Long Ziyang won, but he didn't feel good about it.
Because Long Zixuan lost because he had forcefully used a high level martial skill, and not because he had personally defeated him.
In fact, from another perspective, to be able to withstand five attacks with the seal barrier and remain unscathed, it could be considered a victory.
As soon as Long Zixuan said the words' you win ', the battle came to an end.
All the direct descendants of the Long family were stunned.
The strongest direct descendant of the Long family had used the strongest martial skill of the Long family, but he still couldn't defeat that guy. This was simply unimaginable!
"Plop!"
Long Ziyang sat down on the ground and grimaced: "Big Cousin, your Illusionary Tyrant Dragon Palm is too strong, I almost couldn't withstand it."
Long Zixuan, "…"
This guy was definitely acting to save some face for himself.
Yes.
Long Ziyang sat on the ground paralyzed, giving his eldest cousin some face.
After all, they were from the same clan, and there was no deep hatred between them.
Even the direct descendants of the Long family who were lying neatly together were only beaten up by him, and did not suffer any internal injuries.
Long Potian's tears flowed down his face as his hands trembled violently.
My son won.
He won against the strongest person in the younger generation of the Long family!
At that moment, as a father, he was proud and proud!
Jun Changxiao laughed, and his sweaty fists relaxed.
When Long Zixuan used the Illusionary Tyrant Dragon Palm, he looked extremely calm, but in fact, he was panicking inside, afraid that his disciple would not be able to withstand it.
The system said: "This disciple of yours is weaker than Long Zixuan in terms of strength, but his physical body is far stronger. Furthermore, he used the seal barrier, so there is no problem for him to resist the spirit energy type illusion technique."
"Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"It's not bad to make the host nervous."
"F * ck."
… ….
The Long family's Great Competition had ended. Long Ziyang had won first place in the strongest group and defeated the strongest direct descendant of the Long family.
At the same time, it also proved the Iron Bone's martial skill.
Although its level wasn't high, it wasn't inferior to most of the Long family's martial arts.
"Sigh."
In the courtyard of the West Courtyard, Su Xiaomo rubbed his hands and said: "I also want to fight with that saint rank spirit root Long Zixuan."
Li Qingyang shook his head: "This direct descendant of the Long family is too strong, if we don't rely on the talisman given by the Sect Leader, it would be very difficult for us to win."
Yes.
It was difficult for them to contend against Long Zixuan.
At least, their physical body was stronger than the other party's physical body.
High defense, sometimes, it could also be considered an attack.
For example, Long Ziyang had exhausted Long Zixuan's energy by forming a seal barrier.
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If it was Ye Xingchen who had fought with Long Zixuan earlier, he would have been dazzled by the use of all sorts of Martial Techniques.
Unfortunately, this was the Long family, Long Ziyang's home ground. It would be difficult for Night Emperor to show off.
… ….
"Son."
In the study room, Long Potian said with his hands behind his back: "Don't go back to the Iron Bone, stay in the family and continue cultivating."
"Huh?"
Long Ziyang was dumbfounded.
Long Potian said, "Father and the elders are old. It's time for you juniors to take responsibility."
"Father, I …"
"Based on your performance yesterday, I believe that no one will object to you inheriting the position of Patriarch in the future."
Long Ziyang was stunned again.
He had never even thought about being the head of the family.
After all, the gap between him and his eldest cousin was too big. He didn't expect that his father would think so highly of him!
"Stay here, I will explain to Sect Leader Jun." Long Potian said.
"Father."
Long Ziyang said: "As long as I am a disciple of the Iron Bone Sect, I will be a disciple of the Iron Bone Sect forever. Please let me follow Sect Leader back to the sect to continue cultivating!"
That's right.
The position of Patriarch was very tempting.
But Long Ziyang had never thought about inheriting it. He only wanted to follow the Sect Leader wholeheartedly and live with his senior and junior brothers in the sect.
"Sect Leader Jun can nurture you, but our Long family also needs a successor." Long Potian said solemnly.
"Plop!"
