On the test square, there was a dead silence, and the eyes of everyone present were locked on the Sky Mirror, and a white glimmer appeared on it and the word "Bingqi" on the side, forming a sharp contrast, they couldn't imagine that a young man who had been judged to be a waste vein since he was a child had actually surpassed Long Hao, who was recognized as a first-day talent in the family and a fourth-grade high-grade qualification.

Long Qian knelt on the ground, facing Long Yutian from afar, and kowtowed three times, then he got up, looked directly at Long Hao, who had returned to the area below the stairs where the juniors were, and said lightly, "Long Hao, I hereby agree to your previous request." ”

And Long Hao was still immersed in the unbelievable, his body trembled slightly, he couldn't believe it, and he couldn't believe it, for many years, a person who was regarded as a waste by him, but the speed of cultivation was faster than him, if Long Qian passed the test of the Sky Mirror, his qualifications surpassed him, but no, he was a fourth-grade cultivation qualification, and Long Qian was still a waste vein.

The shock in his thoughts, in this case, blended together, turning into a stormy wave in his mind, Long Qian's voice also came to his ears at this time, his eyes were bloodshot climbing, and gradually there was a touch of madness condensing, in a gloomy face, looking at Long Qian's face, gritting his teeth, squeezing out a few words, "Long Qian, how can you... The waste vein has cultivated to the realm of the seventh rank of soldiers. ”

At the end of the words, Long Hao seemed to think of something, or made an excuse for himself, and suddenly laughed, the laughter became louder and louder, and there was ridicule in his eyes again, he stretched out his slightly trembling hand, pointed at Long Qian, and roared loudly: "Impossible, I have never heard that the waste vein can still cultivate, you must have cheated! Long Qian, Long Qian, in order to keep the position of the young patriarch, you have done everything, even your face..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, because he found that Long Qian was still staring at him, expressionless, and he didn't even move his face, and the indifference in the pupils of those eyes made Long Hao feel that he was a clown in his heart, and it was like this, he couldn't say a word about the rest of the words.

In that high and flat place, Long Hua's shock was also dispersed by Long Hao's actions, but he didn't say anything to stop it, because what Long Hao said was the same as what he thought in his heart, if Long Qian didn't have any means of cheating, but cultivated the seven grades of soldiers with his own waste veins, what would it mean?

Long Qian is not a waste, he is a real genius, a genius among geniuses.

Long Yutian has been quietly looking at his son, he did not have a shocked look on his face like others, he only had an indescribable sense of joy in his heart, he knew that his son had proved himself with his actions, what if he was a waste vein, he could cultivate, not weaker than others!

Due to the several changes in the atmosphere in the field, the three elders also raised their heads, and when they saw the spiritual power realm measured by Long Qian, his whole body trembled slightly, and his heart was already filled with shock.

After being stunned, the three people of the City Lord's Mansion remained silent, and after glancing at each other, they turned their palms on their sides, and a black jade appeared in the palm of their hands, originally judging that Long Hao would be the owner of the dragon qi.

The black jade in their hands is a mysterious item that senses dragon qi, and the three of them need to condense the spiritual energy in their bodies to the purest trace at the same time, and then enter it before it can be activated.

The other juniors of the Long family widened their eyes one by one, some were stunned, some questioned, some were afraid, some were silent, and some were still sarcastic, and more were disdainful, thinking that Long Qian was 100% cheating.

"Let's fight! Let me see if your measured spiritual power realm is true or false, even if it is true, I, Long Hao, will definitely not lose! I am the most outstanding person in the Long family, Long Qian, I will let you know the gap between you and me! I swear here today, if I, Long Hao, lose to you Long Qian, you will be the only one in the future!" Long Hao no longer used words to vent his complicated feelings, he understood that no matter what Long Qian's qualifications were, what was the measured spiritual power realm! Moreover, he didn't fully believe in the realm that Long Qian had measured, his qualifications were there, and everyone could see it, and in today's blood country, he had never heard of a peerless person who had cultivated to the realm of a soldier!

After Long Hao's voice fell, all the juniors of the family consciously retreated, walked to the edge of the square, and gave way to most of the square, although they still discussed, but the voice was as small as the sound of mosquitoes and flies, and at this time, they didn't say anything more.

On the high platform, Long Yutian saw Long Qian's previous request, glanced at the many elders around, and under a period of silence and the final nod of the Great Elder, the loud voice resounded throughout the audience again, "Long Qian, Long Hao and the two are the two best in this family test, to determine the young patriarch, the final competition will start now!"

When the words fell, Long Qian and the two of them stood in one position, the middle distance was about ten zhang, Long Hao's face was cold, and his spiritual power was running quickly under the effect of his cultivation exercises, and he was not speaking, his fist was covered with a layer of faint cyan airflow, and his pace was steady, and he came to Long Qian in an instant, and punched out.

This is the best of the many basic martial arts of the Long family, called Qingyan Boxing, with aura with a special method, condensed in the various acupuncture points of the hand where the nerves are, in the moment of striking, it will turn into a hot huge force, falling on the body, will burn the skin and flesh, and paralysis.

The three of Su Yu at the pavilion, seeing that the time had come, looked at the two young men who were fighting, and put the palms on their sides to conceal them, and each sent out a spiritual power that had been compressed and condensed dozens of times and became extremely pure, and entered the black jade.

"You are a fourth-grade qualification, and I am not surprised that Qingyan boxing was practiced by you, after all, I will too. Long Qian didn't dodge or dodge, when Long Hao's fist was two inches away from his face, the cyan aura on his palm was swirling, and he reached out and grabbed Long Hao's fist in his hand.

The same martial arts used by the two of them, when they came into contact with each other, there was white qi on their palms at this moment, and when they listened carefully, there was a sound of "呲呲".

"What's the situation, this is impossible, this Qingyan boxing technique, I have been practicing since I was thirteen years old, and I have barely achieved it until now I am fifteen, and you have actually cultivated to perfection. Long Hao was taken aback again, his fist was blocked by Long Qian, and he could see the cyan aura in his hand, his complexion changed greatly, and he couldn't help but let out a sound.

Long Hua on the high platform, staring at the fight between the two teenagers, he muttered to himself: "Qingyan Boxing Technique... Hao'er cultivates day and night, this dragon is obviously a waste vein, why, why is this happening. ”

Long Yutian wanted to speak and stopped, the change in Long Qian's body first had the qualification and then this Qingyan boxing technique, and the qualification of the absolute pulse had been determined, but he was still able to cultivate to this realm, and it was obvious that the hard work he had put in was unimaginable to his irresponsible father, who had not visited his son a few times for many years.