Dragon Prince Yuan

The giant pillar of light rises above the many disciples of Saint Yuan Peak, illuminating hundreds of miles.

The disciples of the Seven Peaks looked at the light column and were also full of amazement. After all, St. Yuan Peak achieved the first shock of this Source Pool Festival, obviously too much higher than Cang Xuan Peak.

Of course, Cangxuan Peak was once in the advantage from previous circumstances, but when the Zhouyuan took out 10,000 water beasts from the source marrow, Saint Yuan Peak appeared to catch up.

After all, the quality of the source marrow of 10,000 water beasts is too high, and the Saint Yuan Peak adds up to almost 50%, which will undoubtedly be of heavy weight grade, so at the last moment, Saint Yuan Peak surpasses the Pale Xuan Peak and reaches the final first.

But there's no point in saying that, because strictly speaking, the source contribution from Saint Yuan Peak, I'm afraid, is more than 90%, counted as a weekly, premature head.

If it weren't for their presence, St. Yuan Peak would have been eliminated at the first moment of entering the source pool, under the wrath of Sword Ray Peak, let alone wanting to get the first grade of the source pool festival...

At the height of the mountainous disciples sighed over the astonishing achievements of Saint Yuan Peak, Qingyang and others looked at the scene and nodded lightly.

“It is not easy for St. Yuan Peak to achieve such an achievement, and Elder Shen has a lot of credit.” Teacher Qingyang's gaze was not far away but also an exciting look at Elder Shen Taiyuan, laughing.

Shen Taiyuan heard that he hastily went for a gift. He was somewhat ashamed to say: "This is not my credit, but Zhou Yuan's. ”

He is telling the truth, because since the turn of the week into Saint Yuan Peak, although he has given his best efforts to cultivate resources, the week has been able to reach this point, more on its own.

Even some source technology instruction, Zhou Yuan rarely came to teach him. Sometimes Shen Taiyuan wanted to fulfill his teaching responsibilities, it was bitterness and lack of opportunity.

Teacher Qingyang nodded and said with some comfort: “I still felt that with his gift, it would be a little wasteful to invest in the Holy Source Summit. I didn't expect it to eventually fit so well. ”

Shen Taiyuan also nodded with empathy. After all, Zhou Yuan was the number one choice for the mountain ceremony. With his talent, even if he entered the other six peaks, he could gain some attention, but no one thought that he would eventually choose Saint Yuan Peak.

“In another month, the new disciples this year will also pass the selection of the mountain festival, at which time St. Yuan Peak will achieve such an impressive result, and I am sure that many new disciples will be absorbed by then.” There is some enthusiasm in Shen Tai Yuan's heart. Now that the Saint Yuan Peak Mountain Gate is reopened, it is necessary for such advertisements to expand their reputation and allow those new disciples to invest in Saint Yuan Peak and become fresh blood so that they can continue to grow.

It is, arguably, too late for the Zhou Yuan to help them attain this Source Pool Festival number one at St. Yuan Peak.

Teacher Qingyang looked at the mountainous disciple, and the loud voice sounded again: “Ranking is now available, the sword peak enjoys four dragons baptism, the son, the chief, six dragons baptism. ”

“Spiritual Peak, Xuelian Peak, Hung Cliff Peak, Ray Jail Peak… When you enjoy Six Dragons Baptism, its Son and Chief, you can enjoy Eight Dragons Baptism. ”

“Cang Xuan Peak ranks second, disciples can enjoy Seven Dragons Baptism, and their sons, chief, can enjoy Eight Dragons Baptism. ”

Whenever the voice of the Qingyang Palace Teacher falls, apart from the Sword Lai Peak, the disciples of other peaks are bursting with deafening cheers. For most of the disciples of each peak, Six Dragons Baptism can be considered high, even some of the top purple belt disciples need some luck ingredients to be enjoyed occasionally.

