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As soon as the words fell, there were a few tinkling noises outside the hall, followed by cursing and screaming in pain.

Ao Dingbo yelled loudly while rubbing his painful dragon horns: "Little thief, don't run!" He rushed into the hall screaming all the way, raised his hand to attract several whirlwinds, and draped clothes in the hall. All the crocodile feathers were lifted up, revealing the scene in the moment.

"Don't run away—" Before he finished his sentence, Ao Dingbo's whole body seemed to be fixed in place by magic, and his eyes fell on the two people in front of him, and his eyes were straight.

I saw the young man sitting upright on the spirit stone used to heal his brother's wounds, the end of his eyes was still red, his temple hair was slightly messed up, and his clothes were loose.Ao Zhan stood beside the stone bed with his hands crossed, his back facing the palace gate, and he turned his head condescendingly when he heard the sound, his eyes were cold.

The two were very close, and that appearance fell into Ao Dingbo's eyes, causing many ambiguities for no reason.

Ao Zhan saw that the visitor looked dumb, and after a moment of silence, he finally couldn't help but said with a dark face: "Ao Dingbo, what are you doing?"

There was a bit of spiritual energy in the words, which exploded in the ear of the other party like thunder, which made the younger brother tremble, shrank his shoulders, and recovered from the stupefaction.

Ao Zhan has a lot of prestige and a bad temper.After being yelled at by him like this, Ao Dingbo took a few steps back instead, unable to remember what he wanted to say when he rushed in.

"I..." Ao Dingbo murmured, raising his hand to touch the dragon's horn that almost knocked off a small piece of broken Lin, and then he slapped his head: "I'm here to settle accounts with him."

After speaking, he raised his hand and pointed at the human youth sitting on the spirit stone, gnashing his teeth a bit: "Shameless little thief, not only stole the elixir I gave to elder brother, but also locked me out of the door, what should you do?"

Spreading out the palm of his hand, a crumpled talisman lay quietly in Ao Dingbo's palm. The cinnabar handwriting inside was already blurred, but it was not difficult to see who wrote it.

It can be said that "people steal and get".

Zhang Qinglan didn't change her face, she slowly climbed down from the Lingshi, bypassed Ao Zhan, and walked in front of Ao Dingbo in two or three steps.

Ao Dingbo's attention was attracted by the young man's movements, he raised his eyebrows vigilantly and said, "What? Do you still want to deny it?"

At the same time, Zhang Qinglan's figure moved slightly, walking around the red dragon like a gust of wind, causing the surrounding water to ripple.

What followed was a light palm called Ao Dingbo.

The invalid yellow talisman was instantly transferred to the young man's hand, and the rootless fire fluttered up, burning the paper into ashes, and finally turned into a speck of black ash, which was scattered in the sea water.

Zhang Qinglan stared down at the residual ash that had slipped through her fingers, nonsense without changing her expression:

"I have no such intention."

Ao Dingbo was dumbfounded, and when he realized it, he was short of breath: "...you!"

Ao Zhan stood not far from the two of them, half leaning on the spirit stone behind him, watching the farce in front of him coldly, putting on a posture of complete indifference.

The bitterness of the liquid medicine seemed to remain on the tip of the tongue, the Dragon King half-closed his eyes, but with his five fingers casually resting on the stone surface, he exerted a slight force and pressed out shallow pits.

"Tch," Chilong withdrew his palm, covered his eyes with hair on his forehead, suppressed the anger in his eyes, and gritted his teeth: "Scumbag, how long are you going to pester my elder brother?"

After finishing speaking, he suddenly got into trouble, red flames rose all over his body, he took a step before everyone had time to react, his right hand turned into a sharp dragon claw and swooped straight towards the young man——

Seeing that the tip of the claw was about to touch Zhang Qinglan's chest, Ao Zhan cursed secretly, but he took a few steps forward involuntarily, raised his left arm violently, and brought out gusts of wind.

In the blink of an eye, he firmly grasped the dragon's claw covered with fine red scales, defusing the attack, causing the blow to stagnate in the air.

Feeling the huge force from his wrist, Ao Dingbo widened his eyes and looked at Ao Zhan in disbelief.After a long while of reaction, he yelled out in surprise and doubt: "...Brother?"

At this time, there was only a soft "click", and the three of them lowered their heads together, and saw a simple cloth bag falling from the young man's waist.

The cloth bag fluttered to the ground, the drawstring used to seal it loosened, and a few candied dried fruits fell out from inside, rolling a few times on the ground rather poorly, and finally stopped quietly at the young man's feet.

Ao Dingbo frowned: "..."

Zhang Qinglan squatted down calmly, picked up the candied fruit soaked in seawater one by one, and stuffed them back into the cloth bag.After tying the rope, he slapped the sand off his hands before standing up again.

Looking at the two frozen dragons in front of him, Zhang Qinglan looked calm.

As if nothing had happened, the young man stretched out his hand and gently pushed away the dragon claw that was very close to his chest, but turned around, looked up into Ao Zhan's eyes, and said nothing: "..."

Ao Zhan was uncomfortable being stared at by him, he let go of his brother Longzhuo's left hand, pretended to cough a few times, deliberately turned his face, and subconsciously staggered the two people's originally meeting eyes.

The atmosphere fell into a strange peace for a while.

Ao Dingbo shook his hands angrily, and let out a low snort at Zhang Qinglan.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the cloth bag of candied fruit in his hand, and felt a little indescribably sour in his heart.

Ao Zhan stood in the middle of the two, his expression was only bad.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from outside the hall: "Report—"

Ao Dingbo's expression changed when he heard the sound, his brows furrowed, his attention quickly shifted, and he ordered loudly: "Come in."

