"CC100 express train, passengers are ready to board the train, passengers are ready to board the train."

A conductor wearing a classic uniform suddenly appeared at the ticket gate, but the two guards guarding here seemed not to hear the sound and were still sleeping soundly.

No matter how you look at it, this looks a bit weird, like a scene at a certain death train station.

However, none of them were ordinary people. Su Xiaoqiang looked very excited, Xia Mi still had a cold expression on his face, Fingel looked ready to move, and Lu Mingfei, who was very nervous, was a little confused, but he didn't care too much about this weird scene.

Several people got into the car.

The train carriage was much better than expected, with elegant European style, Victorian-style wall decorations, long oak tables and dark green leather sofas embroidered with gold patterns. It looked quite luxurious, and several people had changed into cards.

Serge's school uniform, Lu Mingfei felt that this uniform was more difficult to control than a suit.

Wearing this school uniform always makes you feel like you have transformed from a commoner to an aristocrat.

Professor Guderian looked at the three students in front of him with satisfaction. His eyes obviously couldn't tolerate Fingel.

Regardless of Fingel's protest, he was sent to another carriage.

After chatting briefly and relaxing the atmosphere, he began to introduce the school to a few people.

Including Kassel's outrageous professionalism.

However, except for Lu Mingfei who was unaware, Su Xiaoqiang and Xia Mi both acted relatively calmly, which made Guderian have to wonder if they had already started their own lineage and had a certain understanding of it.

However, Lu Mingfei let out an exclamation at the right time, which made him feel that he was indeed explaining to the new students.

"Our ultimate goal is..." He paused, cleared his throat, looked at a few people with serious eyes, and spoke word by word.

"Slay the dragon!"

"Slay the dragon?" Su Xiaoqiang and Xia Mi also expressed surprise, but only Lu Mingfei was real. Both of them are actors.

Xia Mi's eyes were even more playful.

A Dragon King is dangling right under your noses.

But soon she became a little solemn, and the vague fluctuations flashed from Lu Mingfei's body, but it was enough for her to feel.

In fact, if she hadn't been greatly improved by practicing the Way of Bloodline and the Great Way of Yin and Yang, she would never have been able to detect this fluctuation.

This guy who looks very bad isn't simple either.

That aura just now, was it the Black King?

She thought about it, her heart tightening.

Then I thought of something and relaxed.

Now, she, Xia Mi, the king of the earth and mountains, the great Jormungandr, has become the favored one of the supreme crown of Shang'an.

What kind of black king is not a black king? There is no fear at all.

Xia Mi, who was hugged to his thigh, no longer paid attention to his former club.

Su Xiaoqiang didn't feel anything. Her strength was still a little worse than Xia Mi's at present.

Perhaps in order to make a few people believe in the existence of dragons, another professor Masashi Toyama from Japan also took out a cylindrical glass bottle filled with formalin. Inside was a pair of membrane wings, which looked quite fantastic.

The divided cubs are very similar to the mythical dragon, but of course they are actually more like lizards.

"This can't be made of rubber, right?" Lu Mingfei still didn't dare to accept the collapse of the three views he had cultivated for more than ten years.

Xia Mi looked at the little baby dragon with great interest.

Unlike some races, the dragon tribe is divided into very serious factions, and they even have the desire to devour each other. Moreover, this little red dragon is not from her earth and mountain family, so she does not feel that her race is being insulted.

Suddenly, the little red dragon that was sleeping in the glass bottle suddenly opened its eyes.

A faint dragon power spread, and the majestic vertical pupils stared out of the glass bottle, showing a bit of fear.

This little red dragon, which was treated as a specimen, sensed the call from its bloodline.

Awakened at this moment!

Masashi Toyama and Professor Guderian were shocked.

Fortunately, this little red dragon was still in its infancy and had been sleeping for hundreds of years. It had no offensive power. In the end, it was unable to break the glass bottle with this special characteristic. It was exhausted and closed its eyes unwillingly.

"Hiss~"

Professor Guderian looked at the three people in front of him and took a deep breath.

"Could it be a bloodline summons?" he guessed.

I scanned the three people in front of me repeatedly. The bloodlines of these three people were all A or above, so the bloodline summoning made sense.

After all, although hybrids are not pure-blooded dragons, it does not mean that their bloodline is inferior.

The S-class bloodline assessed by the secret party is comparable to the bloodline of the next generation. Every S-class that grows up is a page of legend in the history of dragon slaying.
Chapter completed!