Handsome People Can't Keep a Low Profile
Long Family, Long Zhanwu's residence.
"Trash, trash, all of you are trash!"
"You can't even take care of a small piece of trash like Long Fei, I really don't know what's the use of raising trash like you." Long Zhanwu was furious.
In the martial-arts arena, Long Fei had completely disgraced him.
Who in the huge Long Family would dare to speak to him like that, and even call him by name?
Long Fei didn't put him in his eyes at all.
What made Long Zhanwu the most furious was that there were actually many people who started to stand on Long Fei's side. This made him feel a sense of danger, a strong sense of danger.
The direct disciples of Long Zhanwu in the courtyard all lowered their heads, not daring to breathe loudly.
"Say something, why are you all mute?" Long Zhanwu shouted in a deep voice.
A disciple carefully said, "Great Clan Elder, Long Fei is related to the people of the Heaven Sect."
"Huh?"
"What did you say?" Long Zhanwu was shocked.
Long Ao, who was still lying on the ground and continuously spitting out feces, said breathlessly: "Father, when I was on the martial-arts arena, I wanted to tell you about this."
Long Zhanwu's eyes turned sinister, and shouted: "Then why didn't you say it?"
Long Ao said in a low voice: "You're the one who won't let me say it."
"Trash!"
"You've lost all my face." Long Zhanwu no longer looked at Long Ao, but slightly narrowed his eyes and said: "Heaven Sect? Long Fei, you've climbed up a big backer. "
His voice was even colder and his killing intent even stronger.
Long Zhanwu thought in his heart: "No matter who you climb, you must die tomorrow!"
At this moment.
Long Zhanye hurriedly walked into the courtyard.
Long Zhanwu said slightly: "All of you go down first, remember to kill Long Fei on the stage tomorrow."
After the disciples left, Long Zhanye immediately went forward and said: "Big brother, I just received a message from the three great families and the royal family. They will personally attend the arena battle of the Ming Long Family."
Long Zhanwu's expression turned cold, he frowned and said: "Because of Long Fei?"
Long Zhanye said, "Everyone in the city knows about Long Fei killing the Level Five Monster Beast. A waste turned into a genius. Coupled with the dragon's roar last time, they are worried …"
At this time, Long Zhanwu's expression became ugly, and said in shock: "You mean to say, the Dragon God's bloodline in Long Fei's body has recovered?"
"If that's the case …"
Thinking about Long Fei's arrogant and savage appearance today, Long Zhanwu felt that Long Fei must have recovered his Dragon God's blood vein. Otherwise, where did he get the confidence to challenge him from?
Long Zhanye said, "The three pillars and the royal family also want to confirm this matter. If Long Fei recovers his Dragon God Bloodline, then our situation will be even more unfavorable."
The Dragon God bloodline made one a Dragon God Warrior.
Other than the Grand Elder, he was the only one who could command the Long family's army.
The Long family's army did not have a commander's seal, they only listened to the orders of the Grand Elder or the Dragon God Warrior!
Once Long Fei recovered his identity as a Dragon God Warrior, his power would be too great. With a single order, the Long family's cavalry would rush to the Fire Glass City in the shortest amount of time possible, and he would not be able to resist at all!
Long Zhanye said in a low voice: "Big brother, do you want to let the failure alliance's killer make his move? Take care of Long Fei tonight. "
"No!"
Long Zhanwu immediately denied it, and said: "It will take at least five days for the Long family's cavalry to rush back to the Long family, there are too many things that can change in five days, I want Long Fei to die, die on the stage, I want everyone in the Long family to think that he is trash, trash that can't get up, and make the Long family lose hope in him. This way, my reputation will also increase, and this will make it more advantageous for me to become the Long family's Patriarch."
"Only by dying on the stage will the entire Long family despise him."
"This time, I will make it so that he will never be able to turn the tables!"
Long Zhanwu's voice was sinister as he whispered something into Long Zhanye's ear.
