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"You guys say, I wipe my shoes with my sleeves first. Will Lan Zun not hold a grudge against me?" Du Pan asked with his eyes blankly.

Several other members of the White Dragon Divine Sect with bruised noses and swollen faces didn't know how to answer.

Don't lie to yourself.

Don't you know how smelly your feet are?

The three sect masters, we are all dead.

"You slapped well and achieved the effect I expected. I forgive you for scolding and insulting me before." Zhu Minglang said to Dupan.

Dupan probably felt as if he was so happy.

But he glanced at Zhu Minglang's Fengyue Bailong, and then at the more powerful Xuanlong.

A little light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He knelt down quickly, kowtowed to Zhu Minglang and said, "It's because I have eyes but don't know Mount Tai, I have eyes but don't know Mount Tai. Young Master, you will be very compassionate..."

"I said I forgive you, you can leave now." Zhu Minglang said.

"Koranzun won't let me go!" Dupan said.

"You are not stupid." Zhu Minglang smiled instead.

"Young Master, Du Pan doesn't want to die yet, and he doesn't want to involve the Shenzong because of this. You are very kind to help me. I can work hard for you, as long as you help me through this disaster." Du Pan begged bitterly.

"Your talent for repetition of Hengtou is probably born. Unfortunately, although I am kind-hearted, I have never been compassionate to the enemy. I should take care of myself. If I can survive the revenge of the narrow-minded Lan Zun, I will be a low-key person in the next life." Zhu Minglang said to Dupan.

"Shaoshou, I have something you are interested in, it has something to do with your white dragon!" Du Pan hurriedly shouted when he saw Zhu Minglang leaving.

"Tell me," Zhu Minglang stopped.

"The young man is also a dragon shepherd. After just now, he can truly feel that your white dragon blood is pure and powerful..."

"Say the point!"

"You all retreat." Dupan ordered his subordinates behind him.

After the people of the White Dragon God Sect retreated, Du Pan said flatteringly, "For many years, our White Dragon God Sect has raised spirits in this waning moon."

Raise the spirit.

It was the Dragon Shepherd. The spirit-picking man found a spiritual root in a hidden place, but did not pick it away immediately. Instead, he slowly waited for it to mature and even carried out some artificial care to make it grow more perfect.

Raising spirits is risky because they cannot be transplanted and are easily taken away. Excessive protection can easily expose the location of the spiritual root, and at the same time, it also makes the spiritual root lose its natural spiritual charm.

However, the harvest of spiritual cultivation is quite considerable. After all, the spiritual roots and divine species that are old and fully mature are very high-quality breakthroughs in cultivation.

"I think your white dragon has a cultivation level that is stuck at the top of the god general. The accumulation of spiritual energy is actually solid enough. It is just that you lack a divine root spirit seed that meets the attributes of the white dragon to help it advance." Dupan said.

Zhu Minglang nodded, there was no need to hide such a thing.
Chapter completed!