The Long family's Clan Competition was similar to the Iron Bone Competition. It was also divided into levels, and those with similar strength would fight together.
However …
There was another way to declare war on someone.
Last year, before Long Ziyang ran away from home, there was a Clan Competition, and he was unfortunately challenged by many of his cousins.
Without exception, all of them were defeated.
In terms of strength, he was definitely stronger than his cousin who started cultivating martial arts later. However, he did not have any good martial skills and was beaten to a sorry state.
Especially after being challenged by his second cousin, he ran away with his head in his hands, almost making Long Potian's nose crooked from anger.
Hm.
After it ended, he was spanked again.
In the Falling Star Continent, the strength of a martial artist was not only dependent on his own strength, but also on external objects.
For example, martial skills, weapons, and treasures.
If a fifth or sixth level Meridian Opening cultivator cultivated a higher level martial skill or had a good weapon, he would definitely be able to defeat a eleventh or twelfth level Meridian Opening cultivator.
The most typical example was Jun Changxiao.
He had just transmigrated and participated in the recruitment of the Hundred Sects. Relying on the Low Grade Cold Edge Sword, he cut off an arm of the Spirit Spring Sect's elder.
You said he was stronger than Wei Yinu?
In terms of realm alone, the difference was too great. To be able to injure the other party was due to the weapon.
Because Long Ziyang did not have a suitable martial skill, he could not even beat his younger cousin who cultivated the family's martial arts. Therefore, he could only run away from home and learn from his master.
"Second Cousin."
He said proudly: "I am no longer the me from a year ago."
This cousin was just like his name. In front of the Long Ziyang, he was like an insurmountable mountain.
Now … It was very ordinary.
"Is that so?"
Long Zishan smiled, turned around and left, and left a message: "I hope that when the Clan Competition starts, it will be an eye-opener for me."
"It's more than an eye-opener."
Long Ziyang clenched his fists, and said in his heart: "I will make it unforgettable for you for the rest of your life."
… ….
The Iron Bone had become the focus of the Long family's direct descendants, and Long Ziyang had also become their topic of discussion.
Many of the direct descendants who had abused him in the past naturally didn't think that he would be very strong after returning this time.
In fact, if they were more well-informed, they would know that Long Ziyang had also participated in the battle at the Sacred Spring Sect and had defeated an inner disciple cleanly.
"Without Little Brother Ziyang around, we didn't have much fun. Now that we're back, we must have some fun."
"I wonder what level the Patriarch will place him in. Will he be in the ordinary group?"
"If that's the case, we can only wait until it's over and declare war on him."
While the direct descendants of the Long family were discussing, they didn't forget to look at Long Ziyang with a mocking smile.
"Junior Brother."
Su Xiaomo said in a low voice, "You're really miserable."
"…"
Long Ziyang's eyes flickered with anger as he said, "When it starts, I'll make sure none of them can laugh."
…
A short while later.
Long Potian walked out of the hall, then cupped his hands towards Jun Changxiao and arranged a good viewing area.
"Junior Brother, do your best!"
"Junior Brother, you are the strongest among the direct descendants of the Long family!"
"Junior Brother, don't disappoint us."
When they were heading towards the spectator area, Li Qingyang, Xiao Ziji, Su Xiaomo and the others all cheered for him.
However, the words' You are the strongest among the direct descendants of the Long family 'immediately attracted a wave of sighs and disdain from the direct descendants of the Long family.
Because the Large Competition was held every year, the direct descendants all knew the rules, so Long Potian did not waste any time and directly announced the division of the direct descendants participating in the Large Competition.
There were a total of three groups.
The strongest group, the middle group, and the ordinary group.
"Long Zihe, the middle group."
"Long Ziming, the ordinary group."
"Long Zishan, the strongest group."
"…"
"…"
"Long Ziyang, the strongest group."
Ga.
The entire martial-arts arena immediately fell silent, and the direct descendants of the Long family all had looks of disbelief.
Did I hear wrongly?
Long Ziyang, that guy, entered the strongest group?
