"Da Da Da ~"

At this time, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside the door, and then a vicious shout came into Long Xingchen's residence.

"Long Xingchen, you have the ability to come out quickly, what kind of man is hiding in the house!"

Listen to the voice, it's Long Xiao's.

When Long Xiao heard that Long Xingchen was back, and when he came back with a peerless beauty, he was instantly angry and went straight to Long Xingchen's residence with a group of people.

"Okay, Lao Tzu is angry, and he is thinking about how to get angry, and your dog son will come to the door. Long Xingchen clenched his fists and walked out of the door angrily.

He was still angry about what happened to Xue'er, and at this time, a grandson came to die!

Seeing Long Xingchen come out, the children of the Long family glared angrily, and Long Xiao continued to shout: "Long Xingchen, you waste, you dare to come back, if I had you, you would have died outside." “

"It's my business whether I can come back or not, what's your business? You don't care about your grandfather's business!" Long Xingchen pointed at Long Xiao and retorted.

"Long Xingchen, you ........." Long Xiao was speechless at this time.

"You...... You TM looking for death!" Knowing that Long Xingchen was scolding himself, Long Xiao was so angry that he only gritted his teeth, if it wasn't for the fact that it was broad daylight now, if it wasn't for the fact that everyone in the Long family was present now, he really wanted to slap Long Xingchen to death with one palm.

"Sixth Young Master, don't be angry first, he still thinks he is the genius he used to be!

Behind Long Xiao, a disciple of the Long family raised his strong fist and said viciously.

This disciple of the Long family is named Long Teng, and he is a warrior of the seventh rank of martial arts.

Although it is not as good as a genius like Long Xingchen, among the younger generation of the Long family, the qualifications are quite good.

"You want to go up?"

"Yes, Sixth Young Master, this kind of waste will be handed over to me to deal with, so I won't bother the young master to do this!"

Long Xiao thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, Long Teng, then you can teach this kid a good lesson for me." ”

Actually, Long Xiao didn't expect Long Teng to teach Long Xingchen a lesson, after all, yesterday he sent a Long San to kill Long Xingchen, but Long San was missing, but Long Xingchen returned to the Long family safe and sound and brought a beautiful woman back, what does this mean?

It shows that if it weren't for the fact that there was a master behind Long Xingchen, then it showed that he had recovered his strength, and Long San was far inferior to him.

What kind of reason is it, wait for Long Teng to find out when he is tempted, which is also the purpose of Long Xiao letting him make a move.

"Don't worry, Sixth Young Master, I will definitely let Long Xingchen know that it is powerful, and let him understand that waste should have the consciousness of waste. ”

After speaking, Long Teng kneaded his fists and walked slowly towards Long Xingchen step by step, his strong figure with a fierce momentum.

"Long Xingchen is going to suffer!"

"Long Teng is a martial apprentice seven-grade, and he is also relatively powerful among the martial apprentices, and he also has a yellow-level combat technique, it seems that this time Long Xingchen will be beaten half to death. “

"Come on, come on, bet, guess how many punches Long Xingchen can take this time before he falls, he used to be a warrior of the ninth rank of martial arts, although the realm is gone, but the endurance of the flesh still exists, so he should be able to withstand about 10 punches. “

"What? Ten punches? Are you kidding? I'll bet three punches, he doesn't have the strength, it's just fish on the board, and he can be slaughtered. ”

"Three punches, you also look up to Long Xingchen too much, you must know that Long Teng is a martial artist of the seventh grade, and then look at his figure, one punch is enough for Long Xingchen. ”

"A waste who can't cultivate, it is estimated that Long Teng's fist style can knock him down. ”

............

Name: Longteng

Level: Level 7 (Martial Disciple 7)

Skills: Gravel Fist (Yellow Rank Middle), Flame Palm (Yellow Tier Lower Grade)

.........