And as for the Baptism of the Seven Dragons, even the chief is not always available, which is generally the standard for the Sons of the Peaks.

There are only a handful of the ten greatest sons of the Xuanzheng Zong who are able to live the Baptism of the Eight Dragons today, so this time, when the Sons of the People know that they can enjoy the Baptism of the Eight Dragons, they are also somewhat satisfied.

They know that the Baptism of the Eight Dragons this time should be due to the fact that they all got some 10,000 water beasts.

“Saint Yuan Peak ranks first, disciples enjoy the Seven Dragons Baptism...”

The origin ranking of Saint Gen Peak is only slightly above Cang Xuan Peak, so the disciples of Cang Xuan Peak are the same in the source marrow baptism, and did not exceed.

However, none of the disciples of Saint Yuan Peak showed disappointment. Instead, ecstatic cheers were ecstatic. Even Zhou Tai, Lu Yan and other top purple belt disciples were unbearably excited.

Because they have not yet been baptized by Dragon Seven.

“Chief! ”

“Brawl! ”

In excitement, all the disciples of Saint Yuan Peak shouted out loud, and the atmosphere was fanatical, because they knew very well who they came from this time of Seven Dragons baptism.

The disciples of the other peaks are also some envy. After all, the Baptism of the Seven Dragons, even for them, is some unexpected.

Teacher Qingyang smiled, his eyes finally stayed on Zhou Yuan, the loud voice said: “Zhou Yuan, you are the chief of Holy Source Peak, you have great merit in hunting ten thousand beasts neutral, get the largest part of the source marrow, according to judgment, this Source Pool Festival, you can enjoy..."

“Kowloon Baptism! ”

When those last four words fell, the entire heavens and the earth were bursting with tremendous noise, and countless glances looked hot at the shape of the circumference, filled with desire and covetousness.

Even some of the sons are overwhelmed with envy.

Kowloon Baptism!

That was the highest point of the Source Marrow Baptism, not to mention the fact that none of the sons of this generation has been reached yet, not even in the last hundred years.

Nobody thought that the first person to reach Kowloon Baptism in 100 years was not a son, but just a chief...

And the head of Saint Yuan Peak!

In the eyes of all, Zhou Yuan was also slightly fluctuating in the tide of his heart. Although he had predicted before that, when Qingyang professor announced the moment, he still had some difficulty in completely calming down.

He had already enjoyed the Baptism of the Eight Dragons when he first entered St. Yuan Peak, so it was clear that the effect of the Baptism of the Source Marrow would undoubtedly be greatly further if he could enjoy the Baptism of the Nine Dragons this time.

His strength, more than a year after coming to the Xuanzheng sect, is constantly refining.

And his distance from the Great Wu King was gradually getting closer.

Zhou Yuan took a deep breath, he raised his head and looked in a very distant direction, which was the location of a vast continent, and he knew that there, his father was pouring the power of the country, under immense pressure to confront the powerful Wu dynasty and buy him time.

“Father... wait for me, when I go back to the big week, I will fulfill my promise. Whatever Wu has taken from us this week, I will, again, take it back! ”

Zhou Yuan's palms slowly gripped and his eyes persevered.

At the highest point, when Qingyang's announcement completely fell, his sleeve robe swung, suddenly infinite power came down, all disciples disappeared at this moment, when they reappeared, found themselves on the huge baptistery over the source pool.

The more pyramid-like the baptistery is, the higher the baptist is.

Zhou Yuan, the disc sits at the top, his eyes look down, and he can't see the endless figure.

Boom!

Source gas between heaven and earth, at which time the fierce boil.

There is endless subtlety, descending from the sky, the heavens and the earth are hazy, and in it, a dragon bark comes out if nothing...

Zhou Yuan looked up at the sky, and there was a dragon shadow descending from the sky, bringing pure pounding power.

His eyes gradually closed and began to enjoy the first example of Kowloon Baptism in the centuries...