Chapter 24

Originally, Longchen was calmly drinking, but suddenly his face turned cold, and the veins on his palm bulged.

That voice was familiar to Longchen, very familiar, so familiar that it made him filled with murderous intent. Longchen's abnormal behavior immediately made everyone alert.

"Brother Long, what's wrong?" Fat Yu asked, seeing the murderous look in Longchen's eyes, he immediately sobered up halfway.

"Nothing, when that person comes up, you all just make him feel as miserable as possible. Consider it a celebration for Shifeng, adding a bit of entertainment," Longchen said.

Upon hearing this, everyone realized that Longchen was about to cause trouble. The alcohol in their veins surged, and now that they had almost all received support from their families, they were eager to improve their relationship with Longchen. How could they let such a good opportunity slip away?

"Brother Long, you can count on me," Skinny Monkey patted his chest and promised.

At this moment, footsteps approached, and a man in his twenties, wearing a strange hat and with a pair of drooping eyebrows, came into everyone's view.

Longchen did not turn around, and he also told Ahman not to turn around. The two of them were just facing away from that person.

After the man came up, a man with a sullen face followed behind him, who seemed to be the innkeeper of this building.

"Make them all leave, or they will bear the consequences," the man said without even looking at Longchen and the others, his face full of arrogance.

Clearly, his intention was to have the innkeeper drive them away, as if he personally driving them away would lower his status.

"Oh, did you see that? Someone has a 'jiji' on his head," Skinny Monkey whispered to Fat Yu.

Although he whispered, his voice was not low, and everyone present could hear it clearly.

Longchen smiled slightly. The man was wearing a hat with a long, protruding part at the front. He hadn't noticed it before, but after Skinny Monkey mentioned it, it did look very much like a 'jiji'.

"Tsk, what's the big deal? It must be because his father did too many bad things and was cursed," Fat Yu looked at the man and said to Skinny Monkey with disdain.

"Why do you say that?" Skinny Monkey asked, puzzled.

"Are you really that stupid? Haven't you heard people curse like this: 'I curse you to have a son with a 'jiji' on his head'?"

"Oh, brother, you're so insightful. I've learned a lot from you," Skinny Monkey said with admiration.

The innkeeper who had come up with the man was so frightened by the way everyone was mocking him that his face turned pale. He quickly signaled to Shifeng.

Unfortunately, Shifeng, who had a bit of a relationship with the innkeeper, ignored him as if he hadn't seen him.

The man with the drooping eyebrows suddenly turned cold, and he looked at Fat Yu coldly, "Fat pig, are you looking for death?"

Fat Yu shook his head and said, "Brother, look at your sullen face. Even if I can't tell fortunes, I know you either lost your father or your mother. Coming here to eat and drink at this time is not appropriate, is it?"

"That's right, it's very disrespectful."

"Such a son might as well have been plastered on the wall from the beginning."

"Don't talk anymore. Can't you see he's already trembling? If we keep talking, he might have a seizure and foam at the mouth. How can we drink then?"

The power of a group is great. Seeing Fat Yu and Skinny Monkey working together, the others, who had been unable to join in, finally found an opportunity to contribute their share.

"Looking for death."

That man shouted, and a long whip appeared in his hand. The wind whistled, and with a fierce killing intent, he lashed out at everyone, covering all of them in one strike.

Shifeng had been prepared. Seeing the man attack, he had already been ready. He drew his waist and slashed with a knife.

"Bang"

The long knife and the soft whip collided, producing a loud explosion. Shifeng suddenly felt a powerful force, and he was thrown back, crashing into a pillar, causing the entire building to shake.

A flush appeared on Shifeng's face, a sign that his internal organs were injured, and blood was surging up. He was actually injured in one move.

"Die, scum."

After the first strike, the man's long whip turned straight like a venomous dragon, like a sharp sword, heading straight for Shifeng's heart.

This shocked everyone. They didn't expect the man to be so ruthless, clearly intending to kill Shifeng.

The long whip came too fast, and Shifeng didn't have time to dodge. Just as he thought he was about to die,

"Slap"

A large hand tightly grabbed the long whip, like someone pinching the seven-inch point of a venomous snake, making it unable to move.

"Brother Long"

Everyone cheered. Longchen was now standing in front of Shifeng, one hand tightly gripping the long whip, looking at the man like a king, coldly.

"It's you?"

The man with the drooping eyebrows was startled when he saw Longchen.

"Very good, you still remember me."

A cold smile appeared on Longchen's face. Suddenly, he exerted more force, and the man felt a powerful force, making him involuntarily fly towards Longchen.

The man was slightly startled. He didn't expect Longchen to be so strong, even a Blood Condensation First Stage expert like him couldn't resist.

A cold smile appeared on his lips, and he used the force to fly towards Longchen, lifting his foot and aiming for Longchen's chest, reacting so quickly that it made people dizzy, showing that he was a true expert.

