Long Ziyang won, but he was not happy about winning.
Because Long Ziyang was defeated by forcibly displaying high-level martial arts, not by himself.
In fact, thinking about it from another angle, if you can resist five bombardments with the seal cover and still be safe, it is actually a victory.
Following Long Zixuan's words 'you win', the competition came to an end.
All the direct descendants of the Long family were stunned on the spot.
The strongest direct descendant of the Long family used the strongest martial arts of the Long family, but failed to defeat that guy. This is too unimaginable!
"Plop!"
Long Ziyang sat down on the ground, grinning his teeth and said: "Brother, your Phantom Tyrannical Dragon Palm is too strong, I almost couldn't hold it."
Long Zixuan: "..."
This guy is definitely performing, and it's definitely to save himself some face.
Yes.
Long Ziyang sat paralyzed on the ground, just to save face for his eldest cousin.
After all, they are of the same race, and there is no deep hatred.
Even the direct descendants of the Long family who were lying neatly together before were only abused by him, without internal injuries.
Long Potian burst into tears, and his hands were shaking violently.
My son, I won.
Win the strongest of the younger generation of the Long family!
At that moment, as a father, he was proud and proud!
Jun Chang smiled, and his fists with sweaty palms loosened.
When Long Zixuan blasted towards him with the Imaginary Tyrannical Dragon Palm, he seemed extremely calm, but in fact he panicked inside, fearing that his disciple would not be able to hold him back.
The system said: "Your disciple has a gap with Long Zixuan in terms of strength, but your physical strength is far ahead, and you can use the seal mask, so you have no problem resisting spiritual power illusions."
"Why didn't you say it earlier?"
"It's also good to make the host nervous."
"Depend on."
…
The Long Family Competition is over, Long Ziyang won the first place in the strongest group, and defeated the strongest lineage of the Long Family, undoubtedly proved himself with his strength.
It also proved the martial arts of the Iron Bones faction.
Although the level is not too high, at least it is not inferior to most of the martial arts of the Long family.
"Why."
In the courtyard of Xiyuan, Su Xiaomo rubbed his hands together and said, "I also want to fight with that sacred spirit root, Long Zixuan."
Li Qingyang shook his head and said: "The direct line of the Long family is too strong, if we don't rely on the head to give us a spell, it will be difficult for us to defeat."
Yes.
It was difficult for them to compete with Long Zixuan.
But it is not without merit, at least physically stronger than the opponent.
It has high defense and is sometimes considered an attack.
For example, Long Ziyang exhausted Long Zixuan by relying on the seal mask.
"cut."
Ye Xingchen who was sitting in the distance snorted coldly.
Of course you can't beat him, but if this emperor fights against him, he will be able to torture him so badly that he can't find Bei.
Why is Yedi so confident
Because, during this period of time, he was not only comprehending the martial art of the sect, but also practicing the martial arts of his previous life.
certainly.
It is difficult to perform high-level martial arts due to insufficient cultivation, but it is still no problem to perform top-level martial arts.
Does the Dragon family have many martial arts skills
Can it surpass our Master Yedi
If it had been Ye Xingchen fighting Long Zixuan before, all kinds of martial arts would have made him dizzy.
Unfortunately, this is the Long family and Long Ziyang's home court, so it's hard for Yedi to pretend to be aggressive.
…
"son."
In the study, Long Potian said with his back: "Don't go back to the Iron Bone Sect, stay in the family and continue to practice."
"ah?"
Long Ziyang was dumbfounded.
Long Potian said: "Father and the elders are also getting older, you juniors should also be responsible."
"Father, I..."
"Based on your performance yesterday, you will inherit the position of Patriarch in the future. I believe for my father, and no one will object."
Long Ziyang was dumbfounded again.
The head of the family, he had never even thought about it before.
After all, there is too much difference between them and the big cousin, I never thought that my father would value me so much now!
"You stay and explain it to the father and the head of the king." Long Potian said.
"Father."
Long Ziyang said: "My son is a disciple of the Iron-Bone Sect for a day, and he will be a disciple of the Iron-Bone Sect for the rest of his life. Please let me follow the head back to the sect and continue to practice!"
good.
