Ling Tian nodded, Tao Yaoyao's expression was particularly stern, Ling Tian also knew that this was not a joke.
The figure flashed, and Ling Tian appeared outside the Dragon Ball.
However, looking at the three people who were staring at him, Ling Tian was slightly startled, and then raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong? What are you looking at?"
"Is there any difference between me and before? Or have I become more handsome?"
Ao Zishan and the others: "..."
"Okay, stop being narcissistic and tell me, what did you do to Lord Ao's dragon ball? Why is the dragon soul in it gone?"
Kui Cailing asked.
"Um, is this it?"
Ling Tian raised his hand, and a small purple dragon soul appeared in the palm of his hand.
"This, this is the ancestral soul of our dragon clan, and you actually absorbed him into your body?"
In an instant, Ao Zishan exclaimed.
He never expected that the dragon soul in the dragon ball was gone, but it was in Ling Tian's body.
However, Ling Tian was not even considered a real dragon, so how could he allow the ancestral soul of the dragon to enter his body?
"Since the Dragon Ball cannot live without this thing, I'd better return it to the city lord."
After saying that, Ling Tian pressed his palm on the dragon ball, and the purple dragon ancestor soul returned to the dragon ball, and the dragon ball also turned from dim to bright at this time.
"Okay, okay!"
"The Dragon Balls are restored, Dad!"
Ao Zishuang said in surprise.
"Well, I'm relieved now that I've recovered."
Ao Zishan put away the dragon ball, but he did not say that he could feel from the dragon ball that the current dragon ball was different from the previous one. In terms of energy, it was 30% weaker, but fortunately, the dragon ball did not have any
No matter how powerful it is, it will not affect its effect.
"Not bad, not bad, Ling Tian, now not only am I unable to detect your aura, but even Longzhu recognizes that you are a dragon!"
"In this way, you can go to the Dragon Gate Conference without any worries. I guarantee that even if the powerful people from the Ten Thousand Dragons Domain come, they will never doubt your identity!"
Ao Zishan put his hands behind his hands and smiled.
"That's right, Dad, I think it's not just the identity of the dragon clan. The aura of Ling Tian and the dragon clan now seems to be much nobler than before. The aura of this bloodline may only be comparable to the geniuses of the five-color dragon clan.
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Ao Zishuang also said happily.
"Haha, no, I think even the strongest being among the five-color dragon clan, the prince of the Qinglong clan, cannot be compared with the current Ling Tian."
Ao Zishan shook his head.
Zi Shuang was startled, she didn't expect her father to have such a high opinion of the current Ling Tian.
"Haha, senior, please don't flatter me. I'm just a human being, but I can't be compared with the prince of the Qinglong Clan!"
Ling Tian waved his hands, but in his heart, he really didn't put the younger generations of the Five Colored Dragon Clan in his eyes. To compare, he had to compare with those younger generations.
"Of course I'm not flattering you. Well, I still hope that His Majesty Ling Tian will be merciful at the Dragon Gate Conference this time and not be too cruel to us younger generations of the Dragon Clan."
Ao Zishan smiled.
"It's easy to talk about. By the way, what time is it now? Has the Longmen primary election in Shenglong City begun?"
Ling Tian asked.
"The beginning? It's over, okay!?"
Ao Zishuang and others looked at each other and smiled.
"What!? It's over!? Then I came out too late? How can I participate in this Dragon Gate Conference?"
Ling Tian was startled, he didn't expect that he was delayed for so many days in the Dragon Ball.
"What are you afraid of? It's just the primary election of Thang Long City. All the decision-making power is in my hands. Whoever I want to go can go. Whoever I say is the seeded contestant will be the seeded contestant."
Ao Zishuang hugged her shoulders and said proudly.
"Well, it is indeed the pride of the second generation of officials!"
Ling Tian nodded.
"However, it's time for us to set off. There are less than ten days left before the Dragon Gate Conference held in the Eight Dragon Gates. We need to go there first and prepare."
Ao Zishuang said, pulling Ling Tian and Kui Cailin out of the secret room.
"Hey, these kids."
In the secret room, only Ao Zishan was left, sighing alone.
"The Dragon Clan has been stable for thousands of years, so it's time to stir up some waves."
"Qingchen Martial Emperor, when will you come back?"
Thang Long City Center.
There are thousands of warriors standing on the square waiting.
Here, they have been waiting for three days.
Today is the last day. If they don't rush to the venue of the Dragon Gate Conference, they will not have much time to prepare for the conference.
"Did you make a mistake? How long are you going to make us wait?"
"That's right, then it's okay that Ao Zishuang canceled the selection of the seed team without authorization, and now he makes us wait here for three days. Do you really think we are pawns?"
"Humph, let her run wild, have you heard? More than a month ago, Mu Ya, who was engaged to him, was seriously injured and was driven out of Shenglong City!"
"Oh? I heard about it too, but is it because of another dragon man?"
"Supposedly yes!"
On the square, a group of talented people were discussing, but at this moment, a dragon roar suddenly sounded from the direction of the city lord's palace, and then, three figures appeared in the center of the square.
The figure appeared, and from it, four geniuses came out.
Astonishingly, they were Ao Zishuang Lingtian, Kui Cailing, and Ross.
Although the auras of the four geniuses were concealed and suppressed to varying degrees at this time, their temperament alone was enough to completely silence the warriors in the entire square.
Everyone shut their mouths.
Ling Tian's eyes fell on these warriors. Ninety percent of them were from the Dragon Clan or descendants of the Dragon Clan. There were only less than a hundred people from other ethnic groups.
Moreover, Ling Tian also discovered three human races among the hundreds of geniuses, two men and one woman. They were all excellent in appearance and temperament. Their cultivation had reached the peak of the eighth-level Immortal King. Among the human races, they were definitely the Phoenix.
The leader of Mao Lingjiao.
However, these geniuses of the human race stood at the end of all the warriors. Although their faces were stern, their auras couldn't help but look a little humble when faced with the gazes of the surrounding dragons.
Ling Tian shook his head secretly. Although he didn't know these three humans, he still hoped that they could hold their chests high.
However, building self-confidence requires a process.
I just hope that if they are at the Dragon Gate Conference, they won’t lose their lives.
"I've kept you guys waiting for a long time, now we can set off."
Ao Zishuang was wearing amethyst battle armor, holding a huge dragon-headed halberd in her hand, and said softly.
"By the way, I haven't had time to ask, where will the Dragon Gate Conference be held?"