The strongest group won first place, and then beat up the direct descendants of the Long family who bullied him one by one.
Although it was very satisfying.
But Long Ziyang felt that it was not exciting enough, not satisfying enough!
Simply put.
Not a single one of them could fight!
At this moment, the strongest direct descendant of the Long family, Long Zixuan, appeared and even said that if you haven't had enough fun, you can declare war on me.
Facing his eldest cousin in the family, he was in the sky, he was on the ground, and he was even a weak ant.
But now, he realized that it was only so-so. At most, his aptitude was higher than his, and his cultivation was stronger.
Since that was the case, what was there to be afraid of!
Long Ziyang stood outside the martial-arts arena, pointed with one hand, and the camera followed through a few hundred meters, landing on Long Zixuan, and said: "Long Zixuan, come on stage and fight!"
That voice. That expression.
Incomparably arrogant!
Under the watchful eyes of the Long family, declaring war on the strongest direct descendant made his blood boil, and he also felt that it was very exciting.
Seeing his son so domineering, Long Potian was not only gratified, but also proud!
"Shua!"
Long Zixuan stepped on the complicated Dragon Wandering Steps, dragging an afterimage as he stopped on the martial-arts arena, and said: "After leaving home and returning, not only did my cultivation increase, I also became very arrogant."
"It's alright." Long Ziyang said.
When I was still weak, I was casually bullied by you guys, so I could only go and learn from you.
Now that I have become stronger, if I don't show off, would I be able to live up to my experiences in the Iron Bone?
"Senior Brother Long, do your best!"
Liu Wanshi also knew that Long Zixuan was a strong enemy, so she waved her hand and shouted.
Li Qingyang, Xiao Ziji and the others also gave their junior brother an encouraging look.
To them, this kind of eighth grade Martial Master was also a powerful enemy. Junior Brother going to fight with him would definitely be the greatest test.
Jun Changxiao sat firmly on the chair with a smile on his face.
With the Sect Leader's gaze and the encouragement of his fellow disciples, Long Ziyang's eyes flashed with an intense fighting spirit.
"Can we begin?"
"Come."
"Hu!"
Long Zixuan used Dragon Swimming Steps and appeared in front of Long Ziyang at an extremely fast speed. His fist, which carried the sound of a dragon's roar, punched out.
As expected of the strongest direct descendant of the Long Family, the Dragoncry Fist he used, whether it was speed or power, was much stronger than Long Zishan!
Boom!
The sound of an explosion rang out, and shockwaves flew in all directions!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Long Ziyang took six or seven steps back before he could stabilize his body. His gaze was unprecedentedly solemn.
Long Zixuan's speed was too fast. Although he could catch him, it was difficult for him to dodge. He could only use his body to resist!
Fortunately, he had gone through all kinds of tempering of his physical body. After receiving the punch, he was only pushed back a few steps.
More importantly, he was wearing soft silk armor!
The elders of the Long family were dumbfounded.
Some of them were only third or fifth rank Wuzong, and it was extremely strenuous for them to take a punch from Long Zixuan.
Not only did that brat catch it, he even looked as if nothing had happened. Wasn't his physical body a little too strong?
"Shua!"
Long Zixuan rushed over once again, using the Dragon Roar Fist. The fist shadows and the sound of the dragon roar spread out in the martial arts practice field.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Long Ziyang's strength was a little lower than his. Although he could dodge one or two attacks, it was impossible for him to dodge all of them. He was hit several times and was pushed back to the edge of the martial arts practice field.
"Are you still arrogant?" Long Zixuan asked.
"Ka ka ka!"
Long Ziyang shook his head and shoulders. Enduring the pain from his body, he grinned and said, "This is exciting, this is satisfying."
Long Zixuan frowned slightly.
Each of his attacks was more than twelve or thirteen thousand pounds. This guy should be injured after taking them continuously.
"Shua!"
Long Zixuan attacked again.
This time, he used an even stronger Dragon Palm!
Powerful palm prints instantly spread out, and the strength soared to one hundred and fifty thousand pounds!
Shua! Shua! Shua!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Long Ziyang was hit again. He was hit from one edge to another before he finally staggered and stabilized his body.
Why didn't he dodge?
Because he couldn't dodge at all!
The gap between an eighth-grade Martial Master with a Sacred Spiritual Root and a fifth-grade Martial Master like him was huge.
The only thing he could do was to resist with his physical body.
