The strongest group won the first place, and abused the direct descendants of the Long family who bullied him one by one.
Although very cool.
But Long Ziyang felt that it was not exciting enough, not enjoyable enough!
simply say.
There is no one who can fight!
At this time, Long Zixuan, the strongest direct descendant of the Long family, appeared and said that if you haven't played enough, you can declare war on me.
Facing the big cousin in the family, he is in the sky, and he is on the ground, even a weak ant.
But now he finds that it is nothing more than that, at most he has higher aptitude and stronger cultivation than himself.
That being the case, why be afraid of a fight!
Long Ziyang stood outside the martial arts arena, pointing with one hand, the camera followed hundreds of meters and landed on Long Zixuan, saying: "Long Zixuan, come on stage and fight!"
That voice, that demeanor.
So proud!
Under the watchful eyes of the Long family, declaring war on the strongest direct line made his blood boil and felt very exciting.
Seeing his son so domineering, Long Potian was not only gratified but also proud!
"brush!"
Long Zixuan stepped on the intricate Longyou steps, dragged the afterimage to stop on the martial arts arena, and said: "After running away from home and returning, not only has his cultivation improved, but he has also become very arrogant."
"It's okay." Long Ziyang said.
When I was cooking, I was bullied casually by you, so I had to learn from a teacher.
Now that I am stronger, if I don't come to show off my might, am I worthy of the various experiences I have experienced in the Iron-Bone Sect
"Brother Long, come on!"
Liu Wanshi also knew that Long Zixuan was a strong enemy, so she waved and shouted.
Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji and others also gave the younger brother encouraging looks.
This kind of eighth-rank martial artist with holy qualifications is also a formidable opponent for them, and it will be the greatest test for the juniors to fight against them.
Jun Changxiao sat firmly on the chair, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
With the attention of the head of the sect and the encouragement of his peers, Long Ziyang's eyes flashed with a strong fighting spirit.
"can we start?"
"bring it on."
"call!"
Long Zixuan appeared in front of Long Ziyang at an extremely fast speed, stepping on the Longyou step, and directly blasted towards Long Ziyang with his fist carrying the sound of the dragon's chant.
As expected of being the strongest descendant of the Long Family, the Dragon Yin Fist he uses is much stronger than Longzishan in terms of speed and strength!
boom!
There was an explosion, and the air waves flew around!
thump! thump! thump!
Long Ziyang stepped back six or seven steps before stabilizing his body, his eyes were unprecedentedly serious.
Long Zixuan's speed is too fast, although he can catch it, but it is difficult to dodge it, he can only use his body to resist!
Fortunately, after all kinds of physical training, after receiving a punch, it is not a serious problem to just retreat.
What's more, he was still wearing soft silk armor!
The elders of the Long family were dumbfounded.
Some of them were only third or fifth rank Wu Zong, and it was extremely strenuous to receive a punch from Long Zixuan.
That kid not only caught it, but also looked like a normal person, isn't this physical body too strong
"brush!"
Long Zixuan rushed over again and unleashed the Dragon Chanting Fist. The shadow of the fist and the sound of the Dragon Chanting filled the arena.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Long Ziyang's strength was a bit different from his. Although he could dodge one or two moves, it was extremely difficult to dodge them all. He was immediately punched several times, and he also retreated to the edge of the martial arts arena.
"Still arrogant?" Long Zixuan asked.
"Ka Ka Ka!"
Long Ziyang shook his head, shook his shoulders, endured the pain from his body, grinned and said: "This is the way to stimulate, and this is the way to enjoy yourself."
Long Zixuan frowned slightly.
Every blow I have is more than 120,000 to 30,000 catties. This guy has suffered repeatedly, so he should be injured.
"brush!"
Long Zixuan attacked again.
This time he cast a stronger Dragon Palm!
A series of powerful palm prints were left in an instant, and the strength soared to 150,000 jin!
brush! brush! brush!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Long Ziyang was bombarded again, from one edge to another, and finally staggered and stabilized his body.
Why not hide
Because, there is no way to avoid it!
For an eighth-rank martial artist with a holy spirit root, for him, a fifth-rank martial artist, the gap is really not that big.
