Section 9, crabs, eight legs

If this guy were a crab, eight arms could allow eight brothers to achieve merit A soldier who couldn't push forward murmured softly

Long Yuntian felt that this magic crystal was somewhat inferior to the one on his Chiyan Sword, but it was still quite rare

Bold and reckless, under the bright sky and clear heavens, with the crows and thieves first, and the slaughter of the city defense forces following, such utterly immoral individuals still have the face to exist in this world. Do you even know what shame is? Today, I shall rid the people of this harm. The elder of the Wei family pointed at Long Yuntian, his anger rising to the point of bursting, filled with righteous indignation. Those who do not know might really think that Long Yuntian is some kind of irredeemable villain.

As for the fluctuations of battle energy from the peak of the day after tomorrow, Elder Wei believes that it is due to the use of a certain forbidden technique, which coincidentally aligns with the inconsistent strength observed in Young Master Long.

Moreover, since the other party is so oblivious, one naturally has to indulge them and have some fun; otherwise, would it not be a disservice to this wonderful 'misunderstanding'

"You young rascal, you harmed the imperial soldiers first and acted arrogantly afterward. Today, I shall teach you how to be a person," Elder Wei said as he stepped forward. With a swift motion of his palms, a faint red battle aura accompanied by a fierce wind struck Dragon Yuntian's face, causing him a sharp pain.

I said, if you intend to be unreasonable and turn black into white, you should at least consider who the other party is. Not understanding your own worth and then making a scene is quite pitiful. Ah, I truly feel a bit sorry for you. Long Yuntian can be quite sharp-tongued, employing one set of retorts after another.

Long Yuntian helped them fulfill their promise, yes, everyone was interrupted by him 'arm'.

Long Yuntian is not wrong; Wei Lao is indeed planning to investigate Long Yuntian's background. This is because the other party clearly knows that they just engaged with the city guard yet still appears unafraid, which suggests they are not an ordinary person

Long Yuntian was a renowned thief in his past life, so he does not take offense when others refer to him as a petty thief. However, if he were to be accused of a different crime, he would likely not be so accommodating.

Long Yuntian is a junior and significantly younger than Old Wei, so he did not feel any embarrassment when he coughed up blood. However, Old Wei, being a renowned senior, naturally values his reputation and would rather swallow his blood back, even if it exacerbates his injuries, than publicly spit out blood.

"Oh, when did this army start playing the role of constables?" Long Yuntian curiously asked as he surveyed the soldiers before him

The most critical point is that he felt the fluctuating battle aura of Long Dashao before this, a situation typically seen in those who have fallen into a state of obsession. However, judging by Long Dashao's excited demeanor during the fight just now, it is evident that this is not the case

"Those who engage in petty theft and deceit should be punished by all; we call this acting with righteousness and courage." A soldier clearly seemed prepared for Long Yuntian's words, or perhaps he had developed a certain routine from having committed many wrongdoings.

"Oh, so you are quite tough, are you?" Long Yuntian smiled, though to the other party, it resembled a devil's smile

"I said, you person who is half-buried in the ground should have long been preparing your coffin at home. Why come out to embarrass yourself?" Long Yuntian said sharply and bitterly

"Kid, you want evidence, don't you? Evidence is easy to come by; it's right on you. You stole someone else's sword and are brazenly wearing it. You are simply asking for trouble. Brothers, teach him a lesson and break his arms." The leading soldier shouted loudly, and dozens of soldiers rushed towards Long Yuntian.

"Very well, very well, sharp-tongued." Old Wei looked at Long Yuntian and roared, "Today I will let you witness my Flame Blade, teaching you how to respect the elderly and love the young."

Indeed, Long Dasha attempted to provoke Old Wei; as long as the other party became infuriated, his opportunity would arise.

Long Yuntian was engaging with the people of this world for the first time in a formal setting. Moreover, as the opponent's martial prowess was comparable to his own, he felt a strong desire to win and showed no fear, advancing with his fists to meet the opponent's palms, not retreating an inch.

However, Young Master Long is simply too young, young enough to make Old Wei let down his guard. In Old Wei's view, even if Young Master Long had been practicing martial arts since he was in the womb, how much strength could he possibly have? Time is not omnipotent, but without time, nothing can be achieved. To reach the peak of the acquired realm in just over twenty years? Who do you think you are? You are Long Zhantian.

"Speak, where is your evidence? Who told you that the sword in my hand is stolen? Whose sword did I steal? Who is the rightful owner?" Long Yuntian patted the already pale face of the soldier's leader, who was suffering from pain and fear, "If you don't clarify this for me, be careful that I will break your limbs."

"No, no, I said." The soldier leader, upon hearing Long Yuntian's words, turned around, his body trembling like a sieve, his face pale, and said to Young Master Wu, "Wu ... ..."

However, upon seeing Long Yuntian's unfriendly expression as he glanced back and forth between his two thighs, he suddenly understood the situation and his face turned ashen.

