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Chapter 110 Masters are like clouds, geniuses are like rain(1/2)

So domineering.

Looking at the horses walking slowly on the long street, with Yan Chunyang shouting in front and back like a tiger cleaning the street, Li Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and two golden lights, one shallow and one deep, reflected each other.

[Little Dragon Divine Sword (Level 7)]

[Using a complete dragon king as the material, supplemented by ten thousand kinds of refined iron, and tempered by the heavenly luck mysterious weapon and the demon-suppressing dragon's divine sword energy, the divine weapon is born]

[Conditions for mastering: Perfection of Demon-Subduing Tiangang, Perfect Dragon God Sword Technique]

[Control effect: Level 7 (Light Gold): Demon-Conquering Tiangang Dzogchen, Dragon God Sword Technique Dzogchen

Sixth level (yellow): thunder dragon shape, dragon shape]

[Little Dragon Divine Armor (eighth level)]

[Mainly made of dragon scales, supplemented by hundred gods incense, spirituality has been born]

[Conditions for control: pure yang body, master level horizontal practice Dzogchen]

[Control effect: Level 8 (gold): Blessing of a hundred gods

Level 7 (Light Gold): Hard to be hurt by a thousand blades, talent for horizontal training]

Seventh-level divine sword, eighth-level divine armor!

He is still a treasured boy...

Looking down at the long street from the sixth floor, Li Yuan couldn't help but be a little speechless. Thinking about Lao Dao Nie who didn't have a magic weapon, he wanted to shed bitter tears for him.

"People are more likely to die than others.'

Li Yuan's attention was focused on the magic weapon, and only when he heard Shi Yushu's murmur did he remember who this person was.

The only king with a different surname in Universiade, the only disciple of Zhenwu King Wan Zhuliu, he was granted the title of Marquis at a young age, had extraordinary talents, and was a young prodigy.

It is said that when he was born, thousands of temples in the imperial capital were shaken, and the gods blessed him, which caused a sensation in the world...

"Yan Chunyang is actually here too?"

Shi Yushu was shocked in his heart. He looked back at Li Yuan and saw that he was looking at him with great interest. He didn't seem to recognize who it was, so he couldn't help but whisper:

"Junior Brother Li, this person is the only disciple of King Zhenwu and the number one among the younger generation of Wanlong Dao..."

"heard about it."

Li Yuan nodded, but something moved in his heart. He remembered that it seemed that Long Xinglie came down from the mountain half a year ago, and it seemed that he was going to 'greet' this person?

'Where's Senior Brother?'

Li Yuan changed his mind and looked towards the long street. Yan Chunyang reined in the horse. At the end of the long street, Long Xinglie stepped forward, followed by Xin Wenhua, Shan Hong, Lin Fangzhui and others.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and the long street seemed to have become quiet.

"Long Xinglie."

Yan Chunyang held the reins of his horse and looked at Long Xinglie at the end of the long street indifferently. His voice was not loud, but everyone inside and outside the long street heard it clearly:

"Is the injury healed?"

There was a hint of joking in the indifference, and Li Yuan in the restaurant frowned a little when he heard this.

"Some minor injuries, nothing serious."

Long Xinglie's expression remained unchanged and he responded tit for tat: "I heard that the imperial court's 'Yulu Pill' is a holy medicine for healing. Originally, Long didn't believe it, but now it seems that it is indeed well-deserved.

Marquis Yan’s severe injuries are now invisible to all."

"~"

Yan Chunyang twitched his lips: "You overestimate yourself. How have I ever been injured?"

"Yes or no, you know and I know."

Long Xingliejing did not dwell on this, and said calmly: "Although Mr. Yanhou has many places to go, as the host, Long still asked routinely, does Mr. Yanhou want to stay at the inn?"

"No need."

Yan Chunyang flicked the reins of his horse, and a group of martial arts masters in front of him and behind him had followed him away. Before leaving, he raised his head as if aware of something and looked at the restaurant beside him.

Shi Yulou was watching when he suddenly caught a glimpse and was slightly startled.

"You are very impressive."

After watching King Zhenwu and his entourage leave, Li Yuan said something to Shi Yulou, then quickly went downstairs and found Long Xinglie.

"Big brother."

Li Yuan bowed his hands in greeting.

Shi Yulou also hurriedly followed, bowed his hands and saluted, and introduced himself to his family.

"It turns out to be the young owner of the village."

Long Xinglie returned the favor without rejecting their invitation, and led Xin Wenhua and others upstairs.

At this time, the waiter in the restaurant brought the food and wine.

"Senior Brother, have you fought against Yan Chunyang?"

As soon as he sat down and hadn't drank a glass of wine, Lin Fangzhui couldn't wait to ask. This true disciple who was ranked fourth on the Dragon Ranking had a dark, honest face and a deep voice.

"In half a year, we fought seven times."

Long Xinglie held the wine glass, his expression calm with a hint of solemnity: "This person's talent is probably not inferior to that of his master Wan Zhuliu. I have not been able to find a chance to win after seven fights."

All seven battles a draw?

The expressions of everyone in the box changed.

No one present knew much about Yan Chunyang, and their knowledge was limited to information. But how could everyone not know about Long Xinglie's innate martial arts?

It is recognized by the world as the true seed that has the potential to be a land god.

and......

"Well, then Yan Chunyang seems to be less than forty?"

Xin Wenhua couldn't sit still.

"Thirty percent."

Long Xinglie's heart was obviously not as calm as he appeared on the surface: "This person is proficient in many kinds of secret arts, and has even practiced Wan Zhuliu's two magical skills of 'Subduing Demon Tiangang' and Dragon Divine Sword to the fourth level..."

"Talent, better than me."

this......

Everyone in the box looked at each other and could hear the fear in Long Xinglie's voice.

"Another Wan Zhuliu?"

Lin Fang was squeezing the wine glass, and his heart was shaken: "Then this time the various martial arts performances..."

"I can't find a chance to win, and neither can he."

Long Xinglie drank all the wine in his glass and poured it down heavily: "After returning to the mountain this time, I will go into seclusion to prepare for the various martial arts performances in two years."

"I wish you a great victory, Senior Brother."

Everyone raised their glasses.

The atmosphere in the box was a little solemn. Long Xinglie drank a few glasses of wine and asked:

"By the way, when I just returned to the city, I heard that there were two dragon and tiger appearances in half a year?"

"true."

Xin Wenhua nodded and talked about the shock caused by the two dragons and tigers appearing together.

"After the first dragon and tiger appeared together, I was looking for this person, and even stayed with several elders of the sect for a while..."

Lin Fangzhui added.

"There are many speculations inside and outside the sect that this person is probably the rumored Black Whale Hammer Master Li Yuanba."

Shan Hong spoke very little, and then she spoke hoarsely.

"Li Yuanba?"

Long Xinglie frowned slightly: "Li Yuanba is probably a pseudonym, but it is indeed possible that he is the master of the Black Whale Hammer. If true, it may not be a good thing."

"They are all thinking about me.

Li Yuan drank in silence, listening to everyone's discussion, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

"Um?!"

While everyone was talking, they suddenly heard an extremely high-pitched roar of a tiger in the distance.

"The Patriarch's Stone Plaque?"

Long Xinglie frowned. Xin Wenhua, Shan Hong and others had jumped out of the window. Li Yuan followed the sound and saw the gate of Longhu Mountain.

The wind roared, and the shadow of a huge white tiger appeared in the sky, roaring upwards to the sky, with a loud roar, attracting the attention of countless people.
To be continued...
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