Chen Ling's words made Jiao Yang no longer able to control the anger in his heart. After the words fell, without waiting for Chen Ling to reply. Jiao Yang immediately chose to take action, accompanied by a dragon sound, and Jiao Yang suddenly felt a sudden sound.

The fist was knocked out.

However, in the face of Jiao Yang's attack, Chen Ling did not care at all. He slapped out his palm in an understatement, and the palm prints and the dragon fist collided fiercely. At the same time, Chen Ling said lightly.

"I have killed more than one dragon like you."

Chen Ling killed the dragon, of course that was in his previous life, but Jiao Yang, who was angry at this time, naturally did not hear this. He suddenly increased his strength, and the fists and palms collided, accompanied by a muffled sound.

The ground where the two were located was cracked inch by inch, and the hard bluestone floor tiles were directly shattered like white paper.

He never expected that Jiao Yang would take action directly. Perhaps in Jiao Yang's view, Chen Ling was not the first saint son of the Holy Palace, so he had no need to be afraid.

To put it bluntly, in Jiaoyang's view, except for the first saint son Xiao Chen, the rest of the entire holy palace does not have to be afraid of it at all.

Unfortunately, Jiao Yang's idea was very wrong, because the top ten saints and saints in the Holy Palace were a bit strange compared to the saints of other sub-saint sects.

Although Xiao Chen is the first saint son, in terms of strength, he is not the strongest among the top ten saints of the Holy Palace. Chen Yu's strength is currently stronger than Xiao Chen, and Chen Ling and Long Qing,

Although the ranking is not as good as Xiao Chen, the strength of the two is not weaker than Xiao Chen.

Therefore, Jiao Yang obviously had a wrong prediction. With a head-on collision, Chen Ling did not fall into a slight disadvantage. Seeing this, Jiao Yang's face changed slightly and he thought to himself, "Damn, this guy's strength...

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Chen Ling is just the second saint son of the Holy Palace. Logically speaking, it is impossible for him to be Jiao Yang's opponent, but the fact is the opposite. Chen Ling is very strong and is already a bit outrageous.

In one blow, neither of them took advantage of it. Long Qing, who was standing beside him, looked dark and immediately prepared to take action, but the first step was that Xiao Chen was holding him back.

"Second sister isn't worried about brother? Don't interfere. Second sister only needs to release the pressure of the dragon clan, so that he can naturally lose the power of fighting." Xiao Chen said when he stopped Long Qing.

If it is the other first saint son, there may be some difficulties in dealing with it. However, facing Jiao Yang, it is much easier. As long as Long Qing releases his own dragon clan pressure, Jiao Yang will not have it anymore

The slightest resistance.

The pressure of the pure blood dragon clan is absolutely irresistible for the Jiaolong clan, and this is also the biggest weakness of the Jiaolong clan.

This is the case in many things in the world. As the saying goes, good fortune and misfortune depend on each other. The Dragon Clan has obtained the blood power of the Dragon Clan. While having powerful power, it has completely become a vassal and slave of the Dragon Clan.

Faced with the pressure of the pure blood dragon clan, the dragon clan had no power of resistance at all. This had nothing to do with cultivation, and it was completely suppressed without any reason.

Hearing Xiao Chen's words, Long Qing nodded slightly, and then a rich dragon power spread out from his body. He felt this pressure. Xiao Chen, Chen Ling and others did not change at all, but Jiao Yang was now

But he couldn't help but tremble.

It was as if there was a natural fear deep in the soul that was awakened. At this time, Jiao Yang was completely unable to operate the spiritual power in his body, let alone fighting.

Moreover, his feet were unconsciously complete, and he seemed to be about to kneel down in front of Long Qing.

He forced himself to kneel down, but all this was futile. Faced with the pressure of the pure blood dragon clan, Jiao Yang had no ability to resist at all. After only getting familiar with it, Jiao Yang knelt on both knees,

I can never stand up again.

"I said that your Jiaolong clan is a slave-like existence, you don't believe it." Seeing Jiao Yang kneeling down, Chen Ling said lightly, and then slowly restrained his own aura.

This time, he ignored Chen Ling's voice and Jiao Yang looked at Long Qing in disbelief. He had not believed that the so-called pure blood dragon clan could have any great suppression on the Jiaolong clan.

However, after truly feeling this irresistible and deeply suppressed by blood, Jiao Yang understood that the pure blood dragon clan is the nemesis of the Jiaolong clan, or the master.

In front of other tribes, even the Phoenix Clan and the Kirin Clan, Jiao Yang would not be so powerless, at least he could resist. But in front of the pure blood dragon clan, Jiao Yang, who is the Jiaolong Clan, is a little bit of resistance.

None.

As Chen Ling said before, as a slave of the Dragon Clan, Jiao Yang actually dared to make a decision on Long Qing, which is simply seeking death.

He easily dealt with Jiao Yang. Then, Xiao Chen stepped in front of Jiao Yang, glanced at him lightly, and then said to the holy saint of the holy palace beside him.

"He has sealed his cultivation and tied up, and let the great master of Wan Beast Valley come to lead people."

Jiao Yang broke into the yard arrogantly and took action without saying a word. Naturally, Xiao Chen would not let him go easily, tie him up first, and then let the great master of Wanbeast Valley come to pick up the people in person.

After hearing Xiao Chen's words, a sense of humiliation arose in Jiao Yang's heart. Immediately, Jiao Yang shouted angrily, "Xiao Chen, you dare."

"What's there anything I dare not to tie it up? If you don't come, the great master of Wan Beast Valley will tie him up." Hearing this, Xiao Chen smiled coldly.

It can be said that as long as Long Qing is there, Jiao Yang is a waste without any combat power. He is not afraid of him, Xiao Chen and Chen Ling. Long Qing is his natural nemesis.

Of course, this cannot be said that Jiao Yang's strength is not strong, and he can become the number one saint son of the Ten Thousand Beasts Valley. Jiao Yang's strength is naturally unquestionable. Unfortunately, he is the Jiaolong clan and met Long Qing again, so

It can only be considered unlucky.

Under Jiao Yang's roar, the saint of the Holy Palace quickly blocked his cultivation, and then he was taken down with a tie, and found a room to imprison him.

The arrival of Jiao Yang was just a small episode. Xiao Chen and others didn't care. Xiao Sheng and the others did not show up from beginning to end.

After dealing with Jiao Yang, Long Qing restrained his own pressure, but his pretty face still said coldly, "Brother, why didn't you let me take action just now? Just kill him directly."

"Second sister, this guy is the number one saint son of Wanbeast Valley after all. If he is ruined, things will be difficult to finish. It is not easy to explain to Wanbeast Valley. Besides, with you here, Jiaoyang can't make trouble.

What a trick, just let his face be punished." Xiao Chen said with a smile when he heard Long Qing's words.
Chapter completed!