"Yo he, I'm afraid you won't come!" Long Xingchen was happy, and took a look with insight, this Long Teng talented martial artist Seven Grades, such a cultivation dare to teach himself a lesson, it's ridiculous.

"Xiaoxue, you come over and stand aside and watch, what should you do if you encounter this kind of goods in the future!" Long Xingchen instructed Murong Xue who came out of the house on the side.

"Oh. ”

With her previous experience in dealing with Zhao Tianrui, Murong Xue also skillfully stood behind Long Xingchen, extremely well-behaved, looking at Long Xingchen's broad shoulders, it seemed to give her an infinite sense of security, and at some point, Murong Xue began to be deeply infatuated with Long Xingchen's back.

"Damn it!"

Long Xiao saw Murong Xue's obedient little daughter's appearance, as well as his infatuated eyes for Long Xingchen, he only gritted his teeth with hatred, and couldn't help urging Long Teng: "Why are you procrastinating, hurry up and beat Long Xingchen to death." ”

Hearing Long Xiao's words, Long Teng didn't dare to slack off, quickened his pace, and came to Long Xingchen's face in an instant.

However, Long Xingchen was motionless.

In the face of him, a martial disciple of the seventh grade, Long Xingchen neither ran away, nor did he make any response.

"Hmph, waste, wasn't it hard just now? Why are you so scared that you can't move now?

Seeing that Long Xingchen didn't move, Long Teng only thought that Long Xingchen was stupid, so he didn't move, and the contempt in his heart became stronger and stronger, and the secret waste is waste.

"Long Teng, I think you are the one who came out to find a sense of existence, a little martial artist Qipin. Long Xingchen's eyes were full of disdain when he looked at Long Teng.

"Little Martial Disciple Seventh Grade?" Long Teng was stunned for a moment, heard Long Xingchen's disdain for him, and then sneered: "Even my little Martial Disciple Seventh Grade, that can also beat you all over the ground to find teeth!"

As he spoke, Long Teng blasted towards Long Xingchen with a punch!

"I don't think so!"

Long Xingchen smiled slightly, only stretched out his hand slightly, and then squeezed Long Teng's fist in his hand.

"You!!"

Long Teng was horrified in his heart, and looked at Long Xingchen with wide eyes, a little incredulous.

With this punch just now, he used five points of strength, which was already equivalent to the full strength of a four-star martial artist, and he was easily caught by Long Xingchen, how could this be possible!

Long Xingchen...... Isn't his dantian shattered and can't cultivate?

And that's not all.

Long Teng's hand exerted a slight force, trying to break free from Long Xingchen's shackles, but Long Xingchen's hand was like a huge iron tong, firmly holding his fist in his hand, which could not be shaken at all.

"What's going on with this Long Teng, what about teaching Long Xingchen a lesson?"

"Long Teng, what's wrong? Haven't you eaten? Beat him up. ”

The shock and bitterness in Long Teng's heart, others who had not fought with Long Xingchen would certainly not understand.

At this time, they saw that one of Long Teng's hands was caught by Long Xingchen lightly, and they thought that Long Teng had not contributed, and they were dissatisfied with Long Teng.

As everyone knows, Long Teng doesn't want to contribute, but his hands can't help at all!

Gritting his teeth, Long Teng was ruthless, his left hand was a palm, and his five fingers were palmed, and he slapped towards Long Xingchen, trying to untie the shackles of his right hand.

With this palm, he used all his strength!

The fierce palm of the martial apprentice Qipin swept by, if Long Xingchen was shot, even if he was not shot to death, he would be seriously injured, or he would be beaten.

This time, Long Teng didn't believe that Long Xingchen didn't let go of his hands to dodge.

Long Xingchen smiled slightly, facing Long Teng's left and right work, he didn't dodge at all with the full palm that flew from his left hand, he also stretched out his hand, and clamped it with two fingers, and firmly clamped the palm that Long Teng fanned in his hand.

The whistling palm wind stopped abruptly, and Long Teng's hands were controlled in Long Xingchen's hands.