"Then I would like to invite Prince Long to present a gift!"

As soon as the words came to an end, the beasts were also curious about the birthday gift of Long Crown Lord.

Ling Shaotian was also curious that he could still show how to achieve the booming birthday gift if he failed to get the longevity fruit.

"My birthday ceremony is a dish," said Long Chujun.

Whispering sounds,

“What dish?”

"Didn't you just now?"

"My dish is beyond thousands of dishes, because it is made by me." Long Chujun expressed its uniqueness.

Moreover, if you carefully, you will find that Qiancai in front of Long Aotian has basically not moved much. It is unknown whether she can't lift the chopsticks or can't move her mouth.

"It's Qingming Mi Dew!"

As the words fell,

The mist shrouded in this dish dissipated, and a blue light rose into the sky, and during this period, it spread out with a sweet smell, giving the beast a feeling of being in Mitilin.

Isn’t this just picking the soup? Ling Shaotian complained.

Looking at the dish, Long Aotian also took a spoonful and tasted it with a little interest.

"It's soft and moderate, melts in your mouth, smells sweet, and doesn't taste very sweet, good!" Long Aotian commented like a textbook. As he spoke, the indifference on his face seemed to melt, which was obviously what Long Chujun wanted to hold it.

The last value displayed by the pattern array is,

one hundred!!!

It's thirty-nine points away from the Divine Tiger Clan.

The old saying goes well, there is no harm without comparison, let alone such a strong contrast. This kind of damage is enough to make the Divine Tiger Clan and the Divine Eagle Clan feel ashamed.

Ling Shaotian also felt a little pressure on this score.

Long Chengyun looked calm, as if he had absolute confidence in the birthday gift he was about to offer.

Long Crown's high score attracted many beast tribes to follow suit and offer food from various races to please Long Aotian, but the results were not as good as the beast's wishes, let alone the high scores of more than one hundred.

At this moment, Long Cheng moved.

"Next, we will invite our eldest prince of Longfeng Tian, ​​the great saint of Longyun, and the dragon Chengyun to present a gift!" The retainer of the presidency incited the atmosphere and said.

As soon as the sound fell, his eyes fell on him like a focus light.

"My gift is this thousand-year life-extending fruit!"

"What!" Long Crown Jun said in surprise.

Ling Shaotian also frowned at this birthday gift. Isn’t this Long Crown Lord’s original birthday gift? How did it fall into Long Chengyun’s hands? Could it be that Long Chengyun leaked the news that Long Crown Lord went to the Shenmu Realm, which caused the murder disaster?

"Well, it's the thousand-year-old life-extension fruit!" Long Aotian nodded.

As the name suggests, it can prolong life. Because the effect is against the will of heaven, each person and each beast can only take one in their lifetime, but it can only act on healthy people, those who are seriously ill or

A person who is seriously injured and about to die will have no effect even if he takes it.

And the final score of Long Chengyun was 108!

A rumor started!

Long Chujun said nothing about this score, but his clenched fists represented his anger, and his hatred for Long Chengyun took another step.

He was such a complete thief. Ling Shaotian said in his heart that he wanted to make friends with this Long Chengyun, but his performance seemed not worthy of his friendship.

So sorry, he must win this time!

Half an hour passed, only the human race was left without offering gifts, and the top three scores are currently as follows.

First, Dragon Chengyun, one hundred and eight points,

Second, Long Crown Lord, one hundred points,

Third, the Phoenix Clan, 80.

At this time, all races cast contemptuous eyes on the places where the human race is located, including the Divine Eagle Clan and the Divine Tiger Clan, as if saying that they were in the bottom of the house to cleanse up the humiliation.

Long Chujun cast hopeful eyes on him.

"Is that person's junior?" Long Aotian glanced at him and said.

At the same time, he was also curious about what kind of birthday gift they could give.

The human race belongs to Ling Shaotian, and whether it is honor or disgrace is all in Ling Shaotian's hands.
Chapter completed!