The strongest group won the first place and tortured the direct descendants of the Long family who bullied them one by one.

It's cool though.

But Long Ziyang felt that it was not exciting enough or enjoyable enough!

Simply put.

No one can hit him!

At this time, Long Zixuan, the strongest direct descendant of the Long family, appeared and said that if you are not satisfied with fighting, you can declare war on me.

Facing the eldest cousin in the family, he is in heaven and he is on earth, even a weak ant.

Now I find that it's nothing more than that. At most, he has higher qualifications and stronger cultivation than himself.

In this case, why fear a battle!

Long Ziyang stood outside the martial arts arena, pointed with one hand, and the camera followed through several hundred meters and landed on Long Zixuan, saying: "Long Zixuan, come on stage and fight!"

That voice, that look.

Extremely proud!

In full view of the Long family, declaring war on the strongest direct lineage made his blood boil and he felt very exciting.

Seeing his son so domineering, Long Potian was not only happy but also proud!

"brush!"

Long Zixuan stepped on the intricate dragon walking steps, dragged the afterimage to stop on the martial arts field, and said: "After running away from home, not only has my cultivation improved, but I have also become very arrogant."

"It's okay." Long Ziyang said.

When I was cooking, I was easily bullied by you, so I had no choice but to learn from my master.

Now that I have become stronger, if I don't show off my power, will I be worthy of the various experiences I have experienced in the Iron Bone Sect?

"Senior Brother Long, come on!"

Liu Wanshi also knew that Long Zixuan was a strong enemy, so she waved and shouted.

Li Qingyang, Xiao Sinji and others also gave their junior brother encouraging looks.

This kind of eighth-grade martial artist with holy qualifications is also a powerful enemy for them. It will be the biggest test for the junior brother to fight against him.

Jun Changxiao sat steadily on the chair with a smile on his lips.

With the master's gaze and the encouragement from his fellow disciples, Long Ziyang's eyes flashed with strong fighting spirit.

"Can we start?"

"bring it on."

"call!"

Long Zixuan stepped on the dragon walking step, appeared in front of Long Ziyang at extremely fast speed, and punched him directly with the sound of dragon roar.

He is indeed the strongest direct descendant of the Long family. The Dragon Yin Fist he performs is much stronger than Long Zishan in terms of speed and strength!

boom!

There was an explosion and air waves were flying!

Thumb! Thumb! Thunk!

Long Ziyang took six or seven steps back before he stabilized his body, his eyes becoming more solemn than ever before.

Long Zixuan is too fast. Although he can catch it, he can't avoid it and can only resist with his body!

Fortunately, after going through all kinds of physical training, after receiving a punch, he just retreated, which was not a big deal.

What's more important is that he is also wearing soft silk armor!

The elders of the Long family were dumbfounded.

Some of them were only in the third or fifth grade of martial arts, and it would be extremely difficult to receive a punch from Long Zixuan.

That kid not only caught it, but he also looked like he was fine. His physical body was too strong, right?

"brush!"

Long Zixuan rushed over again, using the Dragon Roar Fist. The shadow of the fist and the sound of the dragon's roar filled the martial arts arena.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There was a slight gap in strength between Long Ziyang and him. Although he could dodge one or two moves, it was impossible to dodge them all. He was immediately hit by several punches and fell back to the edge of the martial arts arena.

"Are you still arrogant?" Long Zixuan asked.

"Kakaka!"

Long Ziyang shook his head, shook his shoulders, endured the pain from his body, and grinned: "This is exciting, this is fun."

Long Zixuan frowned slightly.

Each blow weighed more than 120,000 to 30,000 kilograms. This guy had to bear it repeatedly, so he must have been injured.

"brush!"

Long Zixuan attacked again.

This time he used a stronger Dragon Palm!

A series of powerful palm seals spread out in an instant, and the strength soared to 150,000 kilograms!

Brush! Brush! Brush!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Long Ziyang was hit again, from one edge to another, and finally he staggered to steady himself.

Why not hide?

Because there is no way to avoid it!

The gap between an eighth-grade martial artist with a saint-grade spiritual root and a fifth-grade martial artist like him is really not that big.

All we can do is rely on our physical body to resist.

"My eldest cousin is awesome!"

"Look, that guy was very arrogant just now. Now he's not being abused and can't help it."

"A genius like my cousin is an absolute core disciple in first- and second-rate sects. Does he think he is qualified to declare war after learning a few tricks outside?"

The direct descendants of the Long family began to discuss, with joy on their brows.

Long Ziyang's performance just now shocked them and was difficult to accept. Now that they saw being abused, they were naturally happy.

Long Potian murmured: "My son, although you are not Long Zixuan, if you have resisted for so long in the martial arts arena, it is even more honorable to lose."

Glory despite defeat?

Jun Changxiao shook his head and said: "Master Long, don't make a conclusion so early."

Well?

Long Potian was startled and said, "Is it possible for my son to win?"

Jun Chang smiled and said: "It's hard to say with certainty until the end of the competition. However, based on my understanding of Ziyang, we must have a 99% winning rate no matter what."

The corners of Long Potian's mouth twitched.

What is the difference between 99% and 100% winning rate?

However, since Head Jun is so confident, Head Long can't help but secretly wonder: "Is it really possible for my son to win?"

Under the pressure of strength, martial arts, and qualifications, he really couldn't figure out how his son could win.

…

On the martial arts field.

Long Zixuan did not attack for the time being and said calmly: "Your physical defense is pretty good."

Long Ziyang felt sore all over his body, but he endured it. He smiled proudly and said: "In the Iron Bone Sect, there are many senior brothers who are physically stronger than me."

"Yeah?"

Long Zixuan looked at Li Qingyang and others in the audience and said: "I really want to fight them after defeating you."

"Feel sorry."

Su Xiaomo said: "We never fight against our junior brother's defeated generals."

"that is."

Li Fei said: "Those who can't even defeat Junior Brother Long are not qualified to challenge us."

The two of them spoke very arrogantly, which made the direct descendants of the Long family quite angry.

That boy Long Ziyang was obviously tortured to death by his eldest cousin. Didn't this Iron Bone Sect disciple see it?

"All right."
To be continued...