Chapter 1042: Fifty million true spirits, I will help you kill him
"Young Master Long San is so frustrated!"
In the restaurant, Lin Fei couldn't help but sigh.
The burly man took action and was extremely cruel. He killed the other party when he took action.
The worshipers and subordinates brought by Long San Shao were killed in the hands of the other party. They were not enemies of one another, and their faces were completely lost.
"The more severe the suppression is, I can only receive the maximum benefits with timely help."
In a short time, Long Zimo's subordinates died and were injured. The eyes of the burly man were filled with fear.
Many of the people watching were used to it.
This kind of thing is the most common.
"My third brother, it's not a good thing for you to invite me!" Long Zifei laughed, "Next time I'm looking for someone, I can definitely find me. I'm sure I'm better than you."
Long Zifei's blow.
In Longcheng, similar situations often happen.
Long Zifei never regarded his third brother as his elder brother. What qualifications do he have to be his elder brother?
After all, places like Dragon Palace emphasize bloodline.
Long Zifei's bloodline is higher than Long Zimo, and he won a place in the Dragon Palace. With the large tribe behind his mother, he is full of confidence.
"Hmph, I can choose who you don't need to teach me."
Faced with Long Zifei's aggressiveness, Long Zimo, who was the third brother, wanted to slap the other party to death with one palm. After all, he was the third young master of the Dragon Palace. When would he be bullied to the door? He killed his priests and subordinates.
"Long Zifei, sooner or later, I will step on you under my feet and never think of turning over for the rest of my life." Long Zimo kept calming himself down.
"Everyone sees it. My third brother has a bad vision. If anyone wants to be my third brother's enshrinement, they have to think clearly. My third brother has a bad attitude, which does not mean that my younger brother is not good. Who dares to rely on some ability to be encountered by me next time~~~~~~~~~~~" Long Zifei laughed.
My good third brother, your worship and your subordinates have been crippled by my people. With these words, I see who dares to become your worship in the future.
Long Zifei was proud.
Everyone could hear that it was threatening them.
I had the intention to become a priest of Long San Shao, but after these words, they had to consider how to face the anger of Long Si Shao.
"It's too much!"
Long Zimo's face looked very ugly.
This is to prevent him from gaining a foothold and to remove the firewood from the bottom of the pot!
"Counterattack, you must fight back, and you cannot let Long Zifei's conspiracy succeed!"
Long Zimo knew very well that the Dragon List battle was about to be a chance once a thousand years. If he could not recruit the offerings, his only qualification would be stripped of it. His younger brother always came for this qualification.
"I have given out 30 million less true spirits, who will come out to defeat this person?"
With a gritted teeth, Long Zimo fought back.
Thirty million true spirits are very painful to Long Zimo, and there is nothing we can do about it under the situation.
Thirty million true spirits defeated the burly man, which attracted a lot of commotion and made many people moved.
"I'll do it!"
Thirty million true spirits moved some foreign geniuses.
Isn’t he just a burly man? He is not easy to get it.
Long Zimo showed joy. He was not afraid of spending money. As long as he could defeat the other party and gain arrogance, he could save some face.
"Beiqiong, please help me and treat them well!"
The burly man named Beiqiong and laughed, "Don't worry, young master."
The hope brought is shattered in a blink of an eye.
As soon as the person came on the court, within three rounds, Beiqiong hit the opponent's head with a close-range impact, and it was so fierce.
"My good brother, I forgot to tell you that my subordinates have cultivated tens of billions of dragon divine powers." Long Zifei likes to see other people's desperate expressions.
The divine power of the billion dragons scared many people to stop.
After that, some people came up one after another.
As a result, they were all beaten to death by Beiqiong's random punches.
Thirty million true spirits, a large number, are not worth a lot of money for those present to lose their lives.
At the beginning, Long Zimo looked docile, and as the people coming up were beaten to death, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and his despair entangled his whole body.
He knew that he would have no chance in this Dragon List battle.
I believe this scene will be spread soon. Even if it is not these onlookers, my younger brother will add fuel to the fire and completely ruin his reputation.
In addition, my father would probably scold him.
For a moment, Long Zimo felt as if the sky had fallen.
"Stern brother, you'd better go home and hug the woman, hahahaha~~~~" Long Zifei smiled proudly. He had already thought about it and let someone spread the news later. My father also had to talk about it carefully. You can't play the Dragon List Battle.
Beiqiong beat people to death one after another, and Long Zifei believed that no one dared to come up. He was the fourth young master of the Dragon Palace.
Long Zimo clenched his fist, and the blue veins in his hand burst out, and finally put them down.
He dared not take action!!!
If he had taken action himself today and could not get any benefits, he would have been beaten back. If he was said to be black, his situation in Dragon Palace would be even worse.
"Who said just now that I can win 30 million true spirits!"
At this moment, a sound came from outside.
When Long Zimo was desperate, he suddenly heard this sound and a surge of hope rose.
"It's my young master."
No matter who the person was, Long Zimo wanted to vent his anger. He couldn't breathe and couldn't sleep or eat!
When the visitor saw a man in black robe coming up and looked at the realm of the Daluo Golden Immortal, he couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment.
"Hahaha, I'm not laughing so much. The realm of Daluo Golden Immortal, my good third brother, you are becoming less and less useful." Long Zifei laughed at her heart.
Long Zimo's face looked even more ugly.
"Why are you laughing at? Believe it or not, I will kill you with one punch."
The man in black robe was furious and released a terrible aura.
"Thirty million true spirits, defeat this guy? What if you kill the other person? How much do you give?"
Many people were stunned by the terrible aura.
Some skills!
Long Zimo originally wanted to refuse, but when he spoke, he changed his words, "Beat him to death, I will give you 50 million true spirits."
The man in black robe suddenly laughed, "My father is right, it is really easy to come to big cities. If you kill one person, you will have 50 million true spirits. If you kill two people, you will have 100 million true spirits."
Everyone was stunned when they heard this.
It turns out that this is a rookie, and he can say anything.
You really think that 50 million true spirits are so easy to earn.
"That person~~~~ Come up and let me kill you with one punch!"
The man in black robe ignored everyone's words and excitedly looked at Beiqiong, hooking his fingers, which was full of provocation.
Everyone was speechless. Beiqiong's divine power reached one billion dragons, and you can kill you with every move. Provocation is not so provocative.