sweat……
Golden Cloud?
Taoist Long Yun's mind was like a thunderclap. His eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost. He cried out in shock, "You, you, you are Jin Yunzi?"
Li Jinlong seemed to think his words had a good effect, and laughed heartily: "That was the name my master gave me. But after I returned to Hong Kong, I was no longer called Jin Yunzi. My name is Li Jinlong. Why, don't you think it's incredible? You never thought I would survive, right? Then we should settle that old score."
"Senior Brother."
Taoist Long Yun stepped forward and saluted.
"That case happened over forty years ago, and you still haven't let it go? Why are you doing this?"
Taoist Long Yun sighed.
The case of that year?
So, what else happened in the Wudang Sect back then?
Mo Xinyi and others looked at each other, but they were still happy in their hearts.
It can be seen that Taoist Long Yun is still very wary of Li Jinlong, otherwise, why would he persuade him so kindly.
In their opinion, the more awkward the fight between fellow apprentices becomes, the happier and more relieved they are.
With Li Jinlong here, we should be able to win the competition today.
Didn’t Li Jinlong just say that Taoist Long Yun was defeated by him back then?
Li Jinlong's eyes were filled with deep hatred. "Let go? How can I let go? Ah Xiu is dead, how can I let it go? Everyone in the Wudang Sect owes me a life. Now that we've met, don't blame me for showing no mercy. I hope you won't let me down. I also want to see if you've made any progress over the past few decades."
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