Chapter 438: Dragon Gang Secret

Long Xiaoyun stepped across the rope and walked step by step to Yan Chengchun and Alisha.

In fact, the two women are still hard to tell when they fight. Even though they know that they will not be able to decide the winner for a while, they cannot easily withdraw from the battle. Seeing Long Xiaoyun appear next to them, both women frowned at the same time.

Long Xiaoyun was still walking towards the two women step by step, and his steps were extremely slow, but several people in the audience were staring at him with their eyes wide open. The atmosphere suddenly condensed. Everyone could see that Long Xiaoyun wanted to separate the two, but could his sick body really separate the two tigresses?

Facts have proved that Long Xiaoyun's kung fu is indeed unfathomable. At least depending on the situation, Alisha and Yan Chengchun may not be able to take much advantage, because Long Xiaoyun simply stood in the middle of the two, and was hit by the two women in front and back, but they did not show any defeat at all. Instead, they suddenly stretched out their hands, grabbed the wrists of the two women, and exerted force, and the two women took three steps back together.

Everyone present was shocked. Yan Chengchun smiled bitterly. As Long Xiaoyun's junior sister, she and Shao Bing were the only people who knew Long Xiaoyun more. They rarely fought with Long Xiaoyun in recent years, but most of their martial arts were passed down from Long Xiaoyun. The blind old man once said that Long Xiaoyun was better than blue. For real martial arts geniuses, they naturally respected the blind old man as gods. They never doubted the old man's words, so Yan Chengchun was not surprised now. Instead, Alisa frowned and looked like a ghost.

There was a slap in a while, and Ma Liu laughed: "Alisa, come back!"

Alisa stared at Yan Chengchun and sneered: "You are lucky today, hum!"

Yan Chengchun was surprisingly not refuting, but just stared at Long Xiaoyun and smiled bitterly. It seemed that both of them had a lot to say, but they didn't know what to say.

Ma Liu took Alisa and Tu Qiang to leave without any stop. When Long Xiaoyun left, he ignored Ma Liu, as if he didn't know Ma Liu at all.

After getting off the arena, Yan Chengchun was about to leave with a sabre. Long Xiaoyun called her and sighed, "Junior sister, let's have a cup of tea together!"

Yan Chengchun had already walked a few steps, but stopped, for a while, nodded and said yes.

When we arrived at the club's book bar, the people from the club gave us a pot of good Pu'er. The saber and Zhang Meng sat in the distance, while Yan Chengchun and Long Xiaoyun sat near the window, took a sip of tea, Long Xiaoyun coughed a few times, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and said, "When you go back to Beijing, why don't you come to see me?"

"Didn't you concentrate on the affairs of the gang over the years? If you don't go out and don't go out, you're still leisurely." Yan Chengchun said lightly.

Long Xiaoyun smiled bitterly, looking through the window at the Wangfujing Snack Street still surging crowds, always feeling that such a lively environment is a bit out of place with his mood.

"You are also the deputy leader. Aren't you living a more free life than me?" Long Xiaoyun said with a smile.

Seeing Long Xiaoyun coughing again, Yan Chengchun finally couldn't help it and asked, "Your disease is really beyond cure?"

Long Xiaoyun nodded and smiled and said, "Don't worry, the old problem, I was like this when I was a child, and I will never die in a while."

A complicated expression flashed in Yan Chengchun's eyes and said, "How is the person I introduced last time now?"

"You mean the sword tyrant?" Long Xiaoyun's expression gradually became serious.

Yan Chengchun nodded.

"I am a master, but in the end I was defeated by Zhang Meng. According to your request, he has now become a member of our Dragon Gang Presbyterian Church. But this person is not very obedient. I don't understand why you introduced him to the Presbyterian Church." Long Xiaoyun said.

Yan Chengchun took a sip of tea and said coldly: "You can refuse. Now you are the leader of the gang, and you are responsible for the personnel and powers, and you have the final say in everything."

"You know I won't refuse." Long Xiaoyun smiled bitterly and said, "Junior sister, you won't still hate the master, right?"

Yan Chengchun smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "What do I hate him for? He chose you as the leader of the gang, which is what everyone hopes for. More than 30 masters of the Presbyterian Church, plus the four great guardians of Qinglong, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, and Xuanwu all support you, and I have nothing to say."

Long Xiaoyun sighed: "Actually, you also know that as the leader of the gang, there is only more responsibility and nothing else."

"I know, okay, if nothing happens, I'm leaving. I'm back this time just to see the fun. Now that I've finished watching the fun, I'm going back to Shanghai." Yan Chengchun stood up.

