Chapter 611: The Richest Young Master Long

Chapter 611  The most wealthy young master Long

Although by her side, he couldn't express any opinions on him, it didn't mean he wouldn't think about it.

If this Long San's true face was really this face, he would feel a little scary after seeing it. Could it be that she really didn't feel it at all?

Thinking of her lazily lying on his shoulder, thinking of her kissing him.

Somewhere in Zhou Feiyu's heart, there was some nameless anger.

However, there was a ripple in Shangguan's lazy eyes, but when he saw Yun Wu's sneering smile, he quickly retreated.

The person she chose seems to have no right to say anything.

What's more, he has always felt that Long San is not simple, maybe the face in front of him is just a fake face.

Because, if that monstrous man who followed her in the forest before was not this Long San, how could that monstrous man give her up to another man?

Thinking about it, Shangguan seemed to have a brighter mind.

In the presence, besides Yun Wu, there seemed to be another one who was the quietest, without any strange expression changes.

That is Nangong Yi.

In his eyes, it seemed that all the disguises did not exist, just like Yun Wu back then, no matter how easy she was, it seemed that she couldn't escape his eyes.

Long Qingxie, Long San, and even that Young Master Long have always seen only one person in his eyes, how could he be surprised now!

In the arena.

Qing Feng, who lived in the phantom, saw the face of "Long San", his eyes froze for a moment, as if he couldn't believe it, his body froze for a moment.

And it was this stiffness that gave Long Qingxie a goal!

The bloodthirsty smile on the corner of Long Qingxie's mouth suddenly deepened, the epee roared through the sky, circled towards Qing Feng, and the powerful sword energy suddenly hit Qing Feng.

Qing Feng had just caught a glimpse of the epee, but he was not in a hurry to be surprised, his body was as if he had been smashed by a ten thousand catty boulder, and he let the sword energy roll him over without any resistance.

Collision against pillars, splints, stones...

The intense and unbearable pain made Qing Feng snort in pain.

"Pfft!" But as soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

Long Qingxie's bloodthirsty eyes looked at the figure on the ground in the distance with a half-smile, and the arc of the corner of his mouth continued to expand.

In the second game, he won.

Everyone looked at Qing Feng who couldn't get up again after being hit by the blow, their eyes changed slightly, and pairs of surprised eyes fixed on that ferocious face.

With one move, Qing Feng was beaten dozens of meters away.

How much force did he use for that blow?

How strong is this man!

Martial saint level, let him play with the applause?

However, how do people know.

For that blow just now, for a certain man, it really didn't even use three points of strength.

Long Qingxie withdrew his gaze, retracted the epee into the space, pondered for a moment with his deep eyes, then raised his gaze to Mo Yebing.

after!

Long Qingxie jumped off the ring under the eyes of everyone, and walked towards the position of the leader of the Longxu Kingdom.

No one stopped.

Because, everyone present knew that Long Shizi, even though he was the exchange son of the Zhou Dynasty, was also the third prince of Longxu Kingdom.

As for whether there is status, that is secondary!

Long Qingxie walked to the seat in front of the seat, and glanced at the lord of the Longxu Kingdom, who was his so-called "father".

"National teacher, how do you think the king's spirit is not good, and his face is not good?"

Long Qingxie's eyes dimmed, and he raised his eyebrows, asking.

Mo Yebing stared directly at Long Qingxie with icy eyes. He exposed his strength in public and let him discover his identity, but now he came up to ask in public.

I really don't know what kind of medicine he bought in the gourd.

"The lord's old illness has relapsed, and he's not in good condition. I'm going to trouble Shizi Long to worry." When Mo Yebing's bone-piercing cold voice came out, it seemed that the warmth of the entire Nirvana Terrace had dropped a bit.

Son of the Dragon?

The national teacher deliberately called out that title, as if to remind Long Qingxie that at this time he was the exchange son of the Zhou Dynasty.

However, Long Qingxie raised the corner of his mouth, and his ferocious face appeared even more ferocious.

"Since this is the case, I know a little about medicine, why don't you let me diagnose and treat the old disease of the king?"

As he said that, Long Qingxie wanted to stretch out his hand.

But Mo Yebing stretched out his hand, preventing Long Qingxie from reaching out.

"Don't bother Long Shizi, I have already seen the imperial doctor." Mo Yebing kept his eyes down, his breath as cold as hell, and speculated about Long Qingxie's purpose.

"Have you seen it? After seeing that the king is still in the same state, then you can only say that the imperial doctor of Long Xu country is just a dry eater." Long Qingxie squinted his eyes halfway, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling Condensed with Mo Yebing.

Mo Yebing's face changed slightly when he heard that.

"The third son of the Dragon has been showing up as a waste material, saying that the imperial doctor is a quack doctor. I don't know what tricks you have?" Mo Yebing's icy eyes did not have any other expressions, and he looked directly at Long Qingxie, as if he was about to shoot him through.

Everyone knows that Long San is the son of Long Yaoze, the third prince of Long Xu Kingdom.

But this Mo Yebing, in front of everyone, regarded Long Qingxie as a completely irrelevant outsider, and his tone was so disrespectful, which made the people present feel a little strange.

This national teacher's face is too big!

Unexpectedly, without the emperor speaking, he can make a decision privately. Even if the emperor's old illness relapses, it seems that it is not his turn to speak, right?

However, the reputation of Longxu's national teacher has indeed spread to other two countries.

At the beginning, it seemed that it was the national teacher of the Longxu Kingdom who calculated that the Third Prince Long was the disaster of the Longxu Kingdom, so he sent the Third Prince Long to the Zhou Dynasty and became the current Prince Long.

I saw that Long Qingxie lowered his eyes and smiled, with a cold gleam at the corner of his mouth, then raised his eyes and said: "It seems that you, the national teacher of Longxu Kingdom, don't quite believe what I, the third prince of Longxu Kingdom, say! "

"Since this is the case, then I don't know. As the master of the Dragon Pavilion, Long Shao, is the weight enough?"

What?

Long Shao?

I saw that when Long Qingxie said that, not only Mo Yebing was stunned, but even the people present were stunned.

Long Shao, the master of the Dragon Pavilion, has a reputation that resounds throughout the Three Kingdoms, and everyone knows it.

That is Long Shao, the most wealthy and powerful man who monopolizes the business of the Three Kingdoms.

The lords of the Three Kingdoms, as well as the royal nobles, have always been the ones they want to win over.

Just when everyone was stunned.

Long Qingxie's ferocious face outlined a curve, staring at Mo Yebing's eyes, there was a kind of bloodlust.

Everything will kick off here.

Suddenly, Long Qingxie put a hand on his face, and with a sharp pull, a human skin mask was torn off.

Under the hideous burnt human skin mask.

It was a charming, indifferent, and evil face, as if it had been deliberately sculpted, and nothing more or less would be considered perfect.

Especially with that pair of unique golden eyes and flowing silver hair, it is full of evil spirits.