Long Yi sat calmly on the chair. In his eyes, the Taoist Blood Demon who was roaring and shouting on the stage was just a clown.
Liu Tian, who was standing next to him, cursed, "Damn it! If this damned Master Long had a penis, he would have stood up like a man instead of letting us follow him around in fear like a worthless master."
Pei Ge's dark face was filled with sarcasm. "This guy must have been scared to death after hearing the news and fled far away. How could he have the courage to step up and fight?"
"The trouble he caused has been borne by the entire Central Plains. This scumbag should be struck by lightning."
The crowd in the underground boxing ring was immediately enraged, and they cursed the ancestors of Master Long, whom they had never met.
After Wu Xiong finished speaking, he stood on the stage with a look of sarcasm, sweeping the crowd with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to pull out Master Long who was hiding in the crowd.
One minute, two minutes, and even five minutes later, Master Long still did not stand up to fight.
Qi Lao Si felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, with a bitter smile on his face. If Long Yi didn't come out, he would probably have to bear Wu Xiong's wrath.
"Forget it. If a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. After seeing that the other party has such extraordinary means, how could Long Yi go on stage and die?"
Ling Hai also shook his head slightly, feeling a surge of despair in his heart.
"I'd better not harbor such unrealistic fantasies. How could it be possible that a powerful Master Long would stand up and defeat Wu Xiong and save the entire Central Plains from defeat?
Even if a Master Long really stepped forward to fight, he would probably only risk his life in vain."
Just when the entire underground boxing ring fell into silence and everyone was discouraged.
A young man stood up slowly from an ordinary seat in the audience stands and said lazily:
"Stop barking like a dog on stage. You're ruining my meditation."
Under the incredulous gazes of Wang Qingqing and the surrounding audience, Long Yi slowly stood up, calmly pushed through the crowd and walked towards the ring.
The next second, thousands of spectators looked in the direction of the sound, and for a moment this place became the focus of the entire audience.
"Are you fucking trying to kill yourself? Sit down!" Liu Tian shouted while hiding behind a chair.
Is this guy completely brainless? Even the bigwigs from the four major provincial capitals couldn't breathe a single breath in front of the Blood Demon Taoist Priest. And you, Long Yi, a poor kid from the countryside, who hasn't even wiped the mud off your trouser legs, are thinking of showing off and being a hero?
To be a hero you need to have strength, otherwise you are just a bear who overestimates your own abilities.
The Blood Demon Taoist priest on the ring is a god-like existence. He has just killed someone. If Long Yi provokes him, he will definitely not mind taking another ant's life.
If a blood mist were to come, even he and others would be implicated.
Thinking of this, Liu Tian wanted to kick Long Yi to the ground.
Wang Qingqing felt a surge of despair in her heart. Just as she was about to pull Long Yi back to his seat, Wu Xiong's fierce gaze swept over her.
Being stared at by Wu Xiong's cold gaze, even though it was only a peripheral vision, Liu Tian and the others felt as if they were falling into an icy cave, their hairs on their bodies stood on end, and even the blood flow slowed down.
They were eager to cut off ties with Long Yi as soon as possible to avoid being implicated by this plague god.
The next second, Peige, who claimed to be a Sanda master, was so frightened by Wu Xiong's stern gaze that his pants were wet. His legs softened and he slipped off the chair, falling to his knees and crying:
"Wu... Wu Shenxian, I have nothing to do with this guy, please don't kill me."
His original arrogance had disappeared when Wu Xiong crushed the ninja to death. Later, he was frightened by the battle between Wu Xiong and Old Li. Now he has no courage at all.
He was afraid that the capricious Wu Xiong would kill Long Yi and kill himself at the same time.
Long Yi walked on the road, alone, bearing the resentful gazes of thousands of spectators.
The audience nearby avoided Long Yi as if he were the plague. At this moment, a crisp voice was heard behind him.
"Mr. Long, please stop joking. The immortal on the stage can kill people if they disagree with him."
A Zi met Wu Xiong's gaze, took small steps to catch up with Long Yi, and grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly, preventing him from moving forward even a single step.
Long Yi was moved. The fact that this little girl was willing to risk her own life to dissuade him proved that she was kind-hearted.
But he was used to living a poor life in this remote area, and for a while he was blinded by Liu Tian's money.
A warm current flowed through Long Yi's heart, and he turned around and smiled warmly: "It's okay, Ah Zi, this guy is not my opponent."
He peeled off Ah Zi's slender jade fingers and walked towards the ring with his hands behind his back.
Only Ah Zi was left standing there, her almond-shaped eyes tearing up like pear blossoms in the rain, her mind filled with Long Yi's gentle voice and appearance.
She suddenly realized that she had been bewitched by Liu Tian with money these days and had been neglecting this handsome young man.
But looking back now, Liu Tian and others all had other intentions. Only Long Yi treated her equally and gave her respect as a person.
As Long Yi continued to walk forward, the audience made way for him. Some people in the crowd insulted him, while others tried to persuade him in a friendly way.
"Idiot, you really think you're the protagonist of a movie. Even if you want to be a hero, you should see if you have what it takes."
"Young man, turn back quickly! There's no need to pay the price of your life for your youthful vigor!"
Along the way, Long Yi just had a faint smile on his face, and no persuasion or scolding could stop him.
Your body and name will be destroyed, but the rivers and mountains will flow forever!
Ling Hai had long felt that the young man who stood up looked familiar. It was not until the young man walked in that he saw clearly that the young man was Long Yi.
He felt anxious. Although he and Long Yi had some unpleasant experiences in their relationship, this guy was still his daughter's favorite. He couldn't just watch Long Yi die.
The name of Wu Xiong on the stage, "Blood Demon Taoist Priest", is not groundless, it is built up by piles of corpses.
Even if Long Yi was not the real Master Long, the provocative words he just said were enough to kill this kid a hundred times.
Finally, Ling Hai put aside his status as a big boss and whispered to Long Yi, "Are you crazy about being a hero? Get back here!"
Long Yi held his ground slightly and said with a smile, "Isn't this guy calling me Master Long on the stage? That's me."
"Damn it!" Ling Hai cursed angrily, wishing he could slap the kid to wake him up from his dream.
Do you think that just because you have the same last name as Master Long, you can impersonate him and show off?
This kind of behavior is not about showing off, it's simply a brain short circuit and a seizure!
Everyone thought that Master Long, who was famous in Jinghai and had destroyed the cultivation of Wu Xiong's direct disciple, must be over 100 years old. How could he be the young man in his early twenties?
Long Yi shrugged, too lazy to explain to these people, and walked straight to the ring.
Although the blind young man behind Xu Li could not see, he showed a sarcastic smile on his face after listening to his subordinates' narration.
"Long Yi, Long Yi, the end of your arrogance is to be torn to pieces! It's a pity that I can't kill you with my own hands!"
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