Long Chen looked in the direction of the person, his eyes could not help but become cold. A group of people were like stars holding the moon, embracing a man as they came in.
The man had a jade-like face, a long body, and a very handsome appearance. The person who came was none other than Zhou Yaoyang, the prince of the Barbarian Marquis, who once beat Long Chen to a pulp in the ring, nearly beat him to death, and threw him off the ring.
Zhou Yaoyang is the eldest son of Manhuang Hou, and his cultivation is at the top among the princes, so he is very popular among the princes.
As soon as Zhou Yaoyang came in, he saw Long Chen and the others. He smiled slightly, walked over, looked at Long Chen and said: "I'm very sorry about what happened last time. I beat you so much that you don't even recognize your mother anymore."
He said he was apologizing, but there was no apology on his face. His words were full of disdain, like a high-ranking emperor looking down at Long Chen.
"It's okay, soon I will beat you so hard that grandma won't even recognize you," Long Chen said with a faint smile, while feeling secretly angry in his heart.
When I woke up that day, only my mother and the old pharmacist were there. This sentence must have been spread by the old man.
Zhou Yaoyang's words were equivalent to telling Long Chen that the old man was theirs. Although Long Chen's injuries looked scary, they were not fatal. Even the injuries on the back of his head, although bloody, were not serious.
There is no need to use such high-level elixirs to treat yourself. These guys are clearly trying to scare your mother and drain her of all her savings.
If he doesn't kill himself, he will weaken his family's financial resources and make their lives worse. There must be a conspiracy behind this.
"Long Chen, you are looking for death. I think your scar has healed and you have forgotten the pain. Do you still want to be beaten half to death by Brother Yaoyang?"
"Even a loser who can't cultivate dares to speak arrogant words. He is really looking for death."
"Idiot, it is an insult to us to allow such an idiot to be the same prince as us."
Before Zhou Yaoyang could speak, the people around him had already begun to point at Long Chen and curse loudly, spitting wildly.
"Long Chen, although you and I are both princes, one is in the sky and the other is on the ground. You are just a little ant, you can only look up to me.
Therefore, even if I bully you, you have to endure it, otherwise the consequences will be like last time, being beaten into a dead dog." Zhou Yaoyang pointed at Long Chen's nose with a finger.
"Snapped"
Long Chen smiled slightly, and suddenly stretched out his big hand. Before anyone could react, he tightly grasped Zhou Yaoyang's finger, exerted a slight force, and made a crisp sound.
Zhou Yaoyang screamed miserably, and a sharp pain swept through his whole body. With his fingers connected to his heart, Long Chen held him back and his body involuntarily fell down.
Although he is a strong man in the seventh level of Qi Condensation, as long as he has not entered the Blood Coagulation Realm, his physical body is only slightly stronger than a mortal.
What's more, the incident happened suddenly and he had no time or luck to resist. Once the vital point was controlled, he would be no different from a mortal.
Long Chen looked down at Zhou Yaoyang, whose face was almost deformed in pain, and said with some confusion: "Aloof? Looking down? Are you talking about yourself?"
The sudden change shocked everyone. At this time, Zhou Yaoyang was so painful that he could not speak. Only then did the others react and pounce on Long Chen.
"Asshole, let go of Brother Yaoyang!"
"Whoever dares to come over, I will shoot him to death"
The people around Zhou Yaoyang rushed forward when they saw him being attacked by Long Chen and shouted. Just when Long Chen was about to make a move, suddenly a tall figure appeared next to Long Chen and shouted angrily at the group of people. It was like thunder, shocking
Everyone's eardrums were roaring.
When he saw the person clearly, a smile appeared on the corner of Long Chen's mouth. The person who came was none other than Shi Feng.
The princes who originally wanted to rush forward suddenly stopped because of Shi Feng's appearance.
Shi Feng was aloof and didn't like forming cliques, but his cultivation was the highest among all the princes, and his tall and mighty figure immediately intimidated them.
For a moment, everyone fell into silence, and Zhou Yaoyang's painful groan could only be heard in the entire literature hall.
"What are you doing?"
Suddenly there was an angry scolding, and an old man walked in. Everyone's expressions froze and they all looked at the old man.
The old man was the lecturer of the Hall of Literature, a Confucian scholar. It was said that he was honest, upright, unsmiling, and quite dignified.
"If you fight in the Palace of Literature, you will be detained for a month according to the law. Do you want to try it?" the old man snorted coldly.
Long Chen rolled his eyes, released Zhou Yaoyang's twisted finger, and hurriedly smiled at the old man: "Sir, you misunderstood, we were not fighting just now, we were just doing a test."
"Oh? Test? What test?" The old man was obviously not that easy to fool, and looked at Long Chen coldly.
"We are testing how long one finger can survive being attacked by five fingers.
Through this test, we came to the conclusion that the power of unity is irresistible.
No matter how strong a finger is, it is still isolated, and its strength is sometimes limited. Only with the support of a partner can it continuously obtain energy, become stronger and more durable.
In this test, Zhou Yaoyang and I both gained knowledge and understanding of power, which will be of great help to our future practice. The so-called benefit is a lot, brother Zhou, don’t you think so?" Long Chen had some profound meaning.
looked at Zhou Yaoyang.
