In an instant, the breath in this space became much more dignified. Ye Qingyang didn't seem to have a vision on the surface, but his heart had already turned upside down. "Damn, you, an eighth-level monster beast powerhouse, came to find me, a little shrimp. I just abused two murlocs. What kind of meddling is a dragon."
Although he thought so in his heart, Ye Qingyang still pretended to be calm, "The Twelve Dragon Guardians? Dragon strong?"
"Well, that's right. I am the Twelve Dragon Guardians. The blue-patterned dragon." Zang Mixiu smiled lightly and couldn't feel any changes in him at all, like a master who despises an opponent who is much worse than himself Same. However, the facts seem to be the same, Ye Qingyang is only at the seventh level of Nascent Soul and the White Dragon Envoy-Zang Mixiu is an eighth-level monster. In other words, it is the level of the emperor. There are six steps between Ye Qingyang and Ye Qingyang.
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