The position of head of the family is very tempting.
But Long Ziyang never thought of inheriting it in the past. Now he just wants to follow the head of the sect wholeheartedly, and live in the sect with all his brothers and sisters.
"Sect Leader Jun can certainly train you to become a talent, but my Long family also needs an heir." Long Potian said in a deep voice.
"Plop!"
Long Ziyang knelt down, and said: "Father, I just want to be the head of the sect with you, the eldest cousin and the others are also qualified to be heirs."
"Bastard!" Long Potian reprimanded.
As a father, he had selfish intentions, so he naturally wanted to pass on the position of Patriarch to his son, not his nephew.
In the past, Long Ziyang's performance disappointed him, and he never thought about it.
Now that his strength has improved and he can defeat Long Zixuan, he naturally plans to become the young Patriarch.
Those elders must have nothing to say!
It's a pity that Long Ziyang didn't want to take over a family that was comparable to the fourth or fifth rank.
He prefers to be in the Iron-Bone Clan. Although the training is very difficult, even though he is occasionally hit in the face by a ball, but there is warmth and love there, and it is his second home!
"Father… "
"do not talk."
Long Potian said: "I have already talked with the head of the king. He has taken his disciples away now. From today onwards, you will learn how to run a family from your father at the Long family."
"The master... the master is gone?"
Long Ziyang shuddered, stood up abruptly and rushed out.
When he came to the Xiyuan courtyard, he didn't see the head of the sect, nor his fellow sect, but only a piece of paper on the table in the living room.
"Ziyang, be your direct descendant in the Long family. When you take over as the head of the family in the future, I can show off to others. The current head of the Long family was trained by me."
"remember."
"A student of the Iron-Bone Sect for one day, a lifetime of Iron-Bone Sect disciples."
"Don't chase after me, this is the order of the head."
The signer, you often laugh.
"Head."
Long Ziyang held the letter in his palm, and couldn't help but shed tears immediately.
"Wow--"
The clouds were thick and the rain was pouring down.
Looking at Longyang City from the outside, under the rain and mist, it seems to be covered with a thin layer of gauze.
On the official road.
Jun Changxiao took his disciples for a walk in the rain.
Because of the spiritual body protection, the water droplets were ejected the moment they came into contact with the clothes.
"Head."
Li Qingyang said: "Won't Junior Brother Long go back with me?"
"After all, he is a direct descendant of a big family, so how can he stay in the Iron Bones faction forever." Jun Chang said with a smile.
"Why."
Su Xiaomo said rather sadly: "I didn't expect to come to Long's house with Junior Brother Long this time, but it would be a farewell."
Liu Wanshi cried and said: "Master, I don't want Senior Brother Long to leave, I hope everyone will be happy together forever."
Jun Changxiao looked up at the dark sky, and said with a complicated mood: "There is always a feast in the world."
Everyone was silent.
A year is not too long, but these disciples, amidst laughter and hard training, have long cultivated a deep sense of fellowship.
Now that I'm separated from Long Ziyang, I feel mixed emotions.
"Um?"
At this time, Su Xiaomo raised her head, pointed to the front, and said in surprise: "Master, look!"
Jun Changxiao, Li Qingyang and others looked over one after another, and saw a drenched man standing on the official road ahead.
His hair was wet, and his eyelashes were dripping with water, but his eyes were firm.
who is it
It's Long Ziyang!
"Master!"
He clenched his fists, knelt on the ground with a thud, splashed waves of water, and roared loudly: "Unless you drive me out of the sect, I, Long Ziyang, will always follow you and will always be a disciple of the Iron-Bone Sect!"
Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji and others laughed.
Liu Wanshi, who had teary eyes, also burst into laughter.
Jun Changxiao shook his head and walked over, then called out the bamboo slips in historical records, patted him on the head, and said: "A man of strong bones has gold under his knees, stand up for me."
"brush!"
Long Ziyang stood up and straightened his back.
Jun Changxiao turned around and shouted at Longyang City: "Patriarch Long, this is your son's own choice. I, Jun Changxiao, took him away today."
"Why."
On the city tower, Long Potian let out a long sigh.
son,
Respect your choices as a father.