The Dapeng tribe’s territory is relatively close to the Black Water Marsh.
At the same time, he was also the first to know the news.
"The recent gathering of the Black Water Marsh aquatic tribe has caused a large amount of water vapor to condense, and the heavy rainfall the day before yesterday has caused many roc collision accidents."
"In the next few days, there is still a possibility of heavy to moderate rain. Please try not to take off the ninth-grade Peng monster. The eighth-grade Peng monster will take off as appropriate. The seventh-grade and above Peng monsters are allowed to take off..."
"The cause of the heavy rain has been found out. It is because a pure-blooded dragon was born in the Ming Jiao clan. The power of his bloodline is strong and his physique is even more terrifying. It is suspected that he may have the bloodline of a true dragon..."
"——Jinpeng Weather reports for you."
In the Dapeng tribe’s territory, cloud selection is also underway.
The clouds in the sky had been changed in shape by the great demon of the Dapeng clan, transforming into strips of cloud paths, and the participating birds were running through them at lightning speed.
However, due to heavy rain, there have been many incidents of rocs falling in the clouds recently.
"The Ming Jiao tribe is really bullying birds too much!"
"Black ink? Where did this foreign dragon come from? Could it be that some old dragon painted green and pretended to be a white dragon to participate in the competition?"
"Indeed, it's not like they haven't done this before."
The birds were outraged.
Suddenly, a sigh came from the side:
"Wu Mo is indeed from outside Southern Xinjiang."
"Oh? How did you know?"
All the birds looked in the direction of the sound.
Could it be that the navy hired by the Mingjiao tribe had infiltrated the Dapeng tribe’s territory?
"Because I was the one who sent him to Black Water."
The bald Peng demon pointed at the two big bumps on his head and said in a firm tone.
"......"
The Peng people were somewhat incredulous.
Don’t be fooled by the miserable appearance of the bald Peng monster. He is at the peak of the seventh rank after all. It is not a problem for him to reach the sixth rank. He may even become a fifth rank monster.
Just now, he completed the cloud road race in one minute and twenty-eight seconds.
He was beaten so badly by Wu Mo?
"The hammer that smashed the head of the Xiangliu young clan leader should also be true?"
"Hmm.....he should have held back when he hit me that day."
"I wonder how Wu Mo from the Ming Jiao tribe compares to Zhi Duo Luo from our tribe."
call--
While the birds were discussing, a figure flew across the sky.
His speed was so fast that it even created a mushroom-shaped cloud ring that cut through the sky, causing the dark clouds to retreat, and he passed through the cloud path in an instant.
"One minute! The record of the seventh-grade bird race has been broken again!"
The figure was a young man with a dark face, wearing golden armor and with wings on his back. He had a complete human body, but retained some avian characteristics.
Especially the pair of wings, which are light gold in color, just like his pupils and hair.
He looked down at the other birds with a cold, emotionless gaze.
Dapeng is half demon, Zhiduoluo.
"Wu Mo?"
"Did he kill the dragon in the Black Water Marsh, disrupting the sect's arrangements and causing me to lose the power of incense in the town?"
.......
The land of the Qingluan clan.
At this time, in the largest tree hole in the blue leaf forest.
All the young Luans of the Qingluan clan gathered here.
Looking at Shang Qinqing on the stage, some of them looked serious, while others looked curious and expectant.
Snap——
Shang Qinqing smashed the gavel on the table.
"Speaking of the Sky Dragon of the Ming Jiao Clan, his life was miserable. He was a dragon that had been struggling to survive in the land of the human race since he was young. He had a seriously injured father, a weak mother, a not-so-bright brother, and a broken self..."
"His name is Wu~~~Mo!"
Um.....
Since many members of the Qingluan tribe are unable to speak, it is difficult for them to communicate with the outside world.
Over time, it is easy to have problems with your spiritual heart.
The clan leader would regularly talk about major events or gossip happening in southern Xinjiang here.
Commonly known as preaching.
After saying this, Shang Qinqing glanced sideways and saw a girl pouring tea on a big-headed doll not far away.
She is human.
However, sitting among the Qingluan clan, which is known for being aloof and taciturn, there is no sense of incongruity.
"Black... Ink?"
Ying Bing frowned slightly and whispered the name softly.
In the memory of the previous life.
The Mingjiao clan does not have a genius named Wu Mo.
But she couldn't possibly remember this name wrong...
"However, he still traveled thousands of miles to Southern Xinjiang and made a splash at the Water Tribe audition! He summoned an unprecedented storm!"
"Who would have thought that the young leader of the Xiangliu clan would be so disrespectful of martial ethics that he would bully the weak..."
The Qingluan people were concentrating and felt very involved in the story.
Birds don't like rain.
But compared to Ming Jiao, the Xiangliu tribe is more annoying.
After all, the former only makes the air more humid and there is more rain, while the latter causes great harm to the environment of southern Xinjiang. Grass and trees no longer grow wherever it passes, and even the clearest water sources will turn into toxic sewage.
"Who knew that Wu Mo not only had a strong body, but also had practiced martial arts in the human race!"
"With just a flick of his sleeve, he blew up the head of the young leader of the Xiangliu clan, and then he completely ignored the martial arts rules of stopping at the right time and launched a torrential combo of attacks!"
"It can be seen that although he learned martial arts, he did not learn martial ethics..."
There was the sound of wings flapping below.
After the birds finished clapping, they all looked towards Ying Bing vaguely.
The emergence of a genius in the Mingjiao clan was not a good thing for them, as it meant that there was one more powerful opponent in the fight for the divine jade from outer space.
Moreover, Wu Mo did the same thing as the goddess and blew up the head of the young patriarch of Xiangliu.
But when they saw the girl sitting there, the birds couldn't help but feel that their worries were unnecessary.
She is so dazzling.
Shang Qinqing sat opposite Ying Bing and asked with a smile:
"The water tribe and our bird tribe have always had grievances. What do you think? Are you sure?"
"Um."
"As expected of you, but you haven't seen that opponent yet."
“….”
There was no solemnity on Ying Bing's jade-like face. Instead, there was an inexplicable complexity in her contemplation.
Shang Qinqing was slightly stunned, and then said:
"What are you thinking about? Although they both have ink characters, Ming Jiao is still far inferior to humans."
"I have no idea."
Ying Bing stared at the big-headed doll, but unfortunately the big-headed doll couldn't tell her the answer.
Is there any way to make a person become the same as Ming Jiao?
Still standing out in the aquarium auditions?
It's a bit unbelievable...
But if it happened to him, it seemed reasonable no matter how unexpected it was.
"Oh, I get it. If it's not him, then it's not worth mentioning."
"If it's him, there's no need to fight..."
Shang Qinqing suddenly realized, and then she said seriously:
"I will personally take you to the Hanging Temple in two days."
"Why?"
"I want to knock it in front of you!"
“….”
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PS: The broken bed in the rental house collapsed this morning. The carpenter came to repair it in the afternoon and took a long time. I’m a little late in writing this orz.
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