Chapter 182 It’s the Dragon God!



Why is it khaki?

Khaki?

Feng Zilan's mind kept echoing with these three words, nearly driving him crazy: "Why are you humans so obsessed with this kind of thing?"

After the vicious black man asked the question just now, he also came to ask.

Did you come here to discuss this?

"Do you think we're happy to ask?" Ying Qingzhou sneered, saying the words that Zhalongxin said: "If I didn't think you have Yinglong blood, you'd be treated like a hybrid."

"Out of curiosity and a desire to laugh, we really didn't want to ask."

Feng Zilan: “…” Are they still human?

"As Shuai's godfather, I naturally have to ask you guys with unknown origins whether you are profitable beasts."

He stabbed again.

“…”

Feng Zilan vomited blood.

Why is this man so sharp that he can draw blood? There is nothing he doesn't know. I admire these humans. If I had known earlier, I would have rotted in the forest.

Why are you looking for trouble?

Under the gazes of several people, Feng Zilan had no choice but to say: "I am not a hybrid, I am Yinglong, pure Yinglong bloodline!"

"Stop bragging and tell me quickly." Shu Li said impatiently.

"The reason why I changed color is because... because..." He lowered his khaki head and sharpened his claws on the table.

Makes a little harsh sound.

"because……"

Shu Li resisted the urge to slap him like a dragon pancake: "Why? What's the matter? It's not something you can't talk about. We won't laugh at you."

"Because our dragon clan is different from spirit beasts, spirit beasts can only reach the god level at most, but our dragon clan is different." He began to talk about things that humans did not know.

"What's different? It's not that the body structure is different, there is..." Shu Li was about to say what he understood, but found Nan Shuai listening quietly beside him.

He swallowed the rest of the sentence.

I'm going to die.

If he said the second half of the sentence, Ying Qingqingzhou would crawl to his bedside in the middle of the night and say, "Think about what you said this morning. Is that something you can say in front of my daughter? You're going to be ruined!"

They are beasts and do not have the complex thoughts of humans.

Feng Zilan didn't know what Shu Li was thinking, so he continued, "For us dragons, the Divine Rank is not a bottleneck."

"Above the Divine Rank is..."

Feng Zilan dropped the ball again and looked at them with his head raised.

"Third time is the limit." Shu Li gave a clear warning.

"It's the Dragon God!" Feng Zilan said in one breath, then his face flushed and he shouted, "I want to be the only Dragon God in the world!"

The voice was convincing.

Everyone present was stunned, and their faces showed different expressions.

Shu Li was the first to stand up. He walked towards a place, shaking his head as he walked: "This is crazy. Even dragons are crazy in this world."

"Dragon God? You don't even know your own weight. If it turns a dark yellow, it's probably because you got struck in the head by lightning when you were going through the tribulation. You're probably crippled."

Shu Li's voice was loud and clear to their ears.

Feng Zilan's face turned red with embarrassment.

Nan Shuai tilted his head and asked, "What does the khaki color have to do with being hit on the head?"

"It's okay." Ying Qingzhou casually removed the unknown hair from his head and said, "Your uncle Li, I just think this dragon is crazy."

"Oh..." Nan Shuai seemed to understand but not quite.

"I'm not crazy!" Feng Zilan was not convinced. You can question his gender, but you can't question his past glory.

"I'm just a little bit short."

Ying Qingzhou was willing to listen to him continue: "Which little bit?"

"On a scale of one to ten, I'm still at least nine point nine nine nine..."

"Okay, stop talking about nine. Doesn't the meaning mean that the beginning is the peak? How dare you say that?" Ying Qingzhou had defeated him so much that he squatted in the corner facing the wall.

The whole thing about Dragon God and no Dragon God has come to an end.

But Zhan Zhaolin, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly came up with a conclusion: "Teacher, if a dragon can become a dragon god, then can humans also..."

"Shut up that hole of yours." Before he could finish his words, Ying Qingzhou glanced at him, and then he looked at Nan Shuai whose eyes were rolling around.

I sighed helplessly in my heart.

"Okay."

Next.

Ying Qingzhou asked Feng Zilan a few more questions, one of which was about the little black dragon: "A few days ago, a black dragon appeared at the academy. Do you know who it is?"

"I don't recognize him... I know him, my boss."

Feng Zilan originally wanted to say that he didn’t know him. After all, the boss’s identity was very sensitive and special, and now he was in the hands of humans.

Nor can the identity symbol be erased.

But the unfriendly gaze above his head made him change his words in time, for he was afraid that if he said he didn't know him, he would not be able to leave the sect today.

"How many dragons are still alive?" Ying Qingzhou asked again.

"Three... four, maybe."

“…”

This kid never tells the truth. You won't get anything useful out of him if you ask him. If there is anything useful, he'll probably just say something perfunctorily to get the point across.

No one knows whether you lied or not, right?

Ying Qingzhou gave up.

Seeing Zhan Zhaolin in a good mood, Nan Shuai felt that the matter was settled. He asked knowingly, "Oh, did you succeed in becoming his disciple?"

Zhan Zhaolin straightened his back.

"Of course. Who wouldn't want me, as outstanding as I am?"

Ying Qingzhou: "..." He didn't want to say it even though he was begging for mercy just now.

"By the way, didn't you prepare a lot of bags for the teacher when you went out? Why don't you take them out and have a look." Nan Shuai was thinking about his gift.

But don't be like Xu Chen.

He couldn't help but be frightened when he saw so many bags of poison.

"There are gifts?" Ying Qingzhou was a little surprised. Usually, when accepting a disciple, the teacher would prepare a gift for the meeting. How could the disciple prepare one?

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