Feng Chuge stood in the same place, watching Jinlong so abnormal, surprised and picky.

She raised her eyes and looked at the golden light not far away. After a while, she raised her lips and smiled.

What is she? It turns out that it is the imperial dust...

In the past few days, the imperial concubine has been practicing together with Chi Wanqun. The blood of the dragon that sees the emperor of Chi Wanqun is especially pure, and he refuses to ruin this good seedling, so he taught him all his life.

Just in the moment, the emperor is still practicing with Chi Wanqun, but he may not be aware of the strangeness of the Fengchu song.

He was furious and jumped up and came here.

In the middle of the air, he saw a golden dragon out, knowing that things were a little bad, so he also released the golden dragon in his body, to fight against the one there.

Facts have proved that Chi Wanqun’s remarks on the day are correct.

The golden dragon derived from the pure dragon's blood is a natural king. Any Jinlong, if it encounters it, will unconsciously surrender.

At this moment, the one of Chi Yanfeng is.

The blood of the imperial dust has completely awakened, and the golden dragon in the body has undoubtedly become the most powerful of all the golden dragons.

After perceiving the momentum of the golden dragon in the imperial dust, the one of Chi Yanfeng chose to surrender.

Chi Yanfeng was anxious in the same place, but Xiao Jinlong still did not listen to his command.

He still wanted to say something more, but he heard a chuckle from afar, turned his head and looked around, only to see mid-air, a black robe man standing on a bigger golden dragon.

"Do you want to move my maiden?" In the middle of the air, the black robe men's hands are around the chest, and the purple shackles are full of coldness.

The face of the genius of the wind, without a little temperature, the whole person squats, cold and solemn.

"You are the imperial dust?" Looking at the black robe male, Chi Yanfeng slammed and shrank, asked.

The imperial dust did not respond, but just looked at the golden dragon lying on the ground, and the thin lips were cold. "Look, you are not qualified to move people around me."

Chi Yanfeng did not know the blood of the imperial dust, he just looked at his golden dragon, his look was cold. "Little Golden Dragon, get up! Go! Kill him! Killing his dragon, I have a lot of rewards!"

However, the little golden dragon squatting on the ground just flashed a flash of his face, and his body shook a few times, and then he did not dare to move.

"Are you sure this is your golden dragon?" Feng Chuge looked at the interaction of this dragon, and his eyes showed a bit of ridicule, and he could not help but fall into the red wind. "It seems that some people's blood of the dragon is just like this."

The red temperament was almost passed back. "Golden Dragon, go! Kill him!"

However, Jinlong never dared to take care of him.

Joke, this time the King of the Golden Dragon is here, where does it dare to move?

"Sure enough, but it is." The emperor stood in the air, watching the golden dragon tremble and fear, and shook his head and sneered.

Chi Yanfeng was not reconciled to the fact that he was looked down upon by the Emperor and Feng Chu, and he was cold. "I won't lose to you. If this time, I have been hurting Jinlong in the outside, my Golden Dragon will be able to defeat you!"

"Is it?" The imperial dust smashed through the bottom of the dust, and his face turned cold, and the atmosphere of the whole body suddenly became cold and unparalleled.

Only a moment of effort, like the temperature in the air has been reduced by a few dozen degrees.

The wind creaked.

The airflow, like a knife, is placed on the human skin, making people feel the shade from the bones.

In the next moment, I only heard the sound of the imperial voice of the emperor...

"Now, follow my orders..."