"The eldest son, Third Young Master Long, is really frustrated!"
In the restaurant, Lin Fei couldn't help but sigh.
When the burly man took action, his methods were extremely cruel, and he beat the opponent to death in a matter of seconds.
Eighty-eight of the sacrifices and subordinates brought by Long Sanshao were killed at the hands of the other party. They were not the same enemy, and their face was completely lost.
"The more severe the suppression, the more I can get the maximum benefit by providing help in times of need."
In a short period of time, Long Zimo's men were dead and injured, and he looked at the burly man with fear in his eyes.
Many of the onlookers are used to it.
This kind of thing is the most common.
"My third brother, it's not a good idea to invite someone like you!" Long Zifei laughed, "Next time I need to find someone, third brother can definitely come to me. I guarantee that he will be better than you."
Ryuko Feichi/naked/naked blow.
In Dragon City, situations like this often happen.
Long Zifei has never regarded his third brother as his elder brother. How does a bastard who was born from a maid have any qualifications to be his elder brother.
After all, a place like the Dragon Palace is all about blood.
Long Zifei's bloodline is higher than Long Zimo's, and he has won a place in the Dragon Palace. With the large tribe behind his mother, he is full of confidence.
"Hmph, I don't need you to teach me who to choose, I can do it myself."
Faced with Long Zifei's aggressiveness, Long Zimo, the third brother, wanted to slap him to death. After all, he was the third young master of the Dragon Palace. When was he bullied, he hired a killer and swept away his followers and subordinates.
"Long Zifei, sooner or later, I will trample you under my feet, and you will never be able to stand up again in your lifetime." Long Zimo kept trying to calm down.
"As you can see, my third brother's eyesight is not very good. If you want to be my third brother's worshiper, you must think clearly. My third brother's poor eyesight does not mean that my brother is not good. Who Dare to rely on your skills. Next time I run into him~~~~~hehehe~~~~" Long Zifei chuckled.
My good third brother, your ministers and subordinates have been maimed by my people. In addition to these words, I will see who dares to become your ministers in the future.
Long Zifei was very proud.
Everyone could tell that he was threatening them.
I originally had the intention to become the worshiper of Third Young Master Long, but after these words. They had to consider how to face Fourth Master Long's anger next.
"It's too much!"
Long Zimo's face was very ugly.
This is to prevent him from being able to gain a foothold and drain him from the bottom of the cauldron!
"Counterattack, we must fight back, we can't let Long Zifei's conspiracy succeed!"
Long Zimo knew very well. The Dragon Ranking Battle is coming soon, a once-in-a-thousand-year opportunity. If I can't recruit any worshipers, my only qualifications will be stripped away. My younger brother has always come here for this qualification.
"I have 30 million true spirits. Who can come out and defeat this person?"
Gritting his teeth. Long Zimo fought back.
Thirty million true spirits are very painful to Long Zimo, and there is nothing he can do under the circumstances.
Thirty million true spirits defeated the burly man, causing a lot of commotion and making many people's hearts flutter.
"I come!"
Thirty million true spirits moved some outside geniuses.
Isn't he just a burly man? He's easy to catch.
Long Zimo looked happy. He was not afraid of spending money as long as he could defeat the opponent. Lowering your arrogance can save some face.
"Beiqiong, please help me entertain them!"
The burly man named Bei Qiong chuckled, "Don't worry, young master."
The hope it brought was shattered in an instant.
As soon as someone comes on stage. Within three rounds, Bei Qiong made a close impact, blowing the opponent's head off and leaving him in a mess.
"My good brother, I forgot to tell you that my subordinates have cultivated one billion dragon powers." Long Zifei likes to see other people's desperate expressions.
The divine power of a billion dragons frightened many people into stopping their steps.
After that, some people came up one after another.
In the end, they were all beaten to death by Bei Qiong with random punches.
Thirty million true spirits is not a small number. For those present, it is really not cost-effective to sacrifice even one life.
Long Zimo's expression was just okay at first, but as the people who came up one by one were beaten to death, his heart sank to the bottom, and despair wrapped around his body.
He knew that he had no chance in this Dragon List battle.
I believe that today's scene will spread out soon. Even if it is not these onlookers, his brother will add fuel to the fire and completely ruin his reputation.
In addition, his father may also reprimand him.
For a moment, Long Zimo felt as if the sky was falling.
"Third brother, you should go home and hug the woman, hahahaha~~~~" Long Zifei smiled proudly. He had already thought about it. He would let people spread the news later, and he also wanted to talk to his father about it. , Dragon List Battle is not something you can play.
With Beiqiong beating people to death one after another, Long Zifei believed that no one would dare to come up. He was the fourth young master of the Dragon Palace.
Long Zimo clenched his fist, veins popped out in his hand, and finally let it go.
He didn't dare to take action! ! !
If he takes action in person today and cannot get any benefits, he is afraid that he will be beaten down, and his situation in the Dragon Palace will be even worse.
"Who said just now that if you defeat him, you will get 30 million true spirits!"
At this moment, there was a sound outside.
When Long Zimo was desperate, he suddenly heard this voice and felt a surge of hope.
"It's Mr. Ben."
No matter who the visitor was, Long Zimo wanted to vent his anger. If he couldn't vent his anger, he would have trouble sleeping and eating!
When the visitor saw a man in black robe coming up and looked at the realm of Caidaluo Jinxian, he couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment.
"Hahaha, there is no need to laugh to death. In the realm of Da Luo Jinxian, my good third brother, you are becoming more and more useless." Long Zifei laughed heartily.
Long Zimo's face became even more ugly.
"Why are you laughing? Believe it or not, I will kill you with one punch."
The man in black robe was furious and released a terrifying aura.
"Thirty million true spirits, defeat this guy? What if I kill him? How much do you give me?"
The terrifying aura left many people stunned.
Some skills!
Long Zimo wanted to refuse, but when the words came to his lips, he changed his mind and said, "Kill him, and I will give you 50 million true souls."
The man in black robe suddenly laughed, "Father is right. It is easy to make money in big cities. If you kill one person, you will get 50 million true spirits. If you kill two people, you will get 100 million true spirits."
When everyone heard this, they were stunned.
I'm sorry, this is a rookie, he can say anything.
Do you really think that 50 million true souls are so easy to earn?
"Who is that~~~~ Come up here and let me punch you to death!"
The man in black robe turned a blind eye to everyone's words, and excitedly raised his fingers towards Beiqiong, a completely provocative behavior.
Everyone was speechless. Beiqiong's magical power reached a billion dragons, and he could kill you with just a few movements of his hands. The provocation was not that provocative.
