Mixed Miners

Yang Ling couldn't help but turn a blind eye. "Dao Chang, this kind of words will be said later. This town is indeed a dragon **** Shengjun cast with great power, but now the inheritance of the above has been obtained by me, you can not find anything. To..."

"Impossible, you are going to shirk, if you don't let us go up and search, then continue to fight!" The brave man raised the harpoon with anger. X

"Okay, then I will let you see the inheritance of the Holy King!" When Yang Ling spoke, the statue of Yuanshen came out from the sea of ​​Yangling, a bronze armor, with a blue dragon gun behind and a group of guys. .

"呜~~" The behemoth underneath suddenly burst into the air and made a terrified tweet.

"Saint... Holy King...~"

Ten strong Xuanjing strong stunned as if they were thundered, watching Yang Ling’s statue of Yuanshen could not speak for a long time.

"呛~" The statue of Yuanshen stretched out and pulled out the dragon gun behind him. A horrible breath that could not be suppressed was released. A dragon circling over the gun body, a group of stars tumbling around the gun body, like countless worlds. In it, it continues to annihilate.

"When 啷~" The harpoon in the hand of the brawny with the harpoon fell to the back of the behemoth, and made a sound of a stone-splitting sound. He still bounced a few times, then slammed and slammed his face, and his face was excited: " Saint, we finally found you!"

"The Holy King..."

With the sound of plopping, the remaining nine Xuanjing strong people fell to the ground, one by one cried, even a guy with a nose and tears crying, "Sacred King, you have to give us the master, When you left us in the mysterious world, we had a bitter wow! We will not say that we are bullied by the nine holy palaces, even those monkeys are bullying us..."

"Ploping through the fire~" Hundreds of ragged physical tyrants smashed in the broken void. Many of the direct crying anger was out of breath, and the millions of miles of sorrows suddenly mourned, and they smelled sad. Seeing tears.

"St. Jun, you have to be the master of us wow~"

Yang Ling: ...

A group of monsters: ...

Is this especially the strongest of the realm of the realm? It’s just... it’s too shameful. In the end, what is the point of being bullied?

After a group of people cried for a long time, I felt that the grievances and grievances of these people were almost the same. Yang Ling cleared the scorpion and said, "Do you believe that I am a sage?"

"Believe it!" Ten strong-minded people like the head worm.

The old Taoist who wears a hundred coats seems to be the head of this group of people. He looks at Yang Ling with eager face. "Since you are the descendant of the Dragon King, that is, the patriarch of my dragon, you have to take care of us. Protect us from bullying!"

"..."

Yang Ling’s face squatted down. Taking care of you to protect you is a few meanings. Is this the rhythm of coming to eat big?

However, it seems that suddenly a group of people from the Taoist world, Yang Ling really did not refuse the courage.

At the moment, chaos is near, and any force is precious to him. What's more, a group of sudden dead skins rely on their own dragons, and they have no need to refuse. Moreover, these people seem to have more combat power than the dragons on the holy mountain. The monsters are even stronger. This is a good thing to sleep on a pillow. As for protecting them from bullying... Yang Ling feels that this matter is not considered for the time being. After all, it is not the nine holy palaces that are bullying them. The master of the realm of the realm, or the same life in the mysterious world, which will be mixed so miserable!

"Well, let's get up, everyone outside is going to be in harmony with each other!" Yang Ling waved his hand, and the old Taoist priest took the lead and climbed up and nodded. Finally, he looked quite awkward and said: "The patriarch, can you first? Let the young master... oh, let the lady let go, let her put on the clothes first?"

Yang Ling was only awakened at this moment, still holding a little girl in her arms, one hand covering her mouth, the other touching her chest, suddenly her face was red, and she quickly released her hand, but when he let go, his face shook Do not ask: "Old Taoist, who is your lady?"

"Oh, patriarch, she is of course your lady!" The old Taoist smiled.

Lying in the trough! Yang Ling’s eyes almost slammed into the ground, and his face was twisted into twists. “You...you talk nonsense, I touched her! You don’t want to plant the scorpion.”

Next to the brawny man with a harpoon, he smiled and squinted and said: "The patriarch, the faint lord is the last woman in Longgu with a pure dragon's blood. The status is noble. Only the patriarch, your identity and status can marry her. This is not only the ancient rules passed down by the Longyi people, but also the necessary means to ensure the inheritance of the blood of the Longyi people. It is difficult for me and other strong people."

"Yeah yeah, this is God's will, God is so, can't be shirked!" The other guys were also full of faces.

"The patriarch is now bringing his wife to the round house. Once the birth of the blood, it will be the best dragon. In the future, we will lead our dragons to prosperity and re-emergence!"

"..."

Yang Ling almost cried, and the hand rolled out a set of skirts that were ready to be sent to Xiaoqing. After shaking off, she quickly draped over the girl. This carefully looked at the little girl, her hair was messy, her skin was white, but like a long-term Like malnutrition, the body is very thin, and the development is not perfect. Mimi is not ass, and the facial features are still long-sighted, but the most important thing is that she looks like a 12-year-old.

"What the **** is it?" Yang Ling couldn't help but mourn at the bottom of my heart~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At this time, the little girl wrapped her clothes and looked quite shy. She looked down at Yang Ling from time to time. Then he quickly buried his head and his eyes were full of curiosity.

"Let's go, let me go to the holy mountain first, I have to know something about it!"

Yang Ling has some powerless pendulums. A group of big monsters can't fight this one. Some of them are also lacking in interest. After a few roars, they are humanoid. More than one hundred monsters in the territory are rushing into the town. Among the auras of light, all of them disappeared into the mountains and mountains that shrugged into the clouds.

I accidentally became a patriarch, and accidentally received a group of strong people in the realm of Xuanjing.

However, Yang Ling was not happy, because he accidentally married a wife, not only small, but also the kind of resignation, not awkward, he wants to die.

A group of big monsters had no interest in Yangling’s meeting of the Longyi mass meeting. They each returned to their own Dongfu, and Yangling directly occupied the other hospitals. Rw