"Is there really dragon blood? I wonder what it tastes like."
Lin Jinglong pondered this with amusement.
Just as he was going up the mountain.
The head of the Japanese consulate, located in the heart of Kyoto, is Tatsuzawa Takeshi, who is kneeling in front of the table with a gloomy expression.
The wooden door was suddenly pulled open.
Wearing a business suit, Matsushima Keiko spoke to him with a similarly gloomy expression.
"Mr. Longze, come with me to the Dragon Blood Holy Land. They have already set up an ambush there. Lin Jinglong is doomed this time!"
"I can speak calmly," said Keiko Matsushima.
In reality, she wasn't that kind-hearted; after escaping from Lin Jinglong's clutches last night, she was still resentful.
He knew he couldn't win over Lin Jinglong.
So he told an elder of the Dragon Blood Holy Land that Lin Jinglong was going there that day.
If nothing unexpected happens.
At this moment, the Dragon Blood Holy Land was filled with panic and fear.
Lin Jinglong never enters.
They're definitely going to die!
Long Zexiong hesitated.
"Even Jingxia-kun died at his hands. Can the people from the Dragon Blood Holy Land really defeat Lin Jinglong?"
He was actually a little scared.
But Keiko Matsushima covered her mouth and smiled.
"Long Ze Jun, you're far too cowardly. Don't you know that the elder I contacted is from the Qin family, one of the ten great ancient martial arts families!"
"The strength of Patriarch Qin is comparable to that of our Japanese Heavenly Shadow Warriors!"
"How could I possibly lose to Lin Jinglong?"
Qin Zhong?
Long Zexiong's eyes lit up.
Dressed in samurai attire, he immediately stood up, picked up the samurai sword beside the table, and looked excited.
"So it's Patriarch Qin! Why didn't you say so sooner? It seems Lin Jinglong is doomed this time!"
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