Long Xiaoyun smiled bitterly and said, "Why don't you play for a few more days? I'll go to my place tomorrow and I'll cook for you some of the dishes you like to call the most. How about it?"

When saying this, there was a hint of nostalgia and a hint of depression in Long Xiaoyun's eyes.

Yan Chengchun stared at Long Xiaoyun without saying a word for a long time. A touch of warmth appeared in his eyes, as if he had been trapped in memories. After a long time, he came to his senses. The expression in his eyes became colder and colder, and he said, "That was all my childhood. My taste has changed a lot now, and in the near future, I will give you a big surprise."

"You mean him?" Long Xiaoyun frowned and looked at the saber not far away.

"Yes." Yan Chengchun's expression became much gentler.

There was a hint of relief on Long Xiaoyun's face and said, "He is a good man, not bad. If you follow him, I'll rest assured."

"Thank you." Yan Chengchun seemed to be a little panicked, turned around and left, saying, "Goodbye."

Leaving with a saber, Yan Chengchun paused for two seconds when he walked to the door.

After leaving the club gate and sitting in the Hummer, Yan Chengchun closed his eyes to rest, but his eyelashes kept shaking. The saber drove slowly on Chang'an Street, sighed and said, "Do you like him?"

"Yes when I was a child, now, I only like you." Yan Chengchun replied slowly.

The Saber didn't say anything, and his heart felt a little bitter.

Yan Chengchun opened his eyes, his beautiful eyes filled with warmth, staring at the saber, Yan Chengchun smiled and said, "Don't you believe me?"

Saber didn't turn around, but smiled and said, "No, I believe."

Yan Chengchun laughed, but couldn't help but recall many things when she was a child. As she said, she only liked two men in her life, one was Long Xiaoyun and the other was a saber. Yan Chengchun, who had been childhood sweethearts with Long Xiaoyun since childhood, was eventually rejected by Long Xiaoyun. Since then, the relationship between the two has become much stranger. Later, because of the death of the old blind man, she left Beijing and rarely came back.

After Yan Chengchun left, Zhang Meng returned to Long Xiaoyun's side and sat down. The latter poured a cup of tea, drank it, and said nothing, so he stood up. When he walked out, he had just taken two steps. Long Xiaoyun covered his chest, coughed violently, and then wiped his mouth with a scarf, which turned bloody red.

"You are injured!" Zhang Meng sighed.

Long Xiaoyun smiled bitterly and said, "You know that even you are not sure to separate them, so they are all masters. Besides, my body is not convenient to use force. If I use one move, I will probably live a few years less."

Zhang Meng was stunned: "Then you still do it? Let them fight to the death."

Long Xiaoyun smiled bitterly and shook his head, step by step, and they walked out of the book bar. They took the elevator out of the club. When they were at the door, the manager was so nervous that he didn't dare to go out. After the two left, the manager then went to the bar and found a few tissues to wipe his sweat desperately. The two girls at the front desk asked in surprise: "Manager Liu, who was that man just now? So handsome!"

The manager rolled his eyes and squeezed out a sneer: "It's a pity that you have never had a chance in your life, and you don't even have a chance to say a word to him."

"Why?" A beautiful girl was quite dissatisfied and straightened her chest, so big.

The manager smiled bitterly and said, "Don't talk about you, even if Yu Wenxuan saw him, he would call him Master respectfully. Even Sister Yan would call him Senior Brother. You were young. If you were twenty years old, you might know who he was."

"Ah?!" Another beauties said in surprise: "Manager Liu, isn't he the one who made the city turmoil twenty years ago in Beijing, right?"

Shh!

Manager Liu said in surprise: "You want to die, don't say such things!"

Wipe the sweat, Manager Liu continues to wipe the sweat!

Back at the old house in the west of the city, Long Xiaoyun sat next to the brazier, rubbed each other with his hands, but he was still coughing, and his face became a little ugly.

Zhang Meng sighed in his heart, but could only help pour a cup of hot tea.

After drinking tea, Long Xiaoyun's complexion seemed to be much better. He thought he didn't like going out. In fact, he was recuperating. He had this disease since he was a child. The best way to nourish him is to roast the fire at home. If he said it, no one believed that except for midsummer, he had to cook the fire in spring, autumn and winter. Without the fire, his body would be quite weak. For his illness, the old blind man worked hard for more than ten years, but he was still unable to make up for the truth.

"Sit!" Long Xiaoyun pointed to the chair on the side.