Seeing him coming, Longchen also kicked out, not fast, but just in time to kick the man's groin before his foot reached Longchen's chest.

"Slap"

The sound of something breaking made everyone feel a chill in their crotch and their hair stand on end.

"Ahh"

A scream echoed throughout the building, and everyone who heard it felt a chill down their spine.

But even that scream couldn't vent the pain the man with the drooping eyebrows was feeling.

"Bang"

The man with the drooping eyebrows crashed into the pillar, making a loud noise, and was bounced back, his face contorted in pain, rolling on the ground.

Due to the intense rolling, the man's hat suddenly fell off, and Fat Yu and the others' faces changed:

"A person from the Great Xia Kingdom?"

When the man's hat fell off, a very strange hairstyle was revealed, like a braid standing up, which explained why his hat was so strange.

That hairstyle was a symbol of the Great Xia Kingdom, but only those of high status would have such a hairstyle.

For a moment, everyone looked at each other, feeling that they had caused a big trouble. The Great Xia and Fengming were friendly, and such behavior could affect diplomatic relations, which was a very serious crime.

Longchen looked at the man with the drooping eyebrows rolling on the ground, and the frustration in his heart eased a bit. He handed the whip to Ahman, "He hit you with a whip, now you hit him back."

"Hit someone? I don't dare," Ahman said hesitantly.

Longchen's face turned serious, "Are you not listening to me?"

"I... I'll hit him,"

Seeing Longchen's serious face, Ahman was startled. Growing up, he had only been hit, and this was the first time he was hitting someone. Holding the whip, he hesitated for a long time, not daring to swing it.

"Hit," Longchen shouted. He needed Ahman to take that step, otherwise, he would be bullied for life.

"Alright, I'll hit him."

Ahman took a deep breath and swung the whip at the man.

"Ouch"

A scream.

But the scream wasn't from the man with the drooping eyebrows, but from the person closest to Ahman.

"Brother Ahman, who are you trying to hit?" The person was almost in tears, rubbing his sore thigh.

Ahman's face turned red. He had never used a whip before. It was soft and hard to control. He missed the target and hit his neighbor instead.

Longchen sighed. This kid needed more practice:

"Continue"

After Longchen shouted, everyone quickly ran far away, staying at least three zhang away, which made them feel safe.

"Slap"

This time, Ahman did better, finding a bit of the knack for using the whip, but the whip was still eight feet away from the man with the drooping eyebrows.

The man with the drooping eyebrows was holding his crotch, his face contorted in pain, and he couldn't care about Ahman's weak attack.

"Brother Long, this is enough,"

Seeing Longchen's serious face, Ahman quickly said, and raised the whip to hit the man again.

At this moment, a figure appeared in front of everyone. The man looked to be in his thirties, with a long scar on his face, and a very fierce expression.

"Stop"

Seeing the man with the drooping eyebrows on the ground and Ahman raising the whip, the man was furious and shouted.

"You say stop, and I'll stop? Hit him," Longchen coldly said.

Seeing Longchen say to hit, Ahman no longer hesitated and swung the whip at the man with the drooping eyebrows again.

"Looking for death"

Seeing Ahman still attacking, the man was furious, and he moved his foot, turning into a whirlwind and rushing towards Ahman.

"Get lost"

Longchen took a step forward, blocking the man, and swung a punch.

Seeing Longchen blocking him, the man's eyebrows furrowed, and he also swung a punch.

"Boom"

The two punches collided, producing a loud explosion, and energy spread out. But what shocked the scar-faced man was that his punch couldn't force the thin, scholarly-looking man back.

"Slap"

At this moment, Ahman's whip finally landed, making a light sound. He had intended to hit the man's buttocks, but his aim was poor, and it hit his face instead.

And coincidentally, it hit his nose. Although Ahman wasn't good at using the whip, he still had some strength, and it split the man's nose, causing blood to flow.

The scar-faced man's face turned green with anger, and he roared, his whole body bursting with energy, making the air heavy and making it hard for the surrounding people to breathe.

"Blood Condensation Mid-Stage?"

Everyone was shocked. Only a Blood Condensation Mid-Stage expert could condense blood to such a degree.

In the martial arts world, each major realm is divided into nine minor realms, from First Stage to Ninth Stage.

First to Third Stage is Early Stage, Fourth to Sixth Stage is Mid-Stage, and Seventh to Ninth Stage is Late Stage. The scar-faced man, now fully exerting his power, was clearly a Blood Condensation Mid-Stage expert.

"Boom"

A loud explosion, and Longchen felt his blood surge, and he was thrown back more than ten feet, his chest feeling a bit sore.

Finally, he had found his limit. This person was not his match, and Longchen was secretly alarmed.

The scar-faced man, after throwing Longchen back with one punch, did not hesitate and threw another punch.

"Who dares to hit my Brother Long?"

Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed, making everyone's ears ring. A fist glowing with a bloody light, carrying immense power, struck the scar-faced man.