The System Takes Me to Practice

King Qingjiao stepped forward and quietly stuffed a storage ring in Long Aotian's hand.

Long Aotian took it indifferently, without the slightest expression. Judging from his appearance, he had encountered this situation many times.

Divine Sense penetrated into it, and then Long Aotian's face changed slightly, and then he showed a gratified smile.

"Since it was brought by you, Qingjiao King, there is of course no problem in entering the clan, but don't make trouble in it, otherwise I won't be able to keep you."

Taking the storage ring away, Long Aotian nodded slightly, not forgetting to remind everyone.

When Yang Fan saw this, the six Chaotian Haoyuan cast a look, and the six understood, turned and walked outside.

The task of the six people is very simple. When the fight inside, they immediately set up the six red sun formations, and all the dragons can't escape.

As for those who came to the wedding, Yang Fan did not intend to let it go. Those who can come to the wedding have a good relationship with the Dragon Clan, and Yang Fan will naturally not let it go.

"What are they going to do?"

King Qingjiao was puzzled, but he didn't expect Yang Fan and the group of people to have any conspiracy.

"It's nothing, this time I came to Midstream Continent, and there was a task assigned by the suzerain. They are the elders of the sect, and they are going to buy some training resources. You know, the Lower Continent is not comparable to the Midstream Continent. Some good training resources are compared. Expensive, it’s cheap here, and we plan to go to the upper continent when we have the opportunity."

Yang Fan didn't have the slightest psychological burden when he talked about the lie, and his face remained unchanged. King Qingjiao didn't see the abnormality.

"Indeed, the purity of the aura in the middle continent is three times that of the lower continent. I heard that the master of the Xianwuzong in the lower continent is no more than a kid on the second floor of the fairy realm. The aura of the lower continent can give birth to the fairy realm. It's not easy."

I don't know if King Qingjiao's words are exaggerating or demeaning, Tang Shixian, who is standing behind Yang Fan, has an unsightly face.

Soon, the group of people entered the dragon clan land, the inside is very spectacular, the concentration of aura is at least five times that of the outside, and the building is also very luxurious.

Each building is engraved with five-claw dragons. These dragons have different appearances and are lifelike, as if they were transformed from real dragons.

The number of dragons is not large. After developing in the Celestial Immortal Realm for several billion years, the number has reached more than half a million, and among them, the strength of the Immortal King Realm is only less than 100,000.

Perhaps at first I heard that there are many dragon races in the fairy king realm, but this is not the case.

Among this number of 100,000, the dragon clan of the Immortal Venerable Realm will not exceed 5,000. As for the Immortal Emperor, it is probably only twenty or thirty, let alone a quasi-sage.

Entering the territory of the dragon clan, what impresses everyone is a grand wedding scene.

The scene is arranged on a huge platform suspended in the air, about a thousand meters from the ground, surrounded by fog, giving people a feeling of being in heaven.

On this decision-making platform, there is also a small pavilion suspended. The pavilion has nine floors. On the ninth floor, there is a golden dragon chair. There is no one sitting in it, and it still emits light. Its owner is not there, and Yang Fan also feels the strength of the owner of the dragon chair.

"That is the exclusive seat of the Dragon Emperor, with the breath of the Dragon Emperor on it. I heard that it is still a magic weapon of high quality."

Qingjiao Wang explained that Yang Fan and his party were attracted by the sky's pavilions.

"Why not many people?"

Zeng Zhuojun looked around and found that there were no more than twenty non-Dragon people on the huge floating platform.

"We came too early. It will take at least half a day before the wedding begins. The wedding is held in the evening. It is estimated that other people are either in the reception room or on the way here."

King Qingjiao explained that on the way here, he learned that Zeng Zhuojun, although he didn't know his real name, was shocked by Zeng Zhuojun's talent.

Zeng Zhuojun is less than half a million years old now, and he has the strength of the Daluo Jinxian. Even if he is placed in the dragon clan, he is still a god-like existence. If he is not from his own clan, I am afraid that the Qingjiao King really wants to hijack Zeng Zhuojun away.

"You just said the Dragon King, is there anyone in the Dragon Clan who has a higher status than the patriarch?"

Yang Fan looked around and noticed the word Dragon Emperor in the mouth of King Qingjiao, and said in doubt.

"Naturally not, the Dragon Emperor is Long Yucheng, the patriarch of the dragon clan, a dignified quasi-sage-level powerhouse. Originally, he was the most hopeful of being holy, but..."

King Qingjiao didn’t say anything further, Yang Fan also knew what he wanted to say, nothing more than Zhong Yuze was the first to be sanctified, and then five people were sanctified, and they happened to be together, and they really hit Long Yucheng. Confidence.

"If you say that, the Dragon Emperor will also appear at the wedding?"

Yang Fan reacted.

"This is natural. After all, this is the wedding of the Dragon Emperor's youngest and most beloved grandson. It will definitely be there. At the same time, all the Dragon Emperor's immediate family members will also come and raise the wedding specifications to the highest level."

Qingjiao Wang talked freely, as if he was also a dragon.

"I'll tell you another bit of breaking news."

Suddenly, King Qingjiao's tone changed, his voice became very small, and Yang Fan became very interested.

"This time, there is also the Immortal Emperor of Tiangongyuan. It is said that he is still a somewhat high-status elder. It seems to be Immortal Emperor Xu Fei. He is the lord of the Law Enforcement Hall. Even the Dragon Emperor must treat him respectfully."

"Xu Fei?"

Yang Fan was a little stunned, his memory of more than 100 years was awakened, and finally he found information about Xu Fei.

I promised the old man to accept his locator at the cost of beheading Xu Fei, but I didn't expect to encounter this immortal emperor named Xu Fei here this time. This can only be said of God's will.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan shook his head, his mouth raised.

"There is still half a day until the evening. At this time, we can only stay in the reception room and here. The dragons in other places do not welcome us to visit, otherwise they would not choose to hold the wedding on the outer floor."

"All right, then let's find a place to sit down and wait for the start."

Yang Fan deliberately increased his tone on the word "begin", Xianwuzong and the Tianyan tribe nodded knowingly, just waiting for the start of the battle.

Regarding the plan, Yang Fan has already thought about it. Yang Fan can take the lead in launching the attack when the gift is presented, and then Tianshang opens the full-powered eight-door Dunjia to contain the Dragon Emperor and Long Yucheng, and the other powerful dragons will be handed over to the rest. Yang Fan’s goal was to rescue Sun Yunzhu, or behead the youngest grandson of Long Yucheng who wanted to marry his own woman during the rescue.

However, this is only a pre-plan, and the plan cannot keep up with the changes. Yang Fan has a backup plan, but in any case, Yang Fan must first ensure the safety of Sun Yunzhu, and then the safety of others.

Time soon arrived at night, and the outer layer of the entire dragon clan was wrapped in a dazzling colorful glow, which was very beautiful.

There are neatly arranged tables on the huge platform.

The status of the Blue Horned Cows is not bad, the table is in the first row, and the suspended pavilion above can be clearly observed.