After waiting for about half an hour, Long Kongya finally finished her cultivation.

"Let's go and take me to other places of practice for a walk."

Long Qingchen flew out of the cold pond first.

Long Kongya soared into the air and flew side by side with him, introducing it carefully, "In addition to this cold pool, Gangxing has many good places to practice, such as the Rising Grand Canyon where space storms often occur, and the Zulong Mountain where Space Ancestral Dragon once practiced, and the Fantasy Dragon Stone Arena where the elders and young generations of the entire space dragon clan can participate, etc."

"The Fantasy Dragon Mountain Arena that both the older generation and the younger generation can participate?"

In the three places Long Kongya mentioned, Long Qingchen was a little interested in the last one, "How can the older generation compete with the younger generation? Will the older generation suppress their cultivation, put down their majesty, and compete with the younger generation?"

Long Kongya smiled mysteriously, "You will know when you go."

Long Kongbei also flew over and said to Long Qingchen excitedly, "You have the memory of the Nine-Devil Dragon Emperor and have mastered countless top martial arts. If you perform well, you can also beat Ming Er Long Emperor and Na San Long Emperor!"

Long Kongya glared at him, "Why do you want to beat my parents and not beat your father, the Four Dragon Emperors?"

Long Kongbei laughed, "In the Fantasy Dragon Mountain Arena, I once challenged my father and was beaten up by him once. If Brother Chen could avenge me, that would be great."

Long Kongya shook her head slightly and sighed, "In the Fantasy Dragon Mountain Arena, although everyone has the same cultivation level, it is still difficult for us young generations to defeat the older generations, because the combat experience of the older generations is too rich, and we have mastered too many body skills and martial arts than we do."

After hearing what Long Kongbei and Long Kongya said, Long Qingchen became even more interested, "What are you waiting for? Lead the way."

Long Kongya glanced at Li Feiliu and Xie Meizhuang who were still practicing a few miles away from the Cold Pond, "Don't you bring your two friends?"

"Let them continue to practice here."

Long Qingchen felt that there was no need to wake the two of them up, mainly because they quarreled all the way, which made him a little annoyed...

"All right."

Long Kongya no longer said anything, speeded up and led the way ahead.

Whoosh!......

She flew to the north at a very fast speed.

Long Qingchen and Long Kongbei quickly followed.

After flying for about hundreds of thousands of miles, I saw a spherical stone mountain.

The entire spherical stone mountain is colorful.

On the top of the mountain, a nine-colored dragon bone entrenched, with the dragon's head raised high, showing a roaring gesture toward the sky.

Around the spherical stone mountain, there are small wooden houses built, and many young generations come in and out in an endless stream.

"What kind of dragon is that?"

Long Qingchen stared at the nine-colored dragon bones, a little strange, and could not recognize them.

Long Kongya explained, "That is a kind of dragon that has been extinct in ancient times, a fantasy dragon."

"Phantom Dragon?"

Long Qingchen recalled the memories of the Nine-North Dragon Emperor, and finally remembered, "The Phantom Dragon that controls the illusion?"

Long Kongya said, "Yes, Fantasy Dragon Mountain Arena is actually an illusion. The cultivation of this illusion dragon has reached the peak of the Dragon Emperor realm. Although it has fallen, it still retains a complete illusion. The older generation and the younger generation can enter the illusion and confront each other."

"It's interesting."

Long Qingchen finally understood, no wonder the older generation and the younger generation can have a duel, it turns out that it is in the illusion.

"Let's go, I'll take you to register first."

Long Kongya flew towards the largest wooden house.

Long Qingchen followed.

When I walked into the wooden house, I saw an old man sitting behind the table, flipping through ancient books.

Seeing Long Kongya and Long Kongbei coming in, the old man quickly put down the ancient books and stood up with a smile. It can be seen that Long Kongya and Long Kongbei have a high status in the space dragon clan.

Long Kongya introduced to the old man, "The young man in green clothes is the general saint of the Dragon Clan, Long Qingchen."

The old man looked at Long Qingchen with a little surprise, "It turns out that he is the general saint from the ancient dragon domain. He is ignorant, ignorant!"

"You are welcome."

Long Qingchen responded faintly. For some reason, he had no good feelings for this old man. As an older strong man, he actually praised the young man so much. He had no backbone at first glance. If he was caught by the enemy, he would probably betray the dragon clan immediately...