"Eldest Cousin is amazing!"
"Look, that guy was quite arrogant just now, but now he's being beaten to the point where he can't fight back."
"A genius like Eldest Cousin would definitely be a core disciple in a first-rate or second-rate sect. Does he think he's qualified to declare war just because he learned a few moves outside?"
The direct descendants of the Long family discussed with joy between their brows.
Long Ziyang's performance just now shocked them and they couldn't accept it. Now that they saw him being beaten, they were naturally happy.
Long Potian muttered, "My son, although you're not Long Zixuan, you've resisted for so long in the martial arts practice field. Even if you lose, it's still a glorious defeat."
Even if he lost, it's still a glorious defeat?
Jun Changxiao shook his head and said, "Patriarch Long, don't jump to conclusions so early."
Eh?
Long Potian was startled and said, "Could it be that my son has a chance of winning?"
Jun Changxiao said, "It's hard to say until the end of the battle. However, with my understanding of Long Ziyang, he has a 99% chance of winning."
Long Potian's mouth twitched.
What was the difference between a 99% chance of winning and a 100% chance of winning?
However, since Sect Master Jun was so confident, Patriarch Long couldn't help but think, "Could it be that my son really has a chance of winning?"
Under the suppression of strength, martial skills, and aptitude, he really couldn't figure out how his son could win.
…
On the martial arts practice field.
Long Zixuan didn't attack for the time being and said indifferently, "Your physical defense is not bad."
Long Ziyang's entire body was sore, but he endured it and smiled proudly. "In the Iron Bone Sect, there are many Senior Brothers whose physical bodies are stronger than mine."
"Is that so?"
Long Zixuan looked at Li Qingyang and the others below the stage and said, "After defeating you, I really want to fight with them."
"Sorry."
Su Xiaomo said, "We never fight with people who lost to Junior Brother."
"That's right."
Li Fei said, "Someone who can't even defeat Junior Brother Long doesn't have the qualifications to challenge us."
The two of them spoke arrogantly, causing the direct descendants of the Long family to be furious.
Long Ziyang, that brat, was clearly being tortured by his eldest cousin. Didn't this Iron Bone disciple see that?
"Alright."
Long Zixuan retracted his gaze and said, "Then I'll defeat you first before challenging your Senior Brother."
"Whoosh whoosh!"
As he spoke, a powerful aura emanated from his body.
This aura was exactly the same as the move that the Second Elder had used to attack Jun Changxiao in front of the hall!
"Dragon's Roar of the Nine Heavens!"
"Eldest Cousin Brother is getting serious!"
"Hahaha, that brat is going to be unlucky!"
The direct descendants of the Long family immediately laughed at his misfortune.
The Dragon's Roar of the Nine Heavens was a spirit energy type martial technique, and its quality had already reached the early stage of the supreme grade.
In the Long family, the only ones who could comprehend this martial technique were the elders and the patriarch.
Long Zixuan was able to cultivate it at the age of twenty. It could be seen how powerful his aptitude was.
"Interesting." Long Ziyang's lips curled into a smile.
"You can still laugh at a time like this?"
"Doesn't he know the power of the Dragon's Roar of the Nine Heavens?"
"Whoosh whoosh!"
At this moment, Long Zixuan waved his hand and quickly spun in the air. The psionic energy that erupted also stirred up.
"Dragon's Roar of the Nine Heavens!"
Both of his palms struck out, and a dragon beast dragged its long body out of the energy circle with a roar.
In terms of power, although it was weaker than the Second Elder, it could still be said to be powerful!
As for the strength it carried, it had also reached 170,000 jin. This strength was comparable to the eighth grade Wuzong!
The powerful dragon beast swept over. Long Ziyang stood in place without moving. His mind entered the Space Ring and pinched the Strength Increasing Talisman that he had stored for a long time between his fingers.
"Pah."
The talisman was crushed, and his strength skyrocketed.
"Ta!"
Long Ziyang took a step forward, and the attributes of his body erupted. In an instant, his black hair fluttered in the wind. He angrily shouted: "You are not qualified to challenge my senior brother!"
Whoosh whoosh — — —
The explosive fist cut through the void. Under the violent air waves, it seemed to have turned into a roaring tiger, pouncing towards the lifelike dragon beast!
At this moment!
Dust flew, covering the sky and the sun!
At this moment!
When dragons and tigers fight, one of them will definitely be injured!
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