"Fuck, what a shameless bastard, whoever made a move, you are the only one who handles the ragged clothes from beginning to end. You are obviously inferior to others, and you have refined a piece of junk, and you still want to say yes What kind of heaven-level spiritual weapon, just a finger from someone else's dragon bag, can compare to you." When the little Wuya heard this, she quit, and the little guy was not polite, and flew up and gave Long Sixuan a kick.
Speaking of which, Long Sixuan was right.
It is true that someone tampered with the tortoise pattern Mingyi, but it was not Long Baobao and others, but Ye Lingyue, who had long been absent from the scene.
The tortoise-pattern Mingyi is a spirit weapon refined by the evil cauldron spirit. Its defense is indeed good, but in its final refining stage, Ye Lingyue's black cauldron destroys the final completion of the Mingyi. , the tortoise pattern was destroyed, which caused Long Sixuan's clothes to rupture halfway, and someone turned him into a roast chicken.
But these things, except for Ye Lingyue and Zitangsu, no one else knows.
After checking, the Sifang City Lord confirmed that the tortoise pattern Mingyi had a problem during the refining process.
"Patriarch Long, this dark garment has been destroyed, but little brother Hei Xiaoling won the final competition. This time he is the number one forging in the world, and he deserves to be the number one." Sifang City Lord regretted.
When the Sifang City Lord made such an announcement, Long Sixuan's face turned pale.
"Three, do you have any other objections?" Sifang City Lord asked Zitangsu and the others, but none of them spoke.
"Since this is the case, the old man will announce that the winner of the world's number one forging this time is Hei Xiaoling, and at the same time, he will be the old man's closed disciple." Sifang City Lord announced on the spot.
"No, the city lord, the three referees, my name is not Hei Xiaoling, Hei Xiaoling is just the name Ye Lingyue sister gave me to protect me. My real name is Long Baobao, and my real identity is Long's The young patriarch of the clan, the old patriarch of Longhuai is my own grandfather. Long Sixuan is not worthy of the current patriarch at all."
After hearing the result, Long Baobao immediately stepped forward, knelt at the feet of Sifang City Lord, and kowtowed three times firmly.
It wasn't until his forehead turned red that he raised his head and clarified with clanging words that Long Sixuan colluded with outsiders, chased and killed him, and imprisoned the old Patriarch Long in detail.
After hearing this, everyone present was shocked.
Long Sixuan was tongue-tied, he just wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, the wound on his body was burning with pain.
"Son, are these words you said true?" Sifang City Lord didn't know the identity of Long Baobao until this time.
He didn't expect that looking at the upright Long Sixuan, he would actually harbor evil intentions. If Long Baobao hadn't become a blockbuster today, he would probably have accepted Long Sixuan as his apprentice.
After hearing this, the three of the three sects, even Yue Mei, who had a prejudice against Long Baobao, couldn't help feeling secretly that the child Long Baobao's heart was broken.
The family changed, and the closest relative was imprisoned, and it was his own uncle who did it.
When he met Long Sixuan in Sifang City, he didn't act impulsively to take revenge.
Instead, he waited until the results of the No. 1 forging in the world came out, and the Sifang City Lord personally opened his mouth to accept him as a disciple before clarifying the truth.
In this way, the Sifang City Lord is his master, and the matter of the Long family is tantamount to the Sifang City Master's affairs. For this talented apprentice, the Sifang City Lord will definitely uphold justice for him.
Long Baobao raced all the way under such strong psychological pressure.
This strength alone will surely become a great weapon in the future.
"City Lord, you must not listen to this kid's nonsense. He is not a child of our Long family." Long Sixuan struggled and got up to argue.
"Long Sixuan, you bastard, how long are you going to argue!"
There was only a violent coughing sound, and an old man was helped in by a man and a woman.
The person who came was old and hunched over, but that face, in the eyes, shot out a majestic look.
It was the old Patriarch Long Huai who had been locked away by Long Sixuan for many days.
Accompanying the old Patriarch Longhuai were Yan Che and Aunt Ma.
It turned out that when Ye Lingyue and others entered Sifang City, Ye Lingyue secretly asked Yan Che to find a way to rescue the old Patriarch Long.
Long Sixuan was not in Cang Country, and the Ghost Sect had already set up an ambush in Cang Country. Taking advantage of the emptiness of the defense, Yan Che led his men to enter the Long House, rescued him as the old Patriarch, and took Long Sixuan by the way. All of Xuan's cronies and minions were killed.
All of this was done in secret, like a thunderbolt, and no one, including Long Baobao, knew about it.
"Grandpa, it's really you! Baobao thought he would never see you again."
Long Baobao rubbed his eyes, and after confirming that the old man in front of him was not a phantom, he pounced on it like a bird leaving its nest.
"Good boy, it's Grandpa. I have wronged you these days. You really did not live up to Grandpa's expectations, and you are proud of our Long family." Long Huai looked at the dragon bag that had matured a lot, and stroked it like dry wood. With a dragon bag face.
At Long's house, he was also completely hopeless, waiting to die every day. Who knew that Yan Che and others would break in suddenly.
When the few of them arrived at Sifang City, they happened to meet Ye Lingyue and Feng Xin. After learning from Ye Lingyue that Long Baobao would definitely win the first forging in the world, the old Patriarch Longhuai couldn't wait Came here.
The grandpa and grandson hugged each other and wept with joy.
When he saw Longhuai, Long Sixuan's face was ashen, his knees trembled, and he fell to the ground.
"Long Sixuan, you bastard who killed your brother and abused your father, how can you be worthy of the ancestors of the Long family?" Long Huai lovingly hugged the dragon bag, and when he raised his head and saw Long Sixuan, his old eyes widened. There was a lot of hatred in it.
"Father, child..." Long Sixuan also knew that his situation was over, and he wanted to beg for mercy, but when he met the hateful eyes of Long Huai and Long Baobao, he felt timid.
Everyone around looked at him with contempt and anger.
No one sympathizes with him, let alone save him, a scum like Long Sixuan is punishable by everyone.
"Cauldron Ling, Master Cauldron Ling, come and save me quickly."
Long Sixuan let out a loud cry, jumped up regardless of his seriously injured body, and shouted around like a madman.
Only the evil cauldron spirit could save him, but where did the evil cauldron spirit go
Long Sixuan yelled crazily, he was naked and foolish, but he didn't get any response.
In the end, Long Sixuan fell to the ground with a bang. He was injured by the Phoenix Fire. The injury was already serious, and coupled with the excessive grief and anger, the wound ruptured and no one came to treat him.
His cries became weaker and weaker until they were completely silent.
His body, rotting and chilling in the freezing air.
From the beginning to the end, neither the old Patriarch Longhuai nor Long Baobao's grandpa and grandson spoke a word.