The Dragon Race's ancestor received the belt with a complicated expression. After feeling it for a while, he sighed and asked, "Do you know why there are so many of us old fellows, but I am the only one to appear?"
Without waiting for Yang Chen to reply, the ancestor gave the answer, "Actually, it is because of this belt." Seeing the confused expressions of Ao Lan and Ao Lie, the ancestor explained, "The aura of this belt is very special. You guys can't feel it, but us old fellows can."
"We originally thought that you would not take it out." After explaining to Ao Lan and Ao Lie, the ancestor turned to Yang Chen and said in a slightly vicissitude tone: "If you don't say anything, you will still be a friend of Ao Lan and Ao Lie, a friend of the Long brothers, and a friend of this old man, but you will not become a friend of the entire Dragon clan."
Ao Bing's belt made of Dragon Tendon was probably a sore point for the Dragon Race. Furthermore, Nezha had used some unknown method to make Ao Bing's aura very special. Even through the Merit Ring, experts could sense it. Perhaps Nezha had provoked Ao Bing because he was angry when he was young? Xiao Chen did not know about these old matters. In any case, most of the Dragon Race seniors here had sensed the aura of the Dragon Tendon Belt, but only one had appeared.
Yang Chen had already sensed that when the ancestor of the Dragon Race obtained the Dragon Tendon Belt, dozens of figures appeared in the surroundings. All of them were in human form. Clearly, the Dragon Race had given Yang Chen enough face this time. At the same time, everyone's appearance meant that the members of the Dragon Race had basically acknowledged Yang Chen as a friend.
It was undeniable that the Dragon Race was indeed a powerful race. Even though they were few in number, any one of these experts could kill Lin Zhengyuan in an instant. Even Ao Lan and Ao Lie had such strength. Compared to the Dragon Race, the cultivation aptitude and speed of humans were much slower.
"What else did your friend say?" An extremely beautiful woman who had just appeared walked leisurely to the side of the ancestor of the Dragon Race. She very naturally took the Dragon Tendon Belt from his hands and stroked it a few times before asking Yang Chen.
"Yes, although I really want to say that he's very sorry. Back then, he was young and didn't know any better. Both sides are at fault." Yang Chen pondered for a moment, organized his words, and shook his head. "But considering his personality, I can only apologize that he didn't say much."
"Indeed, it's only natural that he didn't say anything." The beautiful woman smiled and said, "If he said what you just wanted to say, I'm afraid he wouldn't be him."
"What are you talking about? Great-grandmother! " Ao Lie obviously didn't understand the content of the conversation between Yang Chen and the woman. Of course, the most important thing was that he didn't understand the identity of Yang Chen's friend, so he asked in confusion.
Basically, aside from Ao Lan and the few fellows from the Long Clan who ascended with Ao Lie, Ao Lie had to address any other member of the Dragon Race as great-grandfather or great-grandmother. It couldn't be helped. The difference in age and seniority made it impossible for Ao Lie not to address him.
"This is a belt refined from Ao Bing's dragon tendons." The beautiful great-grandmother looked at Ao Lie benevolently and answered with a smile, "After Yang Chen's friend killed him, he extracted his dragon tendons and refined it. Do you understand now?"
"Ao Bing? That sounds familiar. Where have I heard it before? " Ao Lie was as heartless as ever. He started muttering, "Someone must have killed our Dragon Race's senior and extracted his tendons to refine Dharma treasures. This fellow is actually still alive?"
Clearly, Ao Lie's concern was not right. Or rather, if one didn't know, Ao Lie's concern might be the concern of the normal Dragon Race.
"Ao Bing?" Lin Zhengyuan was also mulling over this name. Suddenly, he seemed to recall something and shouted in surprise, "Nezha? That friend of yours is Nezha? "
The moment he said that, all the experts of the Dragon Race focused their electric gazes on Lin Zhengyuan. Immediately, Lin Zhengyuan's voice was suppressed in his throat, unable to make any sound. At this time, Lin Zhengyuan realized that mentioning Nezha in front of the Dragon Race was indeed courting death.
Didn't they see that even Yang Chen didn't take the initiative to mention Nezha's name? Those experts of the Dragon Race didn't even mention it. Lin Zhengyuan really wanted to slap himself in the face. How could he be so stupid? Nezha was a taboo in the Dragon Race. Even their own people didn't mention it.
"Nezha? Haha, I remember! " Ao Lie was indeed different. Not only did he mention the name openly, but he also laughed. It was impossible to tell that he was mentioning the mortal enemy of the Dragon Race at all. "What a powerful guy. It is said that he killed several experts of the ancestral generation. Hahaha."
The group of experts of the Dragon Race looked at Ao Lie helplessly. They had no choice. This guy was the youngest junior in the Dragon Race. He was like a child. No one could ask him to do anything. Should they kill him just because he mentioned Nezha once?
"Don't look at me like that!" Ao Lie was very dissatisfied, especially when he was stared at by a group of great-grandfathers and great-grandmothers. The degree of his favor in the Dragon Race was obviously beyond Yang Chen and Lin Zhengyuan's imagination. This was because he dared to directly mention many taboo topics. "Didn't he just kill a few elders? Ao Bing? What's wrong with that? Yang Chen also killed Ao Sen. I don't see anyone treating him as an enemy! "
The group of Dragon Race was stunned. They seemed to have never thought about this problem. Thinking about it, Yang Chen also killed a member of the Dragon Clan, and it was in front of a group of Dragon Clan members. Similarly, the body of the Dragon Clan member was used to refine a magic weapon, but everyone regarded Yang Chen as a friend. Nezha only killed a member of the Dragon Race, but everyone treated him as an enemy. It was the kind that couldn't be resolved for many years.
"It's not the same!" The beautiful great-grandmother who came out later was stunned. She shook her head and said. But then she sighed and nodded. "Actually, it's the same. What's the difference?"
Yang Chen understood what this great-grandmother meant. Yang Chen only killed Ao Sen to protect himself. Nezha was in the same situation back then. If Ao Bing wanted to kill Nezha, would Nezha stretch out his neck and let him kill him? The only difference was that Nezha's cultivation and reputation were much higher. He was not the kind that these ancestors of the Dragon Race could handle.
According to Yang Chen's guess, these elders of the Dragon Race actually had such thoughts. I'm stronger than you, so I can forgive you and accept you. However, if you're too powerful, you'll have to fight tit-for-tat.
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