What a joke!
That guy joined the ordinary group last year, and now he directly applied for the strongest group. Was his brain kicked by a donkey?
Or was it that after running away from home for a year, his skin itched so badly that he had to find his cousin to ruthlessly beat him up?
The Long family's elders were also astonished.
The Iron Bone Sect Leader was very strong in teaching disciples.
However, that brat was only at the tenth stage of the Meridian Opening Realm before he left home. How strong could he be in a short year?
Long Ziyang straightened his back.
He was the one who had applied to enter the strongest group from his father.
Since he was here, he would fight the strongest direct descendant of the Long family. Only then would he be able to prove his strength!
"Cousins."
Long Ziyang's eyes flashed with fighting spirit, and said: "Tremble in fear!"
… ….
After the groups were divided, the Large Competition began.
The first to enter was the ordinary group. The direct descendants of the Long family were all at the Channel Opening Realm, so it was very boring to fight.
Li Qingyang and the others sat on the chairs, so bored that they almost fell asleep.
On the other hand, Jun Changxiao was watching with relish.
He was not watching the fights, but the strength of the direct descendants of the Long family.
To be honest, as expected of a family comparable to a fourth or fifth rate sect, everyone who went up was at the tenth stage of the Meridian Opening Realm, and their understanding of martial techniques was not bad.
"This is the foundation." Jun Changxiao thought to himself.
After two hours of fighting, a twelfth stage Meridian Opening Realm disciple of the Long family successfully won the championship of the ordinary group.
Next was the competition of the intermediate group.
The direct descendants of the Long family were all at the Martial Disciple level, and there were even many peak-level Martial Disciples.
"Tsk tsk."
Jun Changxiao sighed: "A big family is a big family."
The strength of the intermediate group was higher, and the fights were quite exciting, so Li Qingyang and the others were also interested in watching.
Occasionally, they would also compare the direct descendants of the Long family with some of their fellow disciples.
In the end, the conclusion was that if many outer sect disciples participated, they would be able to beat the direct descendants of the Long family to the ground.
After more than an hour, the intermediate group ended, and a ninth stage Martial Disciple won first place.
Next, it was the finale of the competition between the strongest groups.
To be able to enter this level, the weakest of the direct descendants of the Long family was at least a Martial Master.
"Long Ziyang, Long Zisong!"
Long Potian announced the first battle of the strongest group.
Li Qingyang and the others immediately became spirited, but when they saw the direct descendant called Long Zisong go up the stage first, and the strongest aura he emitted was only a second or third stage Martial Master, they lost interest.
Damn it.
Can't you find a decent opponent for your junior brother?!
The direct descendants of the Long family all sneered.
It would be very interesting to see Long Ziyang get beaten up in the first battle of the strongest group.
"Little brother Ziyang."
Long Zisong laughed: "You didn't sign up for the ordinary group and came to the strongest group to join in the fun. Do you want to be beaten up by me like last year?"
Long Ziyang, who walked up the stage, did not say a word.
"Begin!" An elder of the Long family shouted.
"Shua!"
Long Zisong used the Long family's martial art, Dragon Swimming Steps, and circled around. However, in the process of moving, a palm cut through the void and fiercely swung over.
Pa — — —
A crisp sound was heard!
They only saw how Long Zisong flew out in a fancy way, and then rotated a hundred and sixty degrees in the air and fell fiercely outside the martial arts practice field, a bright red palm print on his face.
"Good!"
Su Xiaomo, Li Fei, and Tian Qi stood up and applauded.
The direct descendants of the Long family, who originally wanted to see how Long Ziyang would be beaten up by their cousin, were all dumbfounded.
When they came back to their senses, they saw that the guy had already walked down the stage.
The elder who just shouted the start of the battle twitched the corner of his mouth. It seemed that it had only been a few seconds, and the battle … was over?
"Heh."
Long Zishan crossed his arms and looked at Long Ziyang who was walking down the stage. He smiled with interest: "My cousin has really grown a lot after returning this time."
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