After Long Zhanye heard this, his eyes shook, and said: "I'll do it now."
After taking a few steps.
Long Zhanye turned around and said: "Big brother, the failure alliance's killer actually did not return. It is still unclear whether he is dead or alive."
Long Zhanwu did not take it seriously at all, and said: "She is just a low level killer, there is no need to care about her life or death."
Long Zhanye said: "Got it!"
… ….
"Jojo, I'm back!"
The first thing Long Fei did when he came out of the martial-arts arena was to go home to see Jojo.
In the past three days, the person he was most worried about was Jojo.
When Jojo heard the voice, she immediately ran out with a sweet smile on her face and said: "Young Master, you're back. I've prepared dinner for you."
She silently watched what was happening in the martial-arts arena from a corner. Every time she saw Long Fei being forced to the edge of the cliff, her heart would ache.
She hated herself for not being able to help Long Fei.
She felt sad that she couldn't do anything.
In the past three days, she had been trying to cultivate according to Long Fei's instructions, but … She couldn't sense the spiritual energy flowing between heaven and earth at all, nor could she absorb them into the Pubes and turn them into true qi.
She felt that she was the stupidest and most useless person in the world.
A smile hung on his face, but he concealed it extremely well, not letting Long Fei sense it in the slightest.
Long Fei laughed: "Jojo is still the best to me, I'm starving to death, I want to eat ten bowls, hahaha …"
Jojo also laughed, and said: "I'll go get you some rice."
A warm dinner was over.
Long Fei was relieved after confirming that there were no Long Zhanwu around, and said: "I'm going out for a while, you stay at home and wait for me to come back."
Jojo nodded obediently, and said: "En!"
… ….
Half an hour later.
Long Fei arrived at the Fengyuan Commercial League.
Seeing Long Fei, Zhao Er's eyes were filled with worship: "Young Master Long, you are simply too handsome. Even the five level monster was killed by you, you are too powerful. From today onwards, you will be my, Zhao Er's, idol."
Long Fei laughed: "First, make a cup of Holy Tea for this idol, no … It's a pot!"
This time, Zhao Er was surprisingly cooperative, and said: "Elder Liu guessed that you would come, and has already told me to prepare."
Liu Feng also walked down from the pavilion when he heard the voice, and laughed: "Brother Long, you really don't show your face. Even the five level monster was killed by you, you're too powerful."
"F * ck!"
"The news spread really fast. I still wanted to keep a low profile, sigh … A handsome person will never be able to keep a low profile." Long Fei said shamelessly.
As they spoke, the two of them entered the backyard.
Liu Feng said: "What do you want this time?"
Long Fei went straight to the point: "A hundred sets of true pill's Spirit Grass, a hundred sets of Heal Pill's Spirit Grass, I want them right away."
Liu Feng said: "For tomorrow's arena battle?"
Long Fei said: "En, I have used up all of the true pill and Heal Pill in the past three days in the Fire Wolf Valley. In tomorrow's arena battle, Zhan Wu will definitely not let me off so easily, I must make sufficient preparations."
Liu Feng shouted to the outside, "Zhao Er, bring everything over."
Then.
Liu Feng laughed: "I have already prepared it for you, but … I want to ask, can you really refine true pill?"
Long Fei drank a cup of Holy Tea and said: "Yes, but the success rate is not high, only fifty percent."
"Cough, cough, cough …"
"Cough, cough, cough …" Liu Feng coughed extremely quickly, his face flushed red, as if he had been provoked by something, "What's the success rate?"
Long Fei drank another cup of Holy Tea and said: "Fifty percent? Old Liu, is your heart feeling uncomfortable again? "
"No!"
"My liver hurts." Liu Feng even had the heart to die. He was also a Alchemist, and he had refined pills for dozens of years, but he did not even have a ten percent success rate in refining true pill s. Even a Profound Rank Alchemist could not reach fifty percent, how many days had Long Fei refined it? To be able to reach a success rate of fifty percent, he simply did not want to live.
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