Zhou Yaoyang was so angry that he almost fainted, but it was obvious that he could only swallow this mute thing. Otherwise, if he denied it, both he and Long Chen would be detained. Even the prince could not break the rules of the Literature Hall.
"Yes"
Zhou Yaoyang tried his best to keep his voice calm, but after the severe pain, even his voice became hoarse, making people feel like he was scraping iron.
The old man looked at Long Chen, a hint of joking flashed in his eyes, nodded and said: "In that case, I won't blame you. Remember, you are not allowed to mess around here in the future."
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but secretly sigh that Long Chen was lucky. The old man clearly saw that Long Chen was talking nonsense and still let them go.
"Just wait for me"
Zhou Yaoyang gritted his teeth and said in a voice that only two people could hear.
Long Chen's hand was so cruel. Not only did he break his finger, but he also didn't know what technique he used to condense the meridians in one finger into a twist. Otherwise, Zhou Yaoyang wouldn't be so miserable in pain.
A hint of resistance.
"Brother Zhou is always welcome to continue testing with me."
Long Chen smiled politely, little bastard, today is just asking for a little interest, the fun is yet to come.
More than two hundred princes sat down quietly. The old man nodded with satisfaction and started talking. Alas, everyone was drowsy after hearing this, but they didn't dare to sleep.
Although the old man has no cultivation at all, he has the final say in the entire Taixue Palace. If he offends him and is expelled by him, then there is no need to think about the martial arts collection in the afternoon.
This is like having two eggs, one rotten egg and one good egg, but if you want to eat the good egg, you must eat the rotten egg first.
The old man was talking about some historical allusions, knowledge about governing and prospering a country, agriculture, forestry, fishery and animal husbandry, etc. Even Long Chen almost dozed off.
But Fatty Yu and the others listened very seriously, because they could not practice cultivation and hoped to get an official position in the future by relying on their knowledge.
In the painful suffering, it was finally noon. After lunch, everyone swarmed towards the War Skills Pavilion.
Even those who were unable to practice, such as Fatty Yu, ran over. There were countless martial arts and combat techniques in the combat skills pavilion, so it was good to try their luck.
The War Skills Pavilion is divided into three floors, but only the bottom floor is open to all princes.
Although there is only one floor, there are seventeen bookshelves filled with various combat skills and techniques, which looks dazzling.
"Brother Yaoyang, I have launched a life-and-death battle with Long Chen. I must kill him this time so that you can vent your anger on Brother Yaoyang."
Li Hao didn't know when he secretly ran to Zhou Yaoyang and said respectfully.
At this time, Zhou Yaoyang had luckily stopped the pain in his fingers, but the joints were misaligned and the meridians were twisted. He had to find a pharmacist to help him treat it.
"Now is not the time to kill him, otherwise I would have killed him last time." Zhou Yaoyang shook his head and suddenly asked: "By the way, how did you get defeated by him last time?"
"Well, alas! I was actually careless, and Long Chen took advantage of it. Damn, I'm really pissed off. I was actually defeated by this loser once," Li Hao said bitterly.
His last defeat greatly reduced his reputation, and some people even gossiped about him behind his back, which made him crazy. He always thought that it was a small oversight last time, so he killed Long Chen this time.
Heart.
"Long Chen must not die, at least not now. Don't ruin things." Zhou Yaoyang was afraid that Li Hao wouldn't understand what he meant, so he repeated it deliberately.
"Then what should we do? Just let him go like this?" Li Hao said somewhat unwillingly.
Zhou Yaoyang looked at his twisted and deformed fingers, gritted his teeth and said, "Although I can't kill him, I can still take away one or two parts from him."
Li Hao's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said excitedly: "Okay, this time I'm going to kick his balls out. By the way, I also want one of his eyes. Damn, his eyes make me very unhappy."
Zhou Yaoyang and Li Hao looked at each other and smiled, but they didn't notice that Long Chen, who was pretending to look at the bookshelf, also smiled, but that smile was colder than theirs, like a leopard looking at two whispering sheep.
Where Long Chen was, his soul power was just enough to detect the movements of the two people. Although he couldn't hear clearly what they were saying, he could guess pretty much what they were talking about.
Seeing the two of them looking through the books on the bookshelf as if nothing had happened, Long Chen was too lazy to talk to them anymore and began to really search for his goal.
In his memory, except for the Nine-Star Hegemon Body Technique, almost all of it was about alchemy. He now very much needed to master a combat skill.
Long Chen took a fancy to a combat skill and was about to reach out to get it when suddenly a dark-faced man snatched the combat skill into his hands in advance.
"I'm sorry, I have taken a fancy to this prince."
The man didn't even look at Long Chen, looking through it as if no one else was there.
Long Chen frowned slightly, this was obviously intentional, but Long Chen didn't have an attack and changed to a bookshelf.
I just saw a book of Palm Combat Techniques and was about to take action when the black-faced man, who had been waiting aside, grabbed it again.
"Sorry, Ben..."
"Snapped"
A big slap hit the black face hard, interrupting his words, and the powerful force whipped him away.