Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety-Eight Feasts Are Scattered All over the World

?Long Ziyang won, but won't be happy.

Because Long Ziyang lost in the forced display of advanced martial arts, he was not defeated by himself.

In fact, if you think about it from another angle, if you can resist five bombardments with the knot seal cover, you can still be safe, in fact, it is a victory.

As Long Zixuan uttered the words 'you won', the battle came to an end.

All the direct descendants of the Long family were stunned on the spot.

The strongest direct descendant of the Long family used the strongest martial arts of the Long family, but they failed to defeat that guy. This is too unimaginable!

"Pfft!"

Long Ziyang sat on the ground with his butt down, and grinned, "Big brother, your phantom dragon palm is so strong that I almost couldn't hold it."

Long Zixuan: "..."

This guy is definitely performing, definitely to save himself some face.

Yes.

Long Ziyang sat paralyzed on the ground, just to save face for the big brother.

After all, they are the same clan, and there is no deep hatred.

Even the direct descendants of the Long family, who were lying neatly together before, were only abused by him, but did not suffer any internal injuries.

Long Potian was in tears, and his hands were shaking violently.

My son, won.

Win the strongest of the younger generation of the Long family!

At that moment, as a father, he was proud and proud!

Jun Chang smiled, and his sweaty fists loosened.

When Long Zixuan used his Spirit Illusionary Dragon Palm to blast over, he seemed to be extremely calm, but he was actually panicked, for fear that his disciples would not be able to carry it.

The system said: "Your disciple, there is a gap between your strength and Long Zixuan, but your physical strength is far ahead, and you can use the seal hood to resist spiritual power-type magic skills without any problem."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"It's not bad to make the host nervous."

"Depend on."

...

The Dragon family competition was over. Long Ziyang won the top spot in the strongest group and defeated the strongest direct line of the Long family, which undoubtedly proved himself with his strength.

It also proved the martial arts of the Iron Bone School.

Although the level is not too high, it is at least not inferior to most of the martial arts of the Long family.

"Hey."

In the courtyard of Xiyuan, Su Xiaomo rubbed her hands together and said, "I also want to fight that holy spirit root Long Zixuan."

Li Qingyang shook his head and said, "This Dragon family lineage is too strong. If we don't rely on the talisman from the head, it will be very difficult for us to defeat it."

Yes.

It is difficult for them to compete with Long Zixuan.

But it is not without merit, at least the physical strength is stronger than the opponent.

The defense is high, and sometimes it can be regarded as an attack.

Just like Long Ziyang, who exhausted Long Zixuan by knotting the seal cover.

"cut."

Ye Xingchen, who was sitting in the distance, snorted coldly.

Of course you can't beat him, but if this emperor fights against him, he will definitely be able to beat him and find the north.

Why is Yedi so confident?

Because, during this time, he was not only comprehending the martial arts of the sect, but also practicing the martial arts of the previous life.

certainly.

High-level martial arts are difficult to display due to insufficient cultivation, but there is no problem in using top-level martial arts.

How many martial arts does the Dragon family have?

Can it be more than our Lord Yedi?

If Ye Xingchen and Long Zixuan had fought against each other before, all kinds of martial arts would make him dizzy.

It's a pity that this is the Long family and the home court of Long Ziyang, so it's hard for Ye Di to come out and pretend.

...

"son."

In the study, Long Potian said with his hands behind his back: "Don't go back to the Iron Bone School, stay in the family and continue to practice."

"what?"

Long Ziyang was dumbfounded.

Long Potian said: "Father and the elders are getting older, you juniors should also take responsibility."

"Father, I..."

"Just based on your performance yesterday, you will inherit the position of the head of the family in the future. I believe that as a father, no one will object."

Long Ziyang was stunned again.

The head of the family, he hadn't even thought about it before.

After all, there is a big gap between the big brother and the others. I didn't expect that my father would value me so much now!

"You stay and explain for the father and the sect head." Long Potian said.

"Father."

Long Ziyang said: "My son is a disciple of the Iron-Bone Clan Sect one day, and a disciple of the Iron-Bone Clan Sect all his life, please let me follow the head back to the sect to continue practicing!"

good.

