Xia Xue was stunned for a moment, she suddenly felt that Long Xi was no longer the same, his eyes were full of the taste of a mature man, and he was not a little confused.

"Could it be that you ......", Xia Xue was speechless.

Long Xi looked at her pretty little face and said, "I'm fine, thank you."

Hei Tu squeezed in out of nowhere, pulled Long Xi's sleeve and asked, "Long Xi, are you Long Xi?"

Long Xi smiled and said, "I'm ...... Brother Heitu, thank you, thank you."

Then, he waved his hand to the crowd and said, "You are tired, leave it to me."

The crowd cheered, and the sound was so loud that it almost collapsed the house.

Without feeling hopelessness, it is impossible to understand how exhilarating it is to turn a crisis into a safe place.

The striker listened to the chaos in the house outside, and was very puzzled, muttering: "What the hell do you want to do again, this time Lao Tzu will not be fooled."

He yelled, "Kill!"

The dragon guards didn't move, because at this time a person slowly walked out of the house.

The straw hat covered half of his face, Long Xi raised his head and forced his gaze: "Who dare!"

The striker involuntarily stepped back and said, "Young Master Longxi, you're not dead?"

Then, he himself shook his head and said in desperation: "Impossible, you must be a fake, brothers, don't be afraid of him, he is a fake".

The striker shouted at the top of his voice, but the dragon protectors behind him remained motionless.

The striker couldn't help but be a little shaken at the moment, and said in a panic: "Why, didn't you say that you would be loyal to Lord Longteng together, why don't you move."

The Dragon Protector Clan still didn't move, and one of the people standing at the back suddenly rushed to say: "We said that we were loyal to Lord Longteng, but that was in the absence of Young Master Longxi, and we all thought it was ...... at that time."

Tian Rong suddenly rushed out of the room and shouted, "You all think I killed Young Master Longxi, right? But now, the truth is right in front of you."

The striker pointed at Long Xi and said angrily: "He is fake, you see he always wears a straw hat, that is his mask."

Tian Rong was also a little nervous at this time, after all, if the Central Plains people don't have hair, they are monks.

Who knew that Longxi didn't care, took off his hat, showed his bald head and said, "I'm sorry, change your hairstyle."

The striker laughed and said, "How's it going? Everyone has seen it, he's a fake, he's a monk."

The dragon protectors still didn't move.

The striker was slightly broken down at this time, and pulled and said, "What's the matter, you're all dead?

Long Xi slowly walked down the stone steps, and said with a smile: "I know my family's dragon guardian clan better than anyone else, they are not as stupid as you, they are my proudest subordinates, I believe them as if I believed in myself."

The striker yelled like crazy, he didn't believe that Long Xi would not be injured at all, so he pounced like a mad dog again.

Long Xi sneered: "Everyone, if I am real, it will be clear when I make a move."

He gently drew half a circle on the ground with his toes, standard and smooth, and all the dragon protectors could clearly know that this was the basic sword move of the Dragon family's swordsmanship.

The striker's body was still in mid-air, and an invisible air current unloaded one of his arms.

Blood splattered.

He roared, turned and sprinted out the door.

Tian Rong hurriedly shouted: "Don't let him go."

Long Xi suddenly stopped and did not chase again.

He glanced fixedly at the dragon guards standing at the gate.

"Young master, we know what to do", the dragon guards shouted in unison, "catch the forward traitor".

Twenty or thirty men pounced at the same time, firmly pressing the striker to the ground.

Long Xi walked up lightly and snorted, "How is it?"

The striker stared at the blood-red eyes, and shouted frantically: "Long Xi, you are still lost, don't forget that tomorrow will be the world's martial arts, you are still in a hurry, hahaha, the real king is Lord Long Teng", he suddenly lost control and slammed his head on the ground.

There was a muffled "bang".

The striker lay stiff on the ground, a thick pool of blood pouring out of his head.

Hei Tu hurriedly covered Xia Xue's eyes, that scene was too bloody.

Long Xi looked at the corpse of the striker and said, "You can't see who loses or who wins."

He turned around, faced the dragon protection clan, and said in a deep voice: "Who is willing to follow me now, you also heard what the striker said just now, tomorrow is the world will be martial, I am bound to fight with Long Teng, he just said that I am not in a hurry, do you believe it?"

The dragon protector clan raised their hands and shouted in unison: "If you don't believe it, your subordinates swear to follow Young Master Longxi to the death."

Long Xi waved his hand and said, "Okay, since that's the case, you go back now."

The dragon protector clan turned around and left very obediently, and without taking two steps, a few suddenly turned around and asked, "Young master, we are leaving, what about you."

Long Xi pursed his lips and smiled: "I can't see him yet, you go back and tell Long Teng to clean up the ring tomorrow and wait for me."

……

The night is long.

No moonlight, no starlight.

Long Xi slowly walked on a small path, Tian Rong chased after him, panting and said, "What are you doing so late?"

Long Xi turned around and smiled: "Take a walk, what about you."

Tian Rong's smile was not as easy as his, she barely squeezed out a smile and said, "Are you sure tomorrow?"

Long Xi exhaled and said, "Are you talking about the duel tomorrow?"

Tian Rong pursed her lips and said, "Otherwise, you can be honest, are you sure to win Longteng?"

Long Xi spread his hands and said, "Who knows."

Tian Rong was surprised: "Then you still tell him."

Long Xi said: "What's wrong?"

Tian Rong opened her mouth wide and said: "Why aren't you nervous at all, don't you tell him to let Long Teng prepare in advance, I really don't understand what is going on with you, obviously he thinks you are dead, if you surprise tomorrow, maybe ......."

Long Xi laughed twice and said, "He thought I was dead, but I told him that I was alive and well, wouldn't it be even more surprising."

"You mean?"

Long Xi said slowly: "I only know that people like us who practice martial arts, if there is no opponent, their hearts will be very empty, and once they know that there is a strong opponent, they will be so excited that they can't sleep at night."

Tian Rong still didn't understand it, and pondered: "I heard my father once say that a strong swordsman will make the opponent more warlike."

Long Xi shook his head and said, "That's not right."

"Isn't that right?"

"Oh, yes, yes......".

Tian Rong muttered, "Is it right?"

Long Xi smiled and said: "Yes, it depends on the situation, just take this time, Long Teng's purpose is not to fight me, he can't wait to put me to death in advance, I wish I couldn't go to the world to know martial arts, what purpose, but the word power, he wants power, so his purpose is not martial arts."

Tian Rong's eyes flashed and said: "I understand, he is actually afraid of fighting you, you tell him in advance now, just to make him afraid."

Long Xi said: "I can't sleep tonight, he doesn't want to be safe, fear is sometimes more terrible than real injury."

Tian Rong stared at his eyes and smiled meaningfully.

Long Xi's eyes were very bright, he turned around leisurely and said, "Why are you looking at me, there are flowers on my face."

Tian Rong gently got into his arms and said, "Who said you couldn't sleep well tonight, I have a way to make people fall asleep easily."

Long Xi blinked and said, "You don't want to contribute yourself, do you?"

Tian Rong rubbed his chin with his head, and gasped: "I heard that a man can only truly relax when he is completely released."

Long Xi was silent for a while, and said slowly, "You don't regret it?"

Tian Rong's breath became more and more turbid, and became more and more urgent, "Since this can increase the chances of winning, why not."

(End of chapter)