Chapter 1350

See, holy Sea Dragon King not from a joy, around the Dragon beads circling more than, issued a joy of dragon chant.

Qin Feng continued to inject vitality into the Dragon bead, and offered a drop of blood essence to pour into it.

This scene can't escape from the eyes of the Dragon King of Shenghai, but it didn't stop. First, it knew that it was not Qin Feng's opponent. Second, it knew that it might be a great opportunity for shenlongzi.

Little by little, Qin Feng injected a great deal of vitality into the Dragon bead, which was already full of vitality. You can see a dark shadow moving slowly, and a slight sound of dragon chanting came from it.

Qin Feng's previous sacrifice of a drop of blood essence has been devoured by the dragon's son in the dragon's bead. It blends with it and has endless vitality. As a result, it has a strong sense of dependence on Qin Feng and gradually establishes a relationship.

In his mind suddenly appeared a fuzzy figure, that is a dragon with three pairs of wings, although still young, but already show extraordinary.

After a while, the vitality of the Dragon filled with beads, and even overflow, Qin Feng immediately stop, in case too much is too late.

The light on the Dragon bead is more and more bright, and the figure in it becomes more and more agile, and the sound of dragon chanting is more and more loud.

Qin Feng stood by and looked at him silently, feeling more and more happy.

The Dragon King of Shenghai is also around. The dragon head is constantly sticking out and staring at the Dragon Tianzhu. It's both surprise and tension.

Soon, cracks appeared on the Dragon beads, and a dragon spirit filled the space. However, the vitality did not leak out and was absorbed by the dragon's sons.

"Roar!"

A slightly tender but still dignified dragon song sounded.

The next moment, a figure breaks through the Dragon beads and rises, which is exactly the same as Qin Feng's mind.

The son of the grey feathered dragon is eighteen feet long, and his whole body is dark purple. The scales between the dragon's head and forehead are pale gold. The dragon's horns are very eye-catching. He has six wings and two dragon tails, one is dark brown, the other is big red.

Its pair of golden longan staring at Qin Feng, full of curiosity and joy, blinked and gave out a Longyin to Qin Feng, but with a hint of coquetry.

Immediately, it quickly shrinks into a three-year-old boy with two sheep horn braids and a touch of golden dots on his forehead. He jumps into Qin Feng's arms, hugs him firmly and acts coquettishly in his arms.

Qin Feng smiles, knowing that the other party has absorbed his own vitality and blood essence, and is extremely dependent on him, even taking him as a father.

He reached out and patted the little boy on the back, then touched each other's head, full of doting.

The son of the grey feather dragon is very young. Obviously he was born not long ago, but he is a first-time holy beast. Therefore, he can be transformed into human form, but he can't speak, but he can learn very quickly.

"The son of cangyu dragon? I'll call you Xiaoyu. " Qin Feng holds the little boy and says, while Xiaoyu is homophonic with Xiaoyu.

The little boy seemed to understand Qin Feng's words, nodded, a pair of watery eyes staring at him, quite lovely.

With a wave of his hand, Qin Feng gathered up the fragments of the dragon's beads, and used the power of Tai Chi to piece them together. Then he refined them into a bead about an inch in size, which was strung together with gold thread and hung on the little boy's neck, making him laugh like a silver bell.