Chapter: 1796

"It's my bad luck, get out!"

Ning Qi directly threw the Qiankun ring filled with 10,000 catties of dragon feces to Liu Dongdong, and then waved his hand impatiently.

"Thank you senior!"

Liu Dongdong wanted to thank him again and again, but was stared at by Ning Qi, and quickly turned and fled with Mu Mu and others.

"Unexpectedly, we finally got 10,000 catties of dragon shit..."

After seeing Ning Qi's figure, Mu Mu couldn't help but said in fear.

"It's a pity for Junior Brother Zhang Qing."

Liu Dongdong sighed.

Zhang Qing was the unlucky ghost who was beaten into a blood mist by Ziyun Gulong before.

"It's okay, I can save Senior Sister Qing Chan, and Junior Brother Zhang Qing will die in peace."

Mu Mudao.

"Yes, the top priority, let's go back to the sect and exchange the green dragon grass. If that guy Lu Zhang gets the green dragon grass first, I'm afraid he will produce some moths again!"

A Red Deer Sect disciple said in a deep voice.

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After Liu Dongdong and others left, Ning Qi shot directly into the distance. Not long after, Ziyunmo came to the place where the battle was just now. The smell of blood is full, most of which are the smell of Ziyun ancient dragon. At the same time , several figures came through the air.

"Everyone, this is it, I can feel his breath."

Xie Hengliang smiled lightly, and then, his eyes scanned around, seeing that there was no trace of Ning Qi, he frowned and looked at Ziyunmo.

"The leader of the Korean War."

When Ziyunmo saw the person coming, he quickly saluted.

Ziyun Hanzhan is one of the nine leaders of the Ziyun Ancient Dragon Clan' Fierce Battle Hall, an eighth-level boss-level giant dragon, only half a step away from breaking through to the ninth level!

When he transformed into a human form, he was three feet tall, like a giant, with purple hair hanging on his shoulders, in a wild, fierce manner.

Ziyun Han Zhan glanced at Ziyunmo indifferently, nodded, and said, "I heard that someone sold you a dragon blood fruit?"

"indeed."

Ziyun said.

The next moment, Ziyun Hanzhan appeared in front of Ziyunmo, and stretched out his hand to hold his head. After a while, Ziyun Hanzhan showed surprise on his face: "Your blood is thicker by 20%! It's really a dragon blood fruit!" ?”

"It's true!"

Zi Yunmo glanced at Xie Hengliang, then nodded.

"Mr. Ziyun Mo, as I said below, besides dragon blood fruit, there are seven or eight kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures that can increase the concentration of dragon blood."

Xie Hengliang smiled lightly.

"The others have already left, so you don't have to be afraid that the head of your shopkeeper will be cut off and used as a chair, so you don't need to deny the existence of dragon blood fruit. The shape is exactly the same as the one in the ancient records, and the effect is the same. It is not dragon blood fruit. What else can it be!"