The position of the head of the family is tempting.

But Long Ziyang never thought of inheriting it in the past. Now he just wants to follow the head of the sect wholeheartedly, with all the brothers and sisters, and cultivate and live in the sect.

"Sect Master Jun can certainly train you to become a talent, but my Long family also needs an heir." Long Potian said solemnly.

"Pfft!"

Long Ziyang knelt down and said, "Father, I just want to follow the head of Jun, and they are also qualified to be the heirs."

"Bastard!" Long Potian reprimanded.

As a father, he is selfish, and naturally wants to pass on the position of head of the family to his son, not to his nephew.

Before, Long Ziyang's performance disappointed him, and he never thought about it.

Now that his strength has improved, and he can defeat Long Zixuan, he naturally has plans to become the head of the young family.

Those elders must have nothing to say!

It's a pity that Long Ziyang didn't want to take over a family that was comparable to the fourth or fifth class.

He prefers to be in the Iron Bone Clan, although the cultivation is very hard, and although he occasionally gets hit in the face by the ball, there is warmth and love there, and it is his second home!

"Father……"

"do not talk."

Long Potian said: "I have talked to the head of Jun, and he has now taken his disciples away. From today, you will learn the way of running a family from your father in the Long family."

"Master... Master is gone?"

Long Ziyang trembled, stood up and rushed out.

When he came to Xiyuan Courtyard, he didn't see the sect master or fellow sects, but only saw a piece of paper on the table in the living room.

"Ziyang, be your direct descendant in the Long family. When you take over as the head of the family in the future, you can show off to outsiders. The current head of the Long family is cultivated here."

"remember."

"One day's Tie Guzheng sect disciple, and a lifetime Tie Guzheng sect disciple."

"Don't chase, this is the order of the head."

The signer, you often laugh.

"Master."

Long Ziyang held the letter in the palm of his hand, and his tears couldn't help flowing.

"Whoa--"

The clouds were overcast, and the rain poured down.

Looking at Longyang City from the wild, the rain and fog shrouded it, as if wearing a thin gauze coat.

on the official road.

Jun Changxiao led his disciples to walk in the rain.

Because of the spiritual body protection, the water droplets were bounced out the moment they contacted the clothing.

"Master."

Li Qingyang said, "Won't Junior Brother Long follow him back?"

"After all, he is the direct line of the big family, so how can he stay in the Iron Bone faction forever." Jun Chang smiled.

"Hey."

Su Xiaomo said sadly, "I didn't expect that this time with Junior Brother Long, it would be a farewell."

Liu Wanshi cried and said, "Sect Master, I don't want Senior Brother Long to leave, I hope everyone will always be happy together."

Jun Changxiao looked up at the gloomy sky, and said with a complicated mood: "There is no such thing as a banquet in the world."

Everyone was silent.

A year is not too long, but these disciples, in the laughter and the hard training, have long cultivated a deep friendship.

Now that he is separated from Long Ziyang, his mood is mixed.

"Um?"

At this moment, Su Xiaomo raised his head, pointed to the front, and exclaimed: "Master, look!"

Jun Changxiao, Li Qingyang, and the others looked at each other, and saw a man who was drenched in soup on the official road in front of him.

His hair was wet and his eyelashes were dripping with water, but his eyes were firm.

who is it?

It's Long Ziyang!

"Master!"

He clenched his fists, knelt on the ground with a thud, splashed with water, and shouted loudly: "Unless you expel me from the master's door, I, Long Ziyang, will always follow you, and I will always be a disciple of the iron-boned sect!"

Li Qingyang, Xiao Xunji and others laughed.

The tearful Liu Wanshi also burst into tears.

Jun Changxiao shook his head and walked over, then summoned the Shiji bamboo slips, patted him on the head, and said, "The man with the iron bones has gold under his knees, stand up for this seat."

"brush!"

Long Ziyang stood up and straightened his back.

Jun Changxiao turned around and shouted at Longyang City: "Long Family Master, this is your son's choice. I, Jun Changxiao, took him away today."

"Hey."

From the tower, Long Potian let out a long sigh.

son,

Respect your choices for the Father.