Long Yunlie smiled and said nothing, looking at Long Yuanwu's father and son's eyes, with a trace of disdain.

In their minds, their own father is the most qualified to be the city lord.

The two sides confronted each other with their eyes, and each restrained the breath on his body.

Long Kui, father and son, then turned around and left.

"Third brother, I'll give you a ride. Long Zhan followed, hoping to take this opportunity to ease relations with the other brothers.

"No need!" Long Kui waved his hand, rejecting Long Zhan's kindness.

Long Zhan sighed helplessly, this incident has seriously damaged the relationship between the brothers, and he doesn't know who is the real mastermind behind the scenes.

After seeing Long Kui's father and son leave, Long Yuanwu and his father turned around and returned to the bedroom.

After returning to the bedroom, Long Yuanwu did not rush to sleep, but devoted himself to cultivation.

He had just made progress in his physical skills and needed some time to consolidate. In addition, there was a duel with the two Long Yuanmao brothers just now, and they need to use their true qi to nourish their muscles and bones.

He planned to go to the Scripture Pavilion later to borrow a book of exercises to make up for his lack of martial arts.

The Pavilion is not far from here, in the same building as the castle lord's office. Supervised by a dedicated person.

The Hidden Scripture Pavilion is the forbidden place of the Long family, and only those with certain qualifications are allowed to enter.

His current cultivation is a second-grade martial artist, and he has reached the qualification to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Of course, even if the data is not up to standard, as long as it meets the requirements in actual combat, it can also be entered.

Due to the theft of the Scripture Pavilion, the person in charge of guarding the Scripture Pavilion has been controlled, and now there is a wave of administrators.

After consolidating his cultivation, Long Yuanwu left the bedroom. There was a special person guarding outside the gate, and when they saw Long Yuanwu coming out of the gate, they all raised their vigilance.

It can be seen from their posture and reaction that they do not plan to let Long Yuanwu's family come out.

"Lord Kui has an order, and no one is allowed to come out without his order!" one of the guards said toughly.

The other pointed the spearhead at Long Yuanwu and was ready for battle.

They are all dark warriors and are very loyal to their masters.

Long Yuanwu's face was very gloomy, and his fists were creaking, but he let go helplessly. If you vent the anger in your heart on these two guards, it is estimated that it will not have much effect, but will fall into your mouth.

He knows each other very well, these dark warriors are absolutely loyal to their masters, and their masters let them die, and they dare not die.

"The city lord's seal is here, if anyone dares to stop it, they will be severely punished!" Long Zhan took the city lord's seal and suddenly appeared behind Long Yuanwu.

The two dark warriors guarding outside the door, after seeing the seal of the city lord, looked at each other and bowed down on one knee in unison.

"Just recognize me as the city lord, and get out of the way for me!" The momentum of the dragon battle was like a mountain pressing down, and within a radius of two or three zhang, there was a strong sense of oppression.

The breathing of the two dark warriors was obviously a little shorter, and under the powerful pressure of the dragon battle, they were forced to choose to compromise.

Long Yuanwu sneered, strode out of the gate, and walked in the direction of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion against the dark night.

"Lord Long Kui has ordered that no one should step into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion until the case is found out, so as not to destroy the crime scene. "The old man in charge of guarding the Scripture Pavilion has just taken up his post since the theft. The man who appointed him was Long Kui.

The job of managing the Scripture Pavilion is a beautiful job, and it is also a highly competitive job in Wolong City. The previous director of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion had been taken to investigate, and the one who had just taken office, appointed by Long Kui, was only loyal to Long Kui, and did not take Long Yuanwu's father and son in his eyes at all.

Long Yuanwu stopped in front of the gate of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and was so angry that he secretly gritted his teeth. When he met the old man's fierce eyes, a surging divine dragon power surged and fluctuated in his heart.

The old man's eyes were like a sharp dagger, poking at his chest.

Long Yuanwu couldn't help but take a step back, without the slightest doubt that if he took another step forward, he might be slapped to death by this old man.

However, as soon as the old man's words fell, a young man walked out of the gate of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion with a martial art book in his hand.

"Long Yuanmao!" A look of surprise flashed in Long Yuanwu's eyes. Hasn't the crime scene been cordoned off, how could Long Yuanmao be allowed to enter and leave freely?

The moment he bumped into Long Yuanwu, Long Yuanmao was also taken aback. thought that the other party had come to him to settle accounts. After a closer look, it was concluded that Long Yuanwu was borrowing martial arts.

"Long Yuanwu, you are so bold, you actually openly disobey the ban!" Long Yuanmao's fierce eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent. Previously, when he was fighting Long Yuanwu, he damaged his meridians, which made him feel panicked, and his hatred for Long Yuanwu personally in his heart had increased a lot, hoping to find an opportunity to take a breath.

"Long Yuanmao, don't fight in front of me. Long Yuanwu glared angrily, pointed at the arrogant and domineering Long Yuanmao, and shouted, "Tell you, the city lord of Wolong City is still my father, my father chose to close the door because he wanted to cooperate with the investigation as much as possible, you don't set an example yourself, how can you let others obey!"

With a snap, the old man in charge of managing the Scripture Pavilion slapped him on the desk: "Who can enter and who can't enter, has its own set of judging criteria!"

In the eyes of this old man, Long Yuanwu's father and son are the ghosts of this theft, and they are not worthy of respect at all.

Long Yuanwu smiled bitterly and shook his head, this old man was not so much enforcing the law impartially, but taking the opportunity to take revenge. Isn't it because he hasn't been the director of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for a long time, so he needs to hold a grudge like this!

It looks like you can't get in. Long Yuanwu could only accept his fate. Although he has the power of the Divine Dragon, with his current physique, he is far from worthy of having this power.

He needs to further hone his muscles and bones in order to go further in physical skills.

"I'm going to borrow a book of physical martial arts, it's always okay, right?"

Long Yuanwu chose to compromise, and the Treasure Pavilion treasured many martial arts, and the most unfavored physical skills were treasured separately. There is almost no threshold for borrowing. Moreover, the storage location is also relatively remote, and the perennial care is not strict.

Almost no one borrowed martial arts in physical arts, because it was difficult to make breakthroughs.

The old man confronted Long Yuanwu for a long time with sharp eyes, and then pointed impatiently towards a remote building.

The building where the art is treasured is called the Library Pavilion. Keep it with other regular books.

In the martial arts academy of Wolong City, physical arts are a basic course, and almost all related martial arts are treasured here.

In the old man's opinion, cultivating physical skills was a completely thankless task, and it was a pure waste of time.

Looking at Long Yuanwu walking towards the building where he treasured physical arts, the old man's eyes showed a hint of contempt. Only the expression of Long Yuanmao on the side, he was never relaxed.

Although he is not optimistic about Long Yuanwu's cultivation of physical arts, physical skills are a basic skill after all, and after learning them well, they will greatly promote the cultivation of spells.

"As I expected, you really chose to resist the order!" In the library pavilion, a young man held a long sword in his hand, and played a set of swordsmanship to the fullest. Seeing Long Yuanwu walk into the door, he put away his sword and stood up, his sharp eyes were sharp, revealing a bit of murderous intent.