Long Kongya said, "The Holy Son wants to experience the Fantasy Dragon Mountain Arena, I'll take him to register."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say."

The old man took out a list and quickly wrote down Long Qingchen's name. Then, he took out a key and a colorful stone and handed it to Long Qingchen, and smiled, "I arranged a wooden house No. 8 for the Holy Son, which is very close to Fantasy Dragon Mountain, so I can experience the illusion most realistically."

"Thank you."

Long Qingchen took the key and stone. No. 8, and it was obvious that it was a good number. It was probably not given casually, and it was a bit pleasing.

Long Kongya took out a bag of fairy stones and placed them on the table, "The elder picked up the tea."

"This is not allowed."

The old man quickly laughed and said, but his hands were very honest and put the fairy stone into the space ring.

After leaving the wooden house and walking far away, Long Qingchen couldn't help asking, "The elder of the dignified Space Dragon Clan has a monthly salary of at least one million fairy stones. Why is he so greedy for such a small bag of fairy stones?"

Long Kongya gave him a blank look, "Do you think I gave ordinary fairy stones? They are all top-quality fairy stones, ordinary fairy stones, how can I take them?"

"All right."

Long Qingchen was a little helpless.

When I arrived at the closest wooden house to Fantasy Long Mountain, Long Kongya pointed to a wooden house, "That is the wooden house No. 8. I am in the wooden house No. 6, and Brother Bei is in the wooden house No. 10. You can experience it first. If you don't know anything, you can ask us."

Long Qingchen threw away the colorful stone in his hand, "How to use it?"

Longkong North Road, "It's very simple. If you penetrate the induction, you will naturally enter the illusion."

Long Qingchen stopped asking more, walked towards the No. 8 wooden house, opened the rusty lock on the wooden door with the key, entered the wooden house, and closed the door, and saw that there was only a futon for meditation in the wooden house, and there was nothing else.

There is a butt mark on the futon.

"What a big butt print..."

Long Qingchen sighed, sat cross-legged on the cushion, held the colorful stone with both hands, released the sensing and penetrated the stone.

boom!......

I just felt the sky spinning, and when I saw it, he appeared in a closed space.

He knew that this was just an illusion, not his body came in, but his mind and mind came in.

In the closed space, an old voice sounded, "To be fair and to prevent enemies, all dragons participating in the Fantasy Dragon Mountain fantasy must use code names and must change their faces, breaths, and figures."

"Please write your codename."

In front of Long Qingchen, a pen, ink, paper and inkstone suddenly appeared, floating.

I don’t know where the pen, ink, paper and inkstone came from, but thinking about it, this is an illusion, Long Qingchen felt relieved, took the pen, dipped it ink, and wrote a line of words on the paper: Hypocrite.

"Code name: Hypocrite, whether it is certain, once it is determined, it cannot be changed."

An old voice rang.

Long Qingchen said, "Confirm."

Buzz!......

A mysterious illusion power enveloped Long Qingchen, and the three big words "hypocrite" suddenly appeared on his head, which were always hanging on his head.

Moreover, under the three big characters "hypocrite", there is a "blood bar", with a blood volume of one hundred.

"..." Long Qingchen was speechless, a little doubtful, whether this fantasy dragon had been to Blue Star.

Buzz!......

Suddenly, a mirror appeared in front of him, reflecting his appearance.

An old voice rang, "Please change your face, body and breath."

“How to change?”

Long Qingchen asked.

The old voice said, "This is an illusion. All your thoughts and illusions can be perceived. As long as you imagine in your mind, your appearance will change."

"All right."

Long Qingchen's thoughts slowly turned.

Let's have a hairstyle first?

Sure enough, his mind moved, and his appearance changed in the mirror. His black hair disappeared, replaced by a Shamatt hairstyle, the color was green.

Then, with a thought, he changed his face shape and became clear, referred to as a knife-cut face.

With a thought, you will lengthen your strong body a little longer and become slender.

Finally, with a thought, I changed myself into a ripped denim suit with sneakers under my feet.

"Please change your breath."

An old voice rang.

Long Qingchen thought for a moment and prepared a scent of the flowing air for himself, the bad one.

The old voice said, "The face, body and breath have all changed, meet the requirements, are you sure?"

The image in the illusion is just used for use, Long Qingchen doesn't care, "Confirm."

The old voice sounded, "Everything is ready. Are you entering the fantasy of Fantasy Dragon Mountain now?"

"yes."
Chapter completed!