he almost knelt down.He inserted the sword on the stone platform in time, held the hilt tightly with both hands, and propped up his trembling body.

The knight holding the summoning card persuaded: "Admit defeat. I am a descendant of dragon knights. There have been seven dragon knights in the family for tens of thousands of years. Every dragon that has contracted with my family will eventually guard us wholeheartedly. The Alwin family. After you signed the contract with me, you will know that only the truly ancient family of dragon knights can make the dragon live the most comfortable and worry-free life."

Xiaolong sneered, straightened his hunched body inch by inch, and looked up at the knight opposite: "What I want is a knight who is strong enough to fight side by side with me. What are you? You don't even have your own strength. I can’t even show it, I can only rely on the protection of my ancestors... Oh, it’s still the protection of my ancestors..."

His body was raised inch by inch, and finally he straightened suddenly with a click, and the long sword in his hand suddenly rose under the pressure of Longwei, and went straight for the knight!The soul of the red dragon opened its mouth and breathed out the dragon's breath, and the little dragon's eyes flashed with silver light. It forcibly took the scorching breath, jumped into the air, and slashed at the dragon knight with both hands.

The knight was used to the crushing power of the Dragon King, but he didn't expect him to be able to fight against the high-ranking dragons, so he took a few steps back unexpectedly and rolled on the ground.However, the sword wind swept across, leaving a deep bloody gash on his shoulder.

The knight clutched his shoulders, furious, and clenched his token tightly to order the red dragon to increase its attack.The Dragon Soul raised its head and opened its mouth, exhaling a powerful breath of dragon that filled the entire arena. Thick smoke billowed in all directions, mixed with large streams of bright red dragon flames.

The smoke covered the entire arena, and Qing Jing was so nervous that he pressed the table of the VIP seats and turned straight out, breaking into the magic circle protecting the arena.He was about to save the dragon, when there was a tragic scream between the thick smoke and fire, and with the scream, a white light suddenly penetrated the fireworks and hit the protective shield outside the ring.

Qing Jing quickly swung his sword to wipe away the white light, and walked towards where Christo was.Everyone in the audience trembled in their hearts, and they were so angry that they wanted to rush up and kill the guy who dared to attack the dragon.

That's a baby dragon!It is the only and precious young dragon in Hope Continent!It's the hope of reviving the dragon clan, how could this guy try to kill the dragon?Could he be a spy bought by the dark forces?

The whole meeting place was boiling, the identity of that person and the family behind him were revealed by human flesh, the brothers and elders in his family hated this unfilial son more than others, and wished to go up and beat him up and make amends to Long.

However, when the fireworks dissipated, the audience was surprised to find that it was not the little dragon they thought was injured, but the dragon knight.His right shoulder seemed to be pierced by a ray of energy, revealing a hollow in the thickness of his wrist, and he sat on the ground weakly, his hanging arm was scorched black, and the sign that sealed the dragon soul was also thrown on the ground.

Although Xiaolong was not injured, but because he used the innate magic that was too burdensome for the young dragon, his expression was extremely fatigued, and he lay softly in Qingjing's arms, and he didn't even have the strength to take medicine.Qing Jing sat down and let him lean against her chest, asked Teacher Shen for a pill, and put it into Xiaolong's mouth with her own hands.

The pill melted in his mouth, and after he swallowed it, it turned into a hot gas in his stomach, which moved nimbly like a snake in his body. The muscles where he walked were not sore, and his strength returned. The huge magic power center has been replenished.Christo felt like he had slept soundly for half a month. Not only was his body not tired, but he was also more energetic. He could even play for days and nights.

Seeing the gleam in his eyes, Qing Jing felt relieved and asked softly: "Can I do another comparison? If not, I will do it for you. Have you decided which knight you really like? Tell me if you like it. When I get to him, I will directly release the water."

Xiaolong was about to jump up and tell him that he could fight again, but when he heard that Qingjing was about to go up, he stopped the movement abruptly, and the head and neck that had just been lifted fell back into the snake spirit's embrace like a wooden stake.Qing Jing thought that he was too tired to get up, so he was taken aback, quickly patted him, and asked Teacher Shen worriedly: "Is Christo tired, hypoglycemia? Teacher Shen, you Is there any sugar?"

What low blood sugar, pretend to be stupid!

Teacher Shen's gilt eyes stared at Xiaolong so hard that he couldn't pretend anymore, and slowly sat up from Qingjing's arms.But even though he got up, he still held the snake spirit's hand and asked nervously, "Are you really willing to fight for me?"

Qing Jing smiled and said: "Of course, there is no childcare for the martial arts competition. I have been preparing for so many days, do you have a fancy? Let me point it out, so as not to waste time."

Krystal's fingers slid across Qingjing's soft and cold palm, and unexpectedly thought of those two little legs... In fact, the short legs are quite cute.In comparison, are his own legs too thick and not delicate enough?With his free hand resting on his thigh, various irrelevant thoughts swirled in his mind, but he didn't pick a knight.

It wasn't until Qingjing urged him that he casually glanced at the row of seats where the candidate knights were, and reached out to point to the last one—a man in a white magic robe with pure black hair and eyes.

Fight for me to the end, my knight.

Christo's eyes burst into a stunning brilliance, he stood up staggeringly, pressed his forehead with one hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "Senior, I'll go down to rest first, I'll leave it to you."

"I'll see you off." Qing Jing gently rubbed the top of Xiaolong's head, got up and grabbed him by the collar and threw it out of the court lightly.The body weighs several tons, and the human form also weighs more than 70 pounds. The young dragon was thrown out like a javelin "biu—".

The faces of the guests at the VIP seats all turned green, all kinds of levitation magics bloomed in an instant, and the flying monsters also flew towards the direction where the little dragon fell, but their actions were still a step slower.In the blink of an eye, Krystal was thrown onto the chair in the front row of the VIP seat, his body sat upright, and the chair didn't shake, as if he didn't fly from the sky, but sat down on his own like.

As expected of someone who can force the dragon clan to move out of this continent, this terrifying instant and silent magic, this precise positioning method... But what about the dragon knight?Does the injured one even win?

In the worried eyes of everyone, the snake spirit in the field raised his hand and threw the dragon knight down. He stood upright in the center of the ring, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and recited the words of the land on this continent in a cheerful and bright voice. A strange prayer that no one can understand: "Hello, viewers and fellow Taoists, welcome to the Journey of the Heavens and Worlds program. I am the host Qingjing! On this beautiful day when the golden wind blows cool, the host I will personally participate and take you to experience the ancient and mysterious marriage method of the Dragon Clan in Hope Small World—"

As soon as he raised his hand, Shen Pingshan pushed the camera upwards. A rectangular vertical banner with a yellow background and a red surface was erected on the edge of the field. There are four traditional Chinese characters: "Contest to recruit relatives!"