"I wonder how the sixth clan elders are now?"

Long Qingchen first remembered the sixth clan elders and walked towards the ancestral temple. However, a hundred years have passed, and I don’t know if the sixth clan elders are still in the ancestral temple or have returned to the Blood Dragon clan.

More than 200 miles away from the ancestral temple, I took three steps and arrived, as if I could shrink into an inch of the ground.

I saw that in the courtyard of the ancestral temple, an old man with a white hair was sweeping the floor with a broom. He was the old man of the Sixth clan. In just one hundred years, he had grown much older.

Long Qingchen's heart was heavy. You must know that the life span of the Dragon Clan was already very long. In addition, he was a cultivator, and his life span was even longer. One hundred years was nothing. Obviously, the sixth clan elder's cultivation had not recovered and his injuries had not yet healed, so he would have grown up so quickly.

"The sixth clan elder."

He took another step, appeared in front of the sixth clan elder, and bowed.

The sixth clan elder was stunned for a moment, and then a kind smile appeared, "Come out?"

"It's out."

Long Qingchen's voice was low, "I was sorry for you back then."

The sixth clan elder waved his hand slightly and smiled, "At that time, you were controlled by Bingsha. I underestimated the control of Bingsha. I thought it could awaken your thoughts. It was my own result that had nothing to do with you. I have passed away, so I won't mention it anymore. Now, I have become the guardian of the ancestral temple. It's very good to have a leisure time."

Long Qingchen was still in his heart. He knew that the elder of the sixth clan said this just to comfort him. Everyone would feel uncomfortable when he fell from a powerful man in the Dragon King realm to an ordinary old man. "I once said back then that no matter what, you will definitely recast the dragon vein and restore your cultivation. Over the past hundred years, I have searched through the memories of the Nine-North Dragon Emperor and finally figured out a way to recast the dragon vein."

The sixth clan's old eyes lit up, and soon, they covered up their past and continued to sweep the floor. "Of course it's good to recover, it's not a big deal. I like my current life very much. Don't have any pressure or waste too much time on me. Now, what you have to do is to improve your cultivation. I heard that many geniuses of your generation have reached the king level and you are behind. You must know that you were the supreme tribes of all races in the young generation back then."

"My cultivation level will sooner or later catch up. I will help you recover your cultivation level!"

Long Qingchen's eyes were firm, he turned around and left with great strides.

The sixth clan elder raised his head, stared at his figure in a daze and disappeared for a few moments, and then disappeared at the end of the earth.

......

After another five steps, he walked out of the holy land. Long Qingchen thought that his father, Sister Xuan, Long Qinghu and other friends would come here to wait for him to come out, but there was not one of them. This made him feel empty and a little disappointed.

"Maybe, they can't come if they have something to do..."

He shook his head slightly, and could only comfort himself like this.

Step forward toward the Dragon Blood Martial Palace.

Seven steps to arrive.

When I walked into the gate of the Dragon Blood Martial Arts Mansion, I saw that the Dragon Blood Martial Arts Mansion was still in its prime and many disciples came and went.

When he came to the martial arts field, many disciples were practicing, some had 30% or 50% of their experience in martial arts; some had a pair of competitions to conduct actual combat; some practiced boxing alone; some had more than ten teams to compete between teams.

"One short of our team is there. Is that senior brother in the blue shirt or junior brother? Are you here?"

Seeing a young man in green clothes passing by, a beautiful girl waved to him.

"No."

Long Qingchen shook his head slightly and walked towards the residence of the lord.

The Dragon Blood Martial Arts Mansion is still the Dragon Blood Martial Arts Mansion, but there is no one to know.

It was relieved to think about it. In a hundred years, the disciples of the Dragon Blood Martial Arts Mansion had already no idea how many batches they had changed, so of course he didn't know them.

Next to the beautiful girl disciple, a tall girl disciple looked suspiciously at the back of the young man in green, "He looks a little familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere..."

"Our outer courtyard is just a palm-sized place. It's normal to see it if you look up and see it."

"Junior Sister Long Qingyu said she looked familiar when she saw her handsome senior brothers. This has not been once or twice, hahaha."...

The other disciples couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The beautiful girl disciple also covered his mouth and chuckled, "Forget it, one is the next one, it won't have much impact, come on, start!"

The tall girl frowned and thought for a moment. Suddenly, her eyes widened and she exclaimed, "I remembered it, it's him!"

The beautiful girl disciple was startled and said angrily, "As for such a fuss?"

The tall girl disciple continued to exclaim, "He is the young leader of our Qinglong clan a hundred years ago!"

The beautiful girl disciple was helpless, "You know the young leader of the Qinglong clan a hundred years ago?"

"If I were an ordinary young patriarch, of course I wouldn't know him."

The tall girl disciple's beautiful eyes were filled with fiery worship, "But he is Long Qingchen, Long Qingchen! He is also the sage son of our entire dragon clan and the winner of the supreme title of the Ten Thousand Races in the young generation of the Ten Thousand Races continent!"

After hearing what she said, the beautiful girl disciple trembled like a thunder tribulation, and his eyes widened, "Is it him?"

When the beautiful girl disciple looked in the direction where the young man in green clothes left, the young man in green clothes had long disappeared.

The other disciples were even more silent.

Who doesn’t know about Long Qingchen a hundred years ago?

After breaking through the dragon blood road that was covered with eight thousand years, he won the title of Supreme of the Ten Thousand Races, the highest honor of the young generation of the Ten Thousand Races continent, and had a brilliant record.

Also, the fact that the sixth clan's elders were controlled by the military evil forces caused the entire ancient dragon domain to lose their cultivation.

"Yes, it's time for him to come out in a hundred years."

"I heard that he had almost no opponents among the young generation and was hailed as the invincible king. But now, it's different. It took him a hundred years to think about his mistakes behind closed doors and have long been surpassed by the geniuses of his generation. Now he can only be considered average." ...

Then, the disciples came back to their senses from the shock, feeling a little emotional, and felt sorry for Long Qingchen.

Laughing back then, it is hard to meet the opponent of the same generation.

Tonight, mediocre and inaction.

There is a feeling of genius falling, sad.

......

In the ancient small courtyard, under the ancient trees, beside the stone table, the old mansion was drinking tea. When he saw Long Qingchen walking in, his eyes almost glared out, and the teacup fell from his hand. It hit the stone table with a "clang" and broke, and the hot tea flowed all over the table.

"What's the reaction?"

Long Qingchen was helpless, why did the old mansion master look like he saw a ghost?

The old mansion owner rubbed his temples with a headache and murmured to himself, "Yes, it's been a whole hundred years."

Long Qingchen walked over, sat down opposite him, poured a cup on his own, "Has something big happened in the past hundred years?"

The old mansion owner shook his head slightly, "The years are quiet, nothing big happens, the ancient dragon realm is peaceful."

"That's good."

Long Qingchen was not afraid of being hot, so he drank half a cup directly.

I feel relieved when I think about it. What big thing can happen in just a hundred years?

The old mansion owner looked at him with a weird look, "But, there are a few things you need to know."

Long Qingchen didn't say anything, waited for him to say it.

"Your fiancée, Long Jinxuan'er, is almost approaching the Dragon Emperor Realm. Three months ago, I wanted to force you out and confront you once with Dragon Emperor Time."

puff!

The tea that Long Qingchen hadn't swallowed yet was sprayed out directly.

Near the Dragon Emperor Realm?

This cultivation speed is also terrifying!
Chapter completed!