Start: Confined By The System And Become Mentally Ill

Turning his attention to his precious daughter, Sun Baimo's face gradually changed color and his eyebrows knitted together.

His eyes burst out with rays of light as sharp as knives, and he yelled loudly.

"I don't need anyone else to give me my face. Little bastard, you have no right to speak here. Long Teng, if you want to devour my Sun family, it depends on whether you have the appetite."

As Sun Baimo's voice fell, dozens of figures not far away rushed over at great speed.

Although the number of people is not large, there is a power of tigers roaring and dragons roaring as they move around.

After operating in Fubo City for so many years, how could Sun Baimo not have any strength? These people are his trump cards now.

"Fu Longshi, hehehe..." The middle-aged man in the carriage laughed gloomily, "I didn't expect you to really do it."

Fulong Shi is a very ancient way of practice.

It takes dozens of people with connected minds to practice together to achieve the effect.

It is said that after successful practice, dozens of people unite and have the power of subduing the dragon, which can forcefully defeat the great monks in the annihilation realm.

With the appearance of Fronshi, the Long family has to consider whether it is worth it to completely break up with the Sun family.

If a fight really breaks out, most of Fubo City will probably be destroyed, and Ye Gucheng will definitely intervene at that time.

Thinking of the city lord who was known as the Flying Sword Immortal, Long Teng's expression changed several times.

Moreover, Sun Baimo was well-known as a daughter slave, and he would do anything for Sun Lianxue.

Long Teng did not doubt whether he, Sun Baimo, was determined to fight the Long family to the death for Sun Lianxue.

In the end, Long Teng smiled and shook his head: "Brother Sun, don't be angry. Since you don't want Xiaoxue to enter my Long family, then don't."

When Long Aotian heard this, he became anxious. He opened the car window and yelled: "Dad, no, we must finalize the marriage today while the ancestor is here."

"Pa!" Long Teng raised his hand and slapped Long Aotian, "Shut up, you have no right to speak!"

Long Aotian was stunned by this slap and lowered his head and did not dare to speak anymore.

"Brother Sun, we'll see you at the auction house!" Long Tengpi smiled and prepared to say goodbye.

"Wait a minute!" At this moment, Lu Chuan suddenly spoke up after watching the show.

All eyes were focused on this ridiculously beautiful pretty boy.

However, the strength at this level is barely enough to make people laugh.

Sun Baimo was also a little confused. Only by showing his trump card could he avoid the limelight. What kind of trick was this?

"Little brother, nothing happens, let's go to the auction house first!"

"Shut up!" Lu Chuan rolled his eyes.

"Shut up!" At this time, Sledgehammer poked his little head out of Lu Chuan's arms.

This guy drank too much last night and didn't wake up until now. As soon as he woke up, he started talking to Lu Chuan.

Sun Baimo's lips trembled for a while. Looking at these two live treasures, one big and one small, they didn't look like masters. He always felt that he had been tricked by Zhou Yu.

Mo Wenyong, who had been acting very calmly at this time, suddenly shrank his pupils.

Because he noticed the small red gourd in Lu Chuan's hand.

If you read it correctly, it is the Chaos Gourd that has been missing for more than 200,000 years.

Thinking of the legend about this gourd, Mo Wenyong's eyes suddenly became hot.

Lu Chuan glanced sideways at Mo Wenyong, twitched the corner of his mouth with disdain, and then looked at Long Aotian.

"Zi Zhong, did you just glare at me?"

"Pfft..." The people from the Sun family just spat out their words. Is this how they want to attract hatred?

"Little bastard, what did you say?" Long Aotian had just received a slap in the face, and he was furious at the moment when a blind man happened to come.

"Hey!" Lu Chuan tossed his hair coquettishly, "Everyone, stay back, I'm going to show off in front of Long Aotian today."

"Hahaha... little bastard, are you doing acrobatics? You have two swords hanging on your waist!" Long Aotian didn't take Lu Chuan seriously at all.

After all, normal people would not take a word-level novice seriously, and perhaps even the dogs raised by the Long family would not give a second glance to a Qi-condensing monk.

Moreover, serious monks, even sword cultivators, do not hang swords on their waists.

In the eyes of the monks, Lu Chuan's appearance was that of someone who was playing tricks in the world.

"Like to laugh?" Lu Chuan suddenly burst into flames and rushed straight towards Long Aotian, so fast that he pulled up a string of shadows.

"Be careful!" Mo Wenyong reacted the fastest, but when he wanted to stop him, it was too late.

"help me……"

The shadow of death loomed over him, and Long Aotian never had the chance to finish his last words.

"puff……"

Blood spurted out like an out-of-control faucet.

Long Aotian's head disappeared, but his body had no time to fall, and the blood spurting out made a sound like the wind.

By the time everyone could see Lu Chuan's figure clearly, he had returned to the same place, holding a fresh human head in his hand.

"He's both good and pretentious, ah...hey!"

Said Lu Chuan raised his foot and kicked Long Aotian's head out like a football.

"Good goal, I can still play well without eating sea cucumbers, haha..."

The head disappeared into the horizon with a line of blood, and Lu Chuan nodded with satisfaction.

It all happened so fast, it didn't take more than two seconds.

By the time everyone reacted, the dust had settled.

"Tian'er..." Long Teng's roar of grief and anger resounded throughout Fubo City.

"You evil beast, if you kill my son, you will be cut into pieces today."

Long Teng was furious and his true energy surged up, directly shattering the carriage.

Flying up, Long Teng punched Lu Chuan, and a huge fist shadow instantly formed in the sky, like a golden shadow, with great power.

"Golden Fist, little brother, hide quickly!" Sun Baimo shouted anxiously when he saw the shadow of the fist.

Although Long Teng is only a monk in the realm of Tianfa, but with this ancient magical golden fist, he has the ability to defeat the monks who have just entered the realm of annihilation.

"Impulse is the devil. If your son is gone, you can regenerate. Why get angry!" Lu Chuan teased, looking at the huge fist shadow, and the sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

At this time, Mo Wenyong calmly stepped away and stared at Lu Chuan from a distance.

His powerful five senses told him that if he attacked this young man, he would probably end up like Long Aotian.

Long Teng also discovered Mo Wenyong's behavior and immediately realized that something was wrong.

After punching out, he jumped into the air and prepared to escape.

"Did I let you two go?" Lu Chuan sneered.

"Sword Claw." He raised his five fingers and pulled hard against the sky, and the sword energy spurted out.

Five huge black cracks were pulled out of the air, and a low whistling sound came from the cracks.

It was like a torn wound, groaning in pain.

Lu Chuan's claw actually tore the space apart.

The space turbulence exploded, with the power to tear everything apart, and they collided manically.

Long Teng was trapped in the torn space. He wanted to open up the realm, but the violent space turbulence was cutting at extremely fast speeds.

What's even more terrifying is that these spatial turbulences are mixed with sword energy that tears everything apart.