The gauze curtain in the palace was raised by Ao Dingbo in advance, and not long after, two soldiers in strong and sharp clothes appeared at the door, holding an embroidered cloth bag in their hands, and hurried all the way into the palace.

As soon as the two entered the door, their legs were weakened by the pressure of the real dragon, and they both fell to their knees.

Among them, the soldier who looked like a prawn calmed down, straightened the red tassel on the helmet on his head, then clasped his fists with both hands, and saluted the Dragon King.

Ao Dingbo waved his hand, signaling for the two to get up.

Shrimp supported his colleagues to stand up, held his breath, and presented the cloth bag in front of Ao Dingbo after he got rid of the dizziness: "The subordinate led people to investigate carefully in Luliao Mountain for three days, and all the diamond-shaped crystals on the mountain road have been taken away. All the stones were excavated and collected."

"A total of ninety-nine and eighty-one thousand pieces, and the one stored in the cloth bag is one of them. King, please take a look."

The opponent bowed and raised his hand, opened the palm-sized cloth bag, and there was a transparent spar lying quietly inside, but the brilliance on it was dim, with hidden cracks, and all the spiritual energy had been lost.

The appearance of the spar all fell into the eyes of the three, causing different waves.

Ao Dingbo took the bag, examined it carefully, and handed it to Ao Zhan. During this period, he intentionally or unintentionally blocked Zhang Qinglan's line of sight, trying to get in and separate the two people on the opposite side.

Zhang Qinglan drooped her eyelashes, and took a half step back spontaneously, her already thin sense of existence reduced to nothingness.

Ao Zhan picked up the spar from the cloth bag, his eyes were dim, recalling the pain that was inflicted on his whole body by the magic circle that day, with just a little force with his fingertips, the cracks on the stone surface became wider and almost shattered.

Ao Dingbo looked at his elder brother's gloomy appearance with worry in his eyes.

Immediately let the two soldiers retreat first, glance around the main hall, and then said to Ao Zhan: "The people under my command should have found some clues about the Luliao Mountain magic circle."

Ao Dingbo frowned and glanced at the young man who was following Ao Zhan like a shadow. In the end, he didn't say anything more, and quickly cupped his hands and said:

"It's inconvenient to discuss matters here, so I'd like to trouble my elder brother to follow me to sacrifice to Longtan, and we can discuss it later."

……

A hundred feet to the south from the dormitory, passing through multiple fortified stone gates, going down a thousand steps, and finally reaching the deepest part of the South China Sea.

In the deep sea, as the light gets darker and darker, the whale oil candles lit on the walls on both sides of the long stone steps appear brighter.

The orange-red candle was burning in the enveloping sea water, reflecting a square inch of brightness. The candle flickered, and even the silhouette of the person was elongated, appearing slender and mottled.

At the end of the stairs is a huge stone gate with a height of three meters. The totem of the dragon is carved on the gate, and clusters of dark seaweed are clinging between the cracks of the stone, floating in the water.

Ao Dingbo stood still in front of the stone gate, with his right hand raised high, a ball of red flame faintly condensed in the palm of his hand, and after a while, the red flame gushed out, and the tongue of flame slowly filled the totem depression on the door.

When Panlong was completely filled with red flames, he heard loud rumbling noises from all around, and broken stones falling down.

The giant gate rose in response to the sound, and slowly opened to both sides, and there was a faint sound of dragon chant and long howl——the formidable hall finally appeared in front of people.

There is nothing hidden behind the door.

In the middle of the wide altar hangs a huge ten thousand pearl, which emits soft light, lighting up all the corners of Jilongtan.

The ancient altar is hung in the air on all sides, and a stone dragon is lifelike, circling the altar non-stop. The dragon's head hangs down, and its eyes seem to be piercing, staring at the night pearl in the center of the altar.

Ao Zhan was no stranger to this scene, and he stepped into it after Ao Dingbo opened the gate of the Dragon Sacrifice Pool.

Ao Dingbo walked behind his elder brother, and couldn't help turning his head to look at the young man of the human race who had been silent all the way just now and was within a short distance from the two of them.

Seeing that the other party was about to follow Ao Zhan into the Dragon Sacrifice Pool, Ao Dingbo finally couldn't help but took a step forward and stopped Zhang Qinglan: "This is a forbidden place for our dragon clan to discuss affairs. You are a strange species and are not qualified to enter."

Zhang Qinglan's footsteps stopped for an instant, and she subconsciously raised her head to look at Ao Zhan, only to find that his back had already been buried in the altar without a trace.

Ao Dingbo looked at the obvious disappointment in the young man's eyes, and stamped his feet anxiously: "It's already... tsk for you, a mortal, to follow here."

"Forget it." Remembering that the other party did save his brother's life, Ao Dingbo frowned and said awkwardly: "Today, the king showed mercy and allowed you to wait outside the door."

Sensing the change in the other party's tone, Zhang Qinglan didn't change her face: "Oh."

When the words fell, Ao Dingbo reached out and dropped a three-foot-square barricade at the young man's feet. He originally wanted to say something to the young man, but he didn't say anything after holding back for a long time... Hastily flung his sleeves, his face full of irritability Turning around Yudi, he took back all the red flames that were originally attached to the stone gate.

The giant door slowly closed as Chi Yan retracted, making the same bang as before.

Zhang Qinglan stood alone outside the door, lowered her eyes and raised her hand, looking at her palm which had become translucent again, and sighed softly.

…Soon, the young man took out a paper figurine no more than the size of a finger pulp from his sleeve, chanted a few spells, and poured some spiritual power into it.

The little paper figurine started to move gradually with the incantation, and before the door was completely closed, it flew out from Zhang Qinglan's palm—squeezed into the crack of the door, and fluttered to the middle of Ao Dingbo's back.

not moving at all.