The Holy Dragon Mountain Range, the main hall of the Qinglong Clan.

"Hahaha! The White Dragon Patriarch is really young and promising! Like me at your age, I was still studying at the Heavenly Dao Academy! Come to the White Dragon Patriarch, Lao Lei will give you a drink. ”

"Hahaha! The Thunder Dragon Patriarch has won the award, and he has built a family at the beginning of Xia, and I hope that the Thunder Dragon Patriarch will help me in the future. ”

Long Xiaobai stood up with his wine glass and gave the Thunder Dragon Patriarch a glass.

The Thunder Dragon Patriarch drank it all, then sat back. Although it was the first time to meet this little white dragon, he didn't dare to despise it because he had the face of Long Potian and the reputation of the other party.

At this time, the patriarch of the Tulong clan stood up with a wine glass.

"White Dragon Patriarch, a few months ago, you participated in the competition with my family's Dragonfall, but you never thought that you were already in the middle of the universe, and you were even the first line patriarch. And the one in my family who is not angry has not yet joined the gods, it is really a dragon than a dragon, and a dragon is angry!"

"The Tu clan patriarch has won the award, if they all compare with me, it is estimated that the geniuses of the great world will commit suicide. So, it's still not better. Long Xiaobai said with a smile.

"Hahaha! The White Dragon Patriarch is really a real person, and he speaks straightforwardly. Come, I toast you, I hope you Bailong will develop and grow!"

"Thank you Tulong Patriarch, the little brother did it first as a respect. ”

Long Xiaobai is like this, pushing cups and changing lamps with one patriarch after another, although it is just polite words, but he also knows a lot of holy dragons.

This time it's just a simple acquaintance, the White Dragon Palace will be completed in a few days, and a grand ceremony will be held in the White Dragon Gorge, which will be called lively at that time.

Long Potian sat on the top and watched all this with relief. Finally, the descendants of his eldest brother have grown up, and they don't have to worry about it.

After drinking with everyone, Long Xiaobai left the table with a wine glass and walked in front of Long Potian.

"Ancestor, this glass of wine is a tribute to you, thank you for your care in the past few years. ”

In fact, he felt a little guilty about Long Potian in his heart. Especially today, when the identity of the Dragon Ancestor was broken, I felt even more sorry for this Long Potian who took care of him in every way.

But he can't say it, since Long Zu didn't make it clear, he can't talk nonsense. After saying that, not only will he lose Qinglong's care, but he will also dash Long Potian's only hope.

In the past three years, you have accomplished achievements that others have not been able to achieve in hundreds or even thousands of years. I can see that you have today's achievements, I can rest assured, and I am worthy of my eldest brother. Come on, dry this glass, and you'll have to rely on yourself in the future!"

Long Potian stood up with a wine glass, and looked at Long Xiaobai with some emotion, as if he saw the big brother who was already very vague standing in front of him.

Long Xiaobai's heart was inevitably a little complicated, so he could only raise his head and drink the wine in his cup to hide the apology in his eyes.

Suddenly, there was silence in the hall, as if something had happened.

"Huh?" Long Potian put down his wine glass, looked up, and suddenly his face sank.

Long Xiaobai hurriedly turned around and saw a figure he didn't want to see.

"Hahaha! White Dragon Patriarch, celebrate here, why don't you invite me to this family? How can you say that your ancestor was also the Black Dragon Patriarch back then!"

Long Bangtian walked in slowly, followed by a gorgeous woman with a tray in her hand, covered with a black cloth.

"Long Bangtian, are you really here to say goodbye? I'm sorry, the seats are full, and there is no you. Long Potian sat on the chair and said lightly.

In the past, he could be polite on the surface, but after the incident of the Holy Dragon Palace, the green dragon and the black dragon were completely broken.

"It's okay, I'm just here to congratulate the White Dragon Patriarch on becoming the real Patriarch, and by the way, send a congratulatory gift. After Long Potian finished speaking, he glanced behind him.

"Present it. ”

The gorgeous woman stepped forward and stood in front of Long Xiaobai.

"Hah, Black Dragon Patriarch, the congratulatory gift is covered with a black cloth, it can't be the hunt order of the Killer Alliance, right?" Long Xiaobai grinned.

Long Bangtian's eyes narrowed, and he looked at Long Xiaobai and said without emotion: "The head of the White Dragon Clan is very hard, and even the Killer Alliance has brought you closer to the blacklist that you don't accept, you are really powerful." ”

"Hahaha! This is also thanks to you! It's a pity! No one plays with Long Ye anymore. Long Xiaobai laughed.

"It's okay, let's play slowly in the future. Patriarch of the White Dragon, don't you want to see what gift I gave you?"

"Then the Patriarch of the Black Dragon will uncover it and take a look~"

For a while, the two began to fight each other again, which was very similar to the scene in the Holy Dragon Temple.

Long Potian sneered, stretched out his hand and put it on the black cloth, and said while uncovering it: "Actually, it's nothing, it's just a piece of reverse scales left by the previous Black Dragon Patriarch!"

"Brush!" the black cloth was untied, and suddenly a black glow appeared. When the light faded, there was a pitch-black shiny scale on the tray, which was the reverse scale of a black dragon.

Long Potian got up instantly, staring at the reverse scales, he felt a familiar aura, a very familiar aura.

"Xiaobai, be careful. Zhou Xingxing reminded in the space.

"You know, paralyzing, insidious enough. Long Xiaobai scolded in his heart, because he could only feel the faint breath of the holy dragon, and he couldn't feel the breath of intimacy at all.

"Hehe, White Dragon Patriarch, how about this gift? Your ancestor's relics, do you feel very close?"

"Close to you paralyzed!" Long Xiaobai scolded again in his heart, but his face showed appropriate sadness and excitement.

"I felt it, I felt the breath of the ancestor, I really felt it. As he spoke, he reached for the dragon scales with trembling hands.

"It's the big brother, it's really the big brother's reverse scales. Long Potian also came to this approach, looking at the black reverse scales with a sad expression.

"Little star, will there be any accidents?" asked Long Xiaobai as he reached out to the reverse scales.

"How do I know, but one thing is certain, Long Bangtian suspects your identity. ”

"Hey~ He suspects that there is a bird, Long Zu already knows, what are you afraid of?" Long Xiaobai pouted secretly.

"But you will lose the support of the green dragon, and even your deception will make them your enemy! Zhou Xingxing said solemnly.

"Paralyzed! Where did he come from, he still has it after so many years. Long Xiaobai scolded, and his palm gradually approached the reverse scale.

Long Zhantian looked at Long Xiaobai's somewhat nervous appearance, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and he looked coldly at the palm that was a little closer to the reverse scale.

"Slow!" Zhou Xingxing said coldly.

Long Xiaobai hurriedly stopped. "What's wrong?"

"No, didn't you just say where the reverse scales came from? No, that's not right. Long Aotian has no heirs, and his only closest relative is also Long Potian, why is such an important thing as the reverse scale in the hands of Long Bangtian? ”

Zhou Xingxing's eyes flashed with wisdom, touching his white chin, and the core of his brain turned rapidly.

(End of chapter)