Long Ziyang knelt down and said: "Father, I only want to follow Sect Leader Jun. Eldest Cousin and the others are also qualified to be the successor."
"Bastard!" Long Potian reprimanded.
As a father, he had his own selfish motives. Naturally, he wanted to pass the position of Patriarch to his son and not to his nephew.
In the past, Long Ziyang's performance had disappointed him, so he didn't consider it.
Now that his strength had increased and he could defeat Long Zixuan, he naturally had plans to make him the Young Patriarch.
Those elders definitely wouldn't have anything to say!
Unfortunately, Long Ziyang didn't want to take over a family that was comparable to a fourth or fifth rate.
He was more willing to stay in the Iron Bone Clan. Although cultivation was tough and he would occasionally be hit in the face by balls, there was warmth and love there. It was his second home!
"Father …"
"Don't say anymore."
Long Potian said: "I have already talked to Sect Leader Jun. He has already taken his disciples away. From today onwards, you will learn how to run a family from me."
"Sect … Sect Leader left?"
Long Ziyang's body trembled and he stood up and rushed out.
When he arrived at the courtyard, he didn't see the Sect Leader or his fellow disciples. He only saw a piece of paper on the table in the living room.
"Ziyang, be a good descendant of the Long family. When you take over as the Patriarch, I can show off to outsiders that the current Patriarch of the Long family was nurtured by me."
"Remember."
"A disciple of the Iron Bone Clan for a day, a disciple of the Iron Bone Clan for a lifetime."
"Don't chase. This is the Sect Leader's order."
The person who signed it was Jun Changxiao.
"Sect Leader."
Long Ziyang held the letter in his hand and couldn't help but cry.
"Hua hua —"
Dark clouds covered the sky and heavy rain poured down.
Looking at Longyang City from the wilderness, under the lingering rain and fog, it was as if it was covered in a thin layer of gauze.
On the official road.
Jun Changxiao brought his disciples and walked in the rain.
Because of the protection of his spirit energy, the moment the water droplets came into contact with his clothes, they were bounced out.
"Sect Leader."
Li Qingyang said: "Junior Brother Long isn't going back with us?"
"After all, he is a direct descendant of a large family. How can he stay in the Iron Bone Clan forever?" Jun Changxiao said.
"Sigh."
Su Xiaomo said rather sadly: "I didn't expect that coming to the Long family with Junior Brother Long this time would be a farewell."
Liu Wanshi cried: "Sect Leader, I don't want Senior Brother Long to leave. I hope that everyone can be happy together forever."
Jun Changxiao raised his head and looked at the dark sky, his emotions complicated: "All good things must come to an end."
Everyone fell silent.
A year's time was not too long, but these disciples, amidst the laughter and arduous cultivation, had long cultivated a deep relationship with each other.
Now that they were separated from Long Ziyang, their emotions were complicated.
"Hmm?"
At this time, Su Xiaomo raised his head, pointed to the front, and exclaimed: "Sect Leader, look!"
Jun Changxiao, Li Qingyang and the others all looked over, and saw a man who was drenched standing on the official road in front of them.
His hair was wet, and there were water droplets on his eyelashes, but his gaze was firm.
Who was it?
It was Long Ziyang!
"Sect Leader!"
He clenched his fists and knelt on the ground with a plop, causing waves of water to splash out. He shouted loudly: "Unless you expel me from the sect, I, Long Ziyang, will always follow you, and will always be a disciple of the Iron Bone Clan!"
Li Qingyang, Xiao Ziji and the others laughed.
Liu Wanshi, whose eyes were filled with tears, also laughed through her tears.
Jun Changxiao shook his head and walked over. Then, he summoned the Historical Record Bamboo Scroll and patted his head, saying: "The men of the Iron Bone Clan have gold under their knees, stand up for me."
"Shua!"
Long Ziyang stood up and straightened his back.
Jun Changxiao turned around and shouted towards Longyang City: "Patriarch Long, this is your son's own choice. I, Jun Changxiao, will take him away today."
"Sigh."
On the city tower, Long Potian let out a long sigh.
Son,
I respect your choice.
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