While walking and chatting, the two of them entered a martial arts performance hall as big as a university playground.
Fang Lin took a brief look around. Seven to eight hundred Long family disciples had already gathered around the martial arts stage. Everyone's eyes were focused on the two people who were fighting fiercely on the martial arts stage in the middle. Sometimes they were ecstatic, sometimes they sighed in sorrow.
From Long Qiangwei's introduction, Fang Lin learned that the tall man wearing a pure white robe and carrying a long sword on his back was Zhong Tianlong, a Qilin disciple of the Long family.
Although Zhong Tianlong was fighting fiercely with one of them, Fang Lin could tell at a glance that the abilities of the two were not on the same level at all.
Although the opponent danced the long sword in an airtight manner, Zhong Tianlong was always in a state of dodge. Not only did he not fight back at all, but he also had no intention of taking the sword. Just dodging had already made the opponent of the same age panting from exhaustion.
"At the age of less than thirty, he has already reached the middle stage of the prefecture level. He is indeed a rare genius and is indeed extremely rare among the younger generation.
If we give it time, we will definitely make a difference."
There is no doubt that the final outcome of this battle will end with the opponent being exhausted and lying on the ground. Fang Lin also nodded in appreciation.
"Come on! You are only in your early twenties, there is no need to act like an old master, right?"
Hearing Fang Lin's comments, Long Qiangwei immediately showed a happy smile. After all, most people will never reach the prefecture level in their lifetime. Zhong Tianlong's achievement when he was less than thirty is indeed shocking enough.
But looking at Fang Lin's appearance, it was obvious that he still didn't take such a talented young man seriously. Long Qiangwei couldn't help but feel a little funny and joked.
Just as Fang Lin expected, a burst of fierce applause sounded. When he looked back into the field, Zhong Tianlong's opponent was so tired that he lay on the ground and rolled his eyes. The outcome was naturally clear.
"He is indeed our senior brother and a unicorn genius."
"That's right, this is already the thirtieth opponent, and I haven't even seen my senior brother take action. They were all defeated one by one. It's really terrifying!"
"With Senior Brother's skills, today's performance as a martial arts leader in the capital will be as easy as picking something out of a bag."
"I wonder if the master invited by Miss Third is here?
I wonder what will happen if they fight?"
"What else can be done?
I was as tired as a dog and lying on the ground begging for mercy, haha..." "That's right, what kind of master can there be in a place like Fenghuang Village where people don't shit?
We are all disciples of a regular martial arts family. He can't even defeat the sweeper of our Long family, but he is worthy of fighting with our senior brother?
If you’re not looking for death, what else is it?”
After the battle, Zhong Tianlong once again stunned the audience. Amidst the thunderous applause, praises also poured in towards him like a tide.
"It's okay, it's lively and beautiful."
Amidst the countless praises, ridicules towards Fang Lin also sprung up.
Seeing that Long Qiangwei's expression changed suddenly and she wanted to step forward, Fang Lin quickly stopped her and said with a smile like a crowd eating melon.
"Who else?
how?
During the five years I have been in seclusion, you have made no progress?
Is there anyone left in the Long family?"
Glancing at the crowd majestically, Zhong Tianlong raised a disdainful sneer at the corner of his mouth and shouted.
"Elder brother, please stop treating us badly.
With your skills, only the elders of the clan can become your opponent, how can we dare to go forward and die again?"
"That is, with your current skills, even if that guy Yan Bing comes now, you can only fall behind!"
You have defeated thirty brothers without even using a single move. Whoever goes up now will not die?
How dare you go on stage?
Each one said aggrievedly.
"Oh, don't compare that sick young man to me.
A few years ago, I would have thrown him off the stage if I hadn't given him up when I saw him half-dead."
After being defeated by Yan Bing three times, Zhong Tianlong was filled with anger.
Of course, he knew best in his heart that this was just a matter of saving face, but with his current skills, he didn't take Yan Bing seriously anymore, so he said it with disdain.
"That's right, the Yan family really has no one, so they sent such a sick man to gain sympathy."
"In this martial arts performance, I must beat that kid until his claws are everywhere."
Zhong Tianlong's words immediately aroused the adulation of everyone again, except for Fang Lin, who showed a sarcastic sneer at the corner of his mouth.
Although he has never actually fought against Yan Bing, one can imagine the strength of a sick man who even the Supreme Elder must respect.
And according to Fang Lin's estimation, that guy's strength is by no means inferior to his, and he might not even take a second look at Zhong Tianlong.
"Clan leader, Tianlong's progress in the past five years is really amazing! This time the Long family can be saved."
"Tianlong has such amazing achievements, and the four elders are indispensable!"
"This martial arts performance in the capital, with Tianlong's skills, it should be like picking something out of a bag, right?"
In the middle of the right side of the martial arts performance hall, three old men with white hair and silver beards were quite satisfied and nodded their praises repeatedly.
But the old man at the top remained silent, and even looked more solemn, obviously not satisfied with Zhong Tianlong's performance at all.
"why are you laughing?"
Suddenly Zhong Tianlong's tone turned completely cold, his brows slightly furrowed and he pointed at Fang Lin and said sternly.
"Is this the master invited by Third Senior Sister?"
"Can this thin-faced person be called a master?
Is Third Senior Sister afraid that her eyes are dim?"
Following the direction of Zhong Tianlong's finger, everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Fang Lin.
Seeing him standing next to Long Qiangwei, he could easily guess his identity. After a brief moment of surprise, low-pitched taunts came from all directions.
Not only the disciples of the Long family, but also the three old men next to the patriarch showed contemptuous smiles. Only the old patriarch's eyes suddenly shone after carefully looking at Fang Lin.
"It's just a joke. I just want to kindly remind you not to look down on others. Yan Bing is not as fragile as you say."
The purpose of the Long family inviting me here this time is nothing more than to identify candidates and check their own strength, so they must compete with Zhong Tianlong.
Fang Lin smiled slightly and said very sincerely.
"What you're saying is that you think I can't defeat Yan Bing's half-dead sick boy?
Are you the master that my junior sister found from the corner of Handong?
From your tone, it seems that you are a little dismissive of my ability. How about it?
Come up and show off?
Don't worry, since you are a guest from afar, I won't use the sword."
It has to be said that Yan Bing is really the biggest pain point in Zhong Tianlong's heart.
Fang Lin's words were undoubtedly a slap in his face, so his face suddenly darkened and he raised his head and said coldly.
"Come on..." People who are looking at the excitement will never take it too seriously, and in an instant, thunderous shouts rang out from all around.
"Fang Lin, you also know the purpose of this trip, don't let me down.
Regarding Ma Hongtao, I promise to give you a satisfactory answer."
Gently holding Fang Lin's hand, Long Qiangwei said with a smile and firm eyes.
