“Too slow.”

This is Long Qingchen's evaluation of Long Xueyi. During the process of Long Xueyi using the Blood Dragon Shadow, he could kill Long Xueyi more than ten times.

Because Long Xueyi used the Blood Dragon Shadow too slowly, and it took a full breath!

For him, it is naturally not difficult to use dozens of martial arts in one breath, killing Long Xueyi more than ten times.

Of course, he did not mean to underestimate the shadow of the Blood Dragon.

The Blood Dragon Shadow is a martial art created by the Blood Ancestral Dragon. It is stronger than the average imperial-level martial arts. Only by being above the Dragon Lord’s cultivation level can you use the true mystery of the Blood Dragon Shadow.

Dragon Bloody Yi used the second-level Dragon King realm to display the Blood Dragon Shadow, which felt a bit "flavorful and unreal", so he was so slow and his power was not good, and he could not even exert one-millionth of the Blood Dragon Shadow.

Buzz!......

He took action, but did not use any martial arts. He simply raised one hand, spread his five fingers, and the dragon power instantly spread out, condensed into a dragon power giant claw, and immediately grabbed the shadow of the blood dragon!

roar!......

The Blood Dragon Shadow struggled violently in his dragon power claws, roaring out a shocking dragon roar, but couldn't get out of it.

"Destroy."

He held his palm slightly, and the dragon's giant claws closed.

boom!

The shadow of the blood dragon suddenly shattered!

Immediately afterwards, his palm stretched forward, and the dragon's giant claws appeared above Long Xueyi's head like a blue cloud.

Finally, his palm pressed down.

He didn't even bother to take a look, so he turned around indifferently and walked off the ring.

Boom!......

Behind him, a dazzling light burst out, and a dull sound came out!

The academicians and disciples watched this scene blankly, and the dragon's giant claw fell down. The entire ring instantly disappeared, and a huge pit in the shape of a palm appeared. Long Xueyi was trapped at the bottom of the giant pit, covered with cracks, bleeding from his mouth and nose, not knowing whether it was death or life.

One move!

This is too fast, right?

I thought that the showdown between the two saints would be a battle between dragons and tigers. Without more than a thousand moves, there would be no winner. Unexpectedly, with just one move, Long Xueyi was suppressed!

The disciples couldn't help but shudder. It was not that Long Xueyi was not strong, but that Long Qingchen's strength was too terrifying. Obviously, the hundred years of thinking behind closed doors did not allow Long Qingchen to be surpassed by the geniuses of the same generation, but instead made him even more surpass the geniuses of the same generation!

The old mansion master changed his expression and quickly flew into the huge pit to investigate Long Xueyi's injuries.

Although Long Xueyi looked miserable and covered with cracks, it was actually nothing serious, he was just shocked.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief. Although compared with Long Qingchen, Long Xueyi is not that "value" to the Dragon Clan, Long Xueyi is at least the number one genius of the young generation in contemporary times. If something unexpected happens, it will be a huge loss for the Dragon Clan, and he is not easy to explain to the clan elders.

At the same time, he was even more shocked by Long Qingchen's strength. If the strength was increased a little, Long Xueyi's inner organs would be shattered directly. If the strength was reduced a little, Long Xueyi would not be able to faint. It can be seen that Long Qingchen's control of power had reached an extremely accurate level!

"I'm leaving, I'll see you again if I have time."

Long Qingchen said, planning to leave.

"Let's go, let's go."

The old mansion master waved his hand with a wry smile. This kid is just a bad star. Every time he comes back, there will be no good things... I wish this kid would leave early and never come!

When passing by the academicians, Long Qingchen bowed slightly to show respect.

In the past, when he was in the Dragon Blood Martial Arts Mansion, the sermons of the academicians had no effect on him. However, these academicians taught the young generations of the dragon clan from generation to generation, which is indeed worthy of respect.

"Brother Chen."

Among the academicians, a young academician walked out and called out.

Long Qingchen was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared, patted the young academician on the shoulder, pointed at the disciples and said, "Teach these little guys well. When encountering disobedient people, beat them when they should, and scold them when they should. If their parents dare to settle the score with you, let their parents come to me and I will support you. Of course, in the future, my child may also practice in the Dragon Blood Martial Arts Mansion, so you can't fight. Otherwise, Sister Xuan will burn the entire Dragon Blood Martial Arts Mansion directly, and I can't save you."

"Remember Brother Chen's teachings."

Long Qingze nodded with a wry smile.

Long Qingchen patted his shoulder again and left the martial arts field with a loud laugh.

The hatred of youth has become a symbol in memory. Looking back, it may not be so beautiful, but it is essential, because it is the price of growth.

Needless to say it, it’s tacit, and it’s all jokes!

In just one step, Long Qingchen appeared in the back mountain.

"Quake!"

The colorful bird was startled and shook his head and screamed, "The evil star Long Qingchen is here, and the evil star Long Qingchen is here!"

Long Qingchen reached out and grabbed its long neck, lifted it up, and threw it on the ground, saying angrily, "Okay, don't pretend to be stupid, just come and see your family, it's nothing."

"That's good."

The colorful bird flapped its wings and then felt relieved.

The white-winged finches smiled and took out a few fruits from the tree hole to entertain her husband's guests.

"Thank you, aunt."

Long Qingchen took the fruit, thanked him, and sat on the ground.

The three colorful white fins circled around Long Qingchen, sometimes pecking at his clothes and sometimes pecking at his hair. Long Qingchen didn't mind and let them play. It's been a hundred years since they were still a child's character. It seems that the growth period of the colorful white fins is relatively long.

The colorful bird looked at Long Qingchen deeply, as if he could see through him, "Boy, I haven't seen him for a hundred years, and I have made a lot of progress."

"Your family is also good, and it has been strengthened a lot. Have you stolen the treasures of heaven and earth in the Dragon Blood Martial Arts Treasure House?"

Long Qingchen could also clearly sense it, and the cultivation of this family has also improved a lot.

The colorful bird's eyes widened, "How do you know?"

Long Qingchen almost vomited blood. He was just a joke. Unexpectedly, he really ate it. "Does there be me? I promise not to tell the old master."

The colorful bird looked at him vigilantly, "It's gone, it's finished."

In fact, Long Qingchen just teased it, not really asking for it. He is not short of cultivation resources.

As if he heard the sound, Long Qingqing walked out of the yard, looked at him, as if he said to him, and seemed to mutter to himself, "Have you been one hundred years? Time flies so fast."

"Yes, a full hundred years."

Long Qingchen stood up and bowed.

A hundred years have passed, and the eight elders of the Qinglong clan, who are also academicians of the outer courtyard of the Dragon Blood Martial Arts Mansion, have almost no changes, but their faces have become a little haggard, which makes him wonder if it will be related to his father's departure...
Chapter completed!