Longmen Villa.

Xueying, with a cold expression on his face, helped Zhang Yi walk in the villa. Along the way, he met many masters.

At the same time, Zhang Yi also felt that there were many masters hidden in the darkness of the villa.

Those masters hid themselves very well, but they still couldn't escape Zhang Yi's perception.

Even though he has temporarily lost all his cultivation, his abnormal perception has not weakened.

In the pavilion, Mr. Long was enjoying tea leisurely.

Xuetu stood behind him as coldly as ever, like a javelin ready to go.

"Mr. Long, I have brought him here!"

Xueying clasped his fists respectfully.

Elder Long waved his hand, and the blood shadow retreated.

Zhang Yi sat down unceremoniously, picked up the tea cup, took a sip of tea, and pretended to say: "Very good, good tea!"

Old Long's eyes widened and he became furious and cursed angrily: "You little bastard, that's my tea cup!"

"ah?

Yeah?"

Zhang Yi pretended to be surprised, pushed the tea cup back to him, curled his lips and said, "It seems like I care about your tea cup!"

"you!"

Mr. Long took a few deep breaths and silently said don't be angry, don't be angry.

Paralyzed! Every time I'm with this little bastard, I almost vent his heart disease.

"Thank you very much!"

Zhang Yi said suddenly.

Mr. Long was stunned, looked at him deeply, and said with a bad smile: "Thank you is not enough! Your gratitude must be acted upon!"

"What do you want?"

Zhang Yi glanced at him lightly, curled his lips and said: "First of all, let me state that I have no interest in joining your Dragon Gate!"

"You little bastard! Is it so difficult for you to join Longmen?"

Mr. Long was so angry that his beard bulged.

"I'm used to freedom, not your Longmen's rule-breaking restrictions!"

Zhang Yi said calmly.

Mr. Long was going crazy with this bastard. After calming down, he smiled and said: "You little bastard, I didn't expect you to kill all the heads of the Yu clan. I really underestimate you!"

"Yucheng is just scum to me, not worth mentioning!"

Zhang Yi said in a very unsatisfied tone.

Mr. Long twitched the corner of his mouth and was so impressed that he fell to the ground.

Even Xue Tu has black lines all over his head.

Is the leader of the Yu clan a scumbag?

Only the God of Death would dare to utter such arrogant words, otherwise others would think you are an idiot.

However, it can also be seen from here that this man's cultivation is simply unfathomable.

Even the patriarch and the great elder of the Yu clan fell in his hands at the same time, which is enough to show that this man's cultivation has reached the level of perfection! "Give me your wrist!"

Elder Long said suddenly.

"what?"

Zhang Yi looked at him warily.

"You little bastard, can I still harm you?"

Mr. Long was about to explode with anger.

"That's possible!"

Zhang Yi glanced at his mouth, but still put his wrist on the stone table.

Mr. Long glared at him angrily, picked up his wrist and began to feel his pulse.

After a long time, Mr. Long put down his wrist and said with a faint smile: "You little bastard, although you killed Yucheng of the Yu clan, it still cost you something!"

"What's that?

As long as we can kill him!"

Zhang Yi looked disdainful, then took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, lit it, and started puffing away.

Mr. Long quietly gave him a thumbs up, and then said with a smile: "Now that you have lost all your cultivation, are you interested in becoming my teacher?"

"Get out!"

Zhang Yi cursed angrily and said, "I just lost my cultivation for a short period of time, and my cultivation will come back tomorrow!"

"I..." Mr. Long was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood, and said a little surprised: "I didn't expect that your Taoist internal skills are so mysterious, and you can actually recover your cultivation! I admire you!"

"There's no point in admiring me, I won't teach you!"

"Damn it! I still don't want to learn your Taoist internal skills!"

"Yeah?

I see you looking so envious, do you really not want to learn?"

"The innate six-transformation magic skill that I practice is much stronger than your Taoist internal skills!"

"Yes! But as far as I know, this innate six-transformation magical skill seems to have evolved from our Taoist martial arts..." Zhang Yi took a puff of cigarette lightly.

"Damn it! I won't tell you this anymore!"

Mr. Long was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. He took a few deep breaths to calm down, then looked at him deeply and said, "I'm serious, you'd better join our Longmen! This will only be good for you!"

Zhang Yi didn't say a word, just puffed away and fell into deep thought.

Mr. Long didn't dare to disturb him and waited expectantly for his answer.

"Mr. Long, I have a question I need to ask you, and you must answer me honestly!"

Zhang Yi's voice is a bit deep.

"What's up?

Just ask! As long as I know, I can tell you!"

Mr. Long was stunned.

Zhang Yi took another puff of cigarette, cleared his throat, and asked seriously: "Excuse me, Lao Long, what is your current age?"

"Is that what you're asking?"

"Of course not!"

Mr. Long was stunned for a moment, and then said calmly: "Let me tell you this, I was born in the warlord period!"

Zhang Yi's face was full of surprise. This old guy has lived a long time. No wonder he is eager to find the future heir of Longmen! "You see, I am already quite old. Longmen really needs an heir. How about..." "Stop it!"

Zhang Yi interrupted him angrily, curled his lips and said, "We'll talk about this later. Now let's talk about the questions I need to ask!"

"Just ask!"

Mr. Long secretly rejoiced, is this a promising rhythm?

"I want to know, was there a bloody massacre in the martial arts world more than twenty years ago?"

Zhang Yi stared intently at Mr. Long's expression.

Sure enough, when Mr. Long heard what he said, his face couldn't help but trembled, and his face became a little ugly.

Xue Tu was also startled by Elder Long's appearance, but he had never seen Elder Long's face look so ugly.

The same was true for Zhang Yi, but he became even more curious.

What happened in that bloody massacre more than twenty years ago?

After a long time, Mr. Long took a few deep breaths and asked calmly: "Why do you ask this?"

"I want to know what happened back then! Please tell me, Mr. Long! As long as you tell me, I will consider joining Longmen!"

Zhang Yi said seriously.

"Are you telling the truth?"

Elder Long was immediately overjoyed, but soon became decadent. He shook his head and said, "I don't want to mention what happened back then! It was simply a nightmare for all martial arts practitioners!"

Zhang Yi was a little disappointed and quietly clenched his fists.

Mr. Long didn't say anything, picked up the tea and took a sip.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the entire pavilion solidified... Suddenly, Zhang Yi took off the jade pendant from his neck, handed it to Mr. Long in front of him and said, "Mr. Long, have you ever seen this jade pendant?"

Pfft... The moment Mr. Long saw the jade pendant, he couldn't help but spit out the tea.

"Old guy!"

Zhang Yi was going crazy because the tea just happened to spray into his face.

"Haha..." Looking at Zhang Yi's angry expression, Mr. Long burst out laughing: "Sorry!"

"If I hadn't lost all my cultivation now, I would have beaten you old guy!"

Zhang Yi clenched his fists.

"Calm down, you have to calm down!"
Chapter completed!