Well, aren't you planning to break my arm? Then let's see what it feels like to have an arm broken. I, the young master, am still quite easy to talk to, Long thought to himself

Mr. Wu, you are not being genuine; your ideas are quite rigid. The brothers have all been injured, and you cannot remain indifferent.

Bang. At the location where the two were engaged, Long Yuntian and Old Wei both retreated three steps in succession. Young Master Long felt a sweetness in his throat and directly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, while Old Wei's face turned pale, forcing down the blood that had risen to his throat.

For a martial artist, encountering unusual occurrences generally requires a cautious approach

The son of the Minister of War was right beside them, and the soldiers were naturally eager to showcase their abilities. After a thousand days of training, it was time to put it to use. This 'mighty army' that had been trained for so long was certainly due for a thorough inspection.

"I prefer toughness, as there is no sense of achievement in tormenting the weak," Long Yuntian said with a cold snort. "Since you do not wish for an opportunity, do not blame me. Let me tell you, do not say 'Oh', otherwise this young master will be very disappointed"

"Old man, you are already old." Long Yuntian looked at the gloomy-faced Old Wei and pretended to shake his head in disdain, "Don't say that this young master lacks the virtue of respecting the elderly and cherishing the young; the key point is that your character is truly too detestable, old man."

However, Long Dasha is not lacking in experience and wisdom in struggles; this is his own battle, and failure is even less likely.

If they could gain the favor of Young Master Wu, perhaps they might seize the opportunity to be promoted to a small team leader or something similar, the soldiers thought to themselves

If this guy were a centipede, then each brother could achieve merit in front of Young Master Wu hetushucom .com Another soldier, who could not rush in, muttered

To be honest, although Long Dashao had fought many battles in his previous life, he was truly unaccustomed to this method of using battle energy, so some awkwardness was inevitable

A fiery red short knife was taken from Wei Lao's waist. The treasured blade was drawn from its sheath, and the bright red blade made Long Yuntian feel a wave of scorching heat. Embedded in the hilt was a magic crystal the size of a dragon's eye, its bright red hue emanating the source of the intense heat.

Just now, Young Master Wu mentioned that he would break his arm, so the soldiers were eager to step forward to claim credit. After all, there are only two arms; if someone else breaks it, wouldn't that mean they miss their chance to achieve merit? No, they must not let this opportunity slip away, and many felt a surge of determination in their hearts

"Uh, you, you, you better not act recklessly. We are the city defense army. Are you trying to rebel?" The small leader of the city defense army noticed the unfriendly expression on Long Yuntian's face and spoke with a fierce tone but a cowardly heart, while occasionally glancing secretly at Young Master Wu, his eyes filled with pleading, as well as a hint of doubt and resentment.

Moreover, the sudden surge of overwhelming battle energy that erupted when Long Dashao was fighting also surprised him, although he still believed that his chances of winning were quite high

Furthermore, I would like to remind you that speaking loudly does not necessarily mean you are right, " Long Yuntian mocked.

When the furious Long Yuntian, the young master of the Dragon Clan, took action, he naturally showed no mercy. His strength at the peak of the postnatal stage should not be underestimated, nor could it be borne by dozens of small soldiers. Soon, the ground was littered with bodies, each person curled up with their arms, howling and grimacing in pain.

"You are quite arrogant, aren't you?" Long Yuntian looked down from above at the soldier leader who had just interrupted him, lying on the ground and wailing, a smile on his face.

Long Yuntian was nearly infuriated upon hearing this. How can one speak like that? What nonsense about crabs and centipedes? Get lost.

"How is it that you couldn't hold back so soon?" Long Yuntian looked at the other person, mockingly asking while digging into his ear, "I thought you would wait a bit longer to see what this young master is made of."

Indeed, Old Wei's speculation is quite reasonable. Young Master Long is not his father, Long Zhantian, but even if Old Wei's mind were replaced with that of Zhuge Liang, he would still not believe that a martial sage would consistently provide someone with the technique of muscle and marrow transformation for nineteen years. This is simply beyond the realm of common sense.

Five limbs? The soldier was taken aback, saying, "I have heard of four limbs, but I have never heard of five limbs."

"Cut, as if only you possess weapons." Long Yuntian glanced at Old Wei's Flame Blade and smirked, feeling quite pleased. He thought to himself, haha, using weapons, just as I intended. Initially, I felt a bit embarrassed.

"Oh, are you quite skilled in your business?" Long Yuntian said with a smile that was not quite a smile, "It seems you have engaged in quite a few acts of cunning and plunder, haven't you? Well then, if you say I am a petty thief, then present your evidence, will you?" Long Yuntian asked with a grin.

"Good, good, good, indeed heroes emerge from the youth," Wei Lao said sternly to Long Yuntian, while feeling an extraordinary surprise in his heart. He did not expect that the other party was truly at the peak of the acquired stage, with a level of battle aura that was not at all inferior to his own, and even seemed to have the potential to surpass it. Moreover, the other party's battle aura was of the fire attribute, and its purity far exceeded his own. The only comforting aspect was that the other party did not seem very skilled in combat.