What can be done is to rely on the physical body to resist.
"Big cousin is amazing!"
"Look, that guy was quite arrogant just now, but now he's still being abused."
"A genius like Brother Datang is an absolute core disciple in first- and second-rate sects. Does he think he is qualified to declare war after learning a few skills outside?"
The direct descendants of the Long family started talking, with joy on their brows.
Long Ziyang's performance just now shocked them, and it was hard to accept. Now seeing being abused, they are naturally happy.
Long Potian murmured: "My son, although you are not Long Zixuan, if you have resisted for so long in the martial arts field, it is an honor to be defeated."
Glorious in defeat
Jun Chang smiled and shook his head and said, "Patriarch Long, don't draw conclusions so early."
Well
Long Potian was startled, and said: "Is it possible for my son to win?"
Jun Chang said with a smile: "It's hard to be sure about the fight until the end, but based on my understanding of Ziyang, no matter what, there must be a ninety-nine percent chance of winning."
The corner of Long Potian's mouth twitched.
Is there any difference between 99% and 100% win rate
However, since Sect Leader Jun is so confident, Patriarch Long couldn't help but wonder: "Is it possible for my son to win?"
Under the suppression of strength, martial skills, and qualifications, he really couldn't figure out how his son could win.
…
On the martial arts arena.
Long Zixuan did not attack for the time being, and said calmly: "Your physical defense is pretty good."
Long Ziyang's whole body was sore, but he still endured it, and said with a proud smile: "In the Iron Bone Sect, there are many brothers who are physically stronger than me."
"Yeah?"
Long Zixuan looked at Li Qingyang and the others in the audience, and said, "If you beat you, I really want to fight them."
"Feel sorry."
Su Xiaomo said: "We never fight against the defeated subordinates of our Junior Brother."
"that is."
Li Fei said: "People who can't even beat Junior Brother Long are not qualified to challenge us."
The two talked very arrogantly, which made the direct descendants of the Long family very angry.
That boy Long Ziyang was obviously abused by his big cousin and couldn't find him, didn't this Iron-Bone Sect disciple see it
"All right."
Long Zixuan withdrew his gaze and said, "Then I will defeat you first, and then challenge your senior brother."
"Hoo hoo!"
While speaking, there was a powerful aura around him.
This air wave is exactly the same as the move that the Second Elder used to attack Jun Changxiao in front of the hall!
"Long Xiao Nine Heavens!"
"Big cousin is serious!"
"Hahaha, that kid is going to be unlucky!"
The direct descendants of the Long family suddenly laughed gloatingly.
Long Xiao Nine Heavens is a kind of spiritual power martial art, the quality of which has reached the top level.
In the Long family, the only ones who can comprehend this martial skill are the elders and the head of the family.
At the age of twenty, Long Zixuan has successfully cultivated him, which shows how strong his aptitude is.
"Interesting." Long Ziyang smiled.
"Can you still laugh at this time?"
"Don't he know the power of Long Xiao Nine Heavens?"
"Hoo hoo!"
At this moment, Long Zixuan waved his hand, and quickly spun in mid-air, and the burst of spiritual energy stirred up.
"Long Xiao Nine Heavens!"
Slapping out with both palms, a dragon beast dragged its long body and roared out from the energy circle.
In terms of power, although it is weaker than the Second Elder, it can be said to be very powerful!
As for the carrying strength, it can reach 170,000 jin, which is comparable to Wu Zong such as the eighth rank Pu!
The mighty dragon beast swept over, and Long Ziyang stood motionless on the spot. His thoughts merged into the space ring, and he pinched the Talisman of Strength that had been stored for a long time between his fingers.
"Snapped."
The spell was crushed, and the power soared.
"tread!"
Long Ziyang took a step forward, the attributes of his body exploded, instantly blowing his black hair into the air, and shouted angrily: "Challenge my senior brother, you are not qualified!"
Hurrah——
The explosive fist pierced through the void, and under the violent air waves, it seemed to turn into a roaring tiger, and rushed towards the lifelike dragon beast head-on!
this moment!
The dust is flying, covering the sky and the sun!
this moment!
When a dragon and a tiger fight, there must be an injury!
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