Chapter 80 Cold

For a while, Long Zhanhua fell into a dilemma. Attack! It's useless, defend it! Still passive everywhere. Long Zhanhua really can't wait to throw away the sword in his hand and fight with Beitang Weicheng openly. If he loses like this, he won't have to die.

Beitang Weicheng stared at Long Zhanhua with a smile, as if he wanted to penetrate his heart.

How's it going? Are you still coming?" Beitang Weicheng was not eager to attack, but asked Long Zhanhua softly. In his opinion, Long Zhanhua is like a rabbit hunting in his hand. No matter how much he jumps, he can't escape from this circle.

"Ah!" Long Zhanhua roared like crazy and raised his sword to stab North Tang Wei. Beitang Weicheng's bit by bit, every action, every look, is simply a great insult to Long Zhanhua. He will never allow himself to be so humiliated, let alone the Long family.

"Death!" Long Zhanhua waved the sword in his hand crazily, and his strong fighting spirit was released unreservedly. At this time, Long Zhanhua is like a death who has just returned from hell, but the death is surrounded by black gas, and Long Zhanhua releases green gas.

Beitang Weicheng held a dagger and resisted it with difficulty. Although his speed was faster than Long Zhanhua, both in strength and realm, he was far inferior to Long Zhanhua. This kind of lifeless way of fighting is indeed a little difficult to fight.

Time passed minute by, but Long Zhanhua's attack was still sharp, as if there was a belief supporting him and that he would not fall. As for this belief, it came from Beitang Weicheng in front of him.

On the referee's bench, Long Jingdao sat there with a gloomy expression on his face. He had never seen Long Zhanhua do such a thing. He couldn't even believe whether the man in front of him was still his son.

I don't know how long it took, Long Zhanhua finally slowed down the speed of his sword, and the green war spirit on his body gradually faded. At this time, Long Zhanhua is at the end of the strong crossbow. Although it is still struggling to support it, I'm afraid there is no hope.

North Tang Weicheng was waiting at this time, and Long Zhanhua had become the fish on the board and was slaughtered by others. Beitang Weicheng even put away the dagger and fought with Long Zhanhua with his bare hands.

One punch, one kick, another punch, another kick... Beitang Weicheng finally raised his eyebrows and just suffered a tyranny by Long Zhanhua. Now, the opportunity to revenge has come.

In fact, it is very impolite to abandon weapons in a martial arts competition, just like raising the middle finger to a person, which is a shameful thing.

But now Long Zhanhua doesn't care about anything else. Whether he can stand up or not is a question. The attack just overdrawn all his physical strength, and he can only watch himself being punched and kicked inhumane. Although he is very unwilling, he is helpless. Since his skills are not as good as others, he has to admit it.

Long Zhanjun looked at his father anxiously. As long as Long Jingdao gave an order, he would rush into the ring. No matter whether Northern Tang Weicheng or Northern Tang Weige, whoever dares to touch his brother will kill him.

However, Long Jingdao saw his son being beaten with his own eyes, but he could only shake his head feebly. Who can be blamed for this? He can only be blamed for his poor learning. He should fight! Long Jingdao's heart was filled with tears, but his mind always warned himself not to move, and even forced himself to turn his head and couldn't bear to look at it again.

Beitang Weicheng didn't seem to have stopped, and even rode Long Zhanhua in front of everyone. All the team leaders had incredible expressions on their faces. Of course, only one person was secretly smiling and watching Long Zhanhua being beaten, and his heart was secretly happy.

"Enough! Weicheng! Stop it!" Beitang stood up namelessly and glared at his son. At the same time, he turned his face and glanced at Long Jingdao without leaving a trace. He didn't know what the nameless Northern Tang was doing, but he knew what the consequences of doing this would be and angered all the people of the Long family? Then drive yourself out of the Dragon family? Do you even have to do anything to destroy the Northern Tang family at all costs? Northern Tang Weicheng, inadvertently, made a big mistake!

The nameless Northern Tang looked at Long Jingdao's angry and turned green face and said with a smile, "Long patriarch, do you see?"

"This martial arts competition is an unknown victory in the Northern Tang Dynasty!" Long Jingdao gritted his teeth and thought for a long time, but finally said this sentence.

Beitang Weicheng waved his hand proudly and turned away from the ring, leaving only Long Zhanhua, who had become flesh and blood.

"Quick! Send Zhanhua to the emergency room." Long Zhanjun commanded in a hurry, and his eyes showed indignation. He glanced at the referee's bench and turned away...

The first match of the middle-aged group in the semi-finals ended with the explosion of Long Zhanhua. In the past, no one would have believed that such a thing would happen, but the facts were in front of them. No matter how reluctance the Dragon family had in their hearts, they could only accept it helplessly.

"Long patriarch, I think you are a little too sad! Why don't you go and see how Zhan Hua's injury is? Don't worry, I'm here! Next is Yunfan's competition. I don't know if the dragon patriarch is still in the mood to watch it? Dongfang Jie opened his mouth inappropriately and pulled the words "Yunfan's competition" very long. Although his words were full of concern, it seemed to mean something.

"Hmm!" Long Jingdao snorted heavily and said nothing. He stood up and walked to the emergency room.

"Haha..." Dongfang Jie smiled happily, but he didn't expect that Beitang Weicheng's inadvertent move made a wish for himself for many years.

The members of the Long family have also left one after another, because they know that the stage of the middle-aged group no longer belongs to the Long family, and it is meaningless to stay any longer.

The competition between Dongfang Yunfan and Ximen Yuanhang was carried out as scheduled, and there was no delay because of what happened just now. The two fought very hard, but in the end, because of the gap in the realm, the knife suppressed the sword, and Dongfang Yunfan defeated Ximen Yuanhang.

The results of the semi-finals have come out completely. Long Xiaoqi will face Dongfang Xiaoyang again, and Dongfang Yunfan will also face the red and purple Beitang Weicheng. Everything, all the mysteries, are tomorrow. When the dusk ends, the answer will naturally be revealed.

In the first-aid room of the Long family, Long Jianhui was sewing the wound for Long Zhanhua with sweat. He didn't even think that the first injured person he received during the eight-family martial arts competition would be from the Long family, and he was actually his second uncle.

Long Jingdao walked in the corridor with a haze on his face. He even had an impulse to kill Beitang Weicheng. The Long family was really ashamed this time. If Dongfang Yunfan defeated Beitang Weicheng, he would no longer be able to raise his head in front of Dongfang Jie.

"Father, do you call me?" The dragon army came in a hurry, and the anger on his face had not completely retreated.

"What did you just do? Say it!" Long Zhanjun looked at his father in surprise. He never thought that his father would lose his temper so much.

"I, I, I went to Bei Tangwei." Although hesitant, the Dragon War Army still said it.

"Who asked you to go to him, who let you go!" Long Jingdao roared sharply, and his eyes were round, as if he were going to eat the Dragon War Army.

Although he knew that his father was not angry with him, Long Zhanjun still felt very wronged and didn't say anything. He just lowered his head and thought about something silently.

Long Jingdao raised his hand, as if to slap the Dragon War Army, but finally thought about it and finally put it down weakly. He thought that he would not suffer any humiliation in his life since then, but he didn't expect that today...

"Grandpa, grandpa." Long Xiaoqi got out of nowhere, grabbed Long Jingdao's hands and shook them gently.

"The result of the game has come out, and I will play against Dongfang Xiaoyang again tomorrow. Don't worry, I will not let you down, and I will definitely fight back the face of our Long family." Long Xiaoqi said a little immaturely, but her face was full of stubbornness.

"Xiaoqi... Fight back tomorrow!" Long Jingdao stroked Long Xiaoqi's head, as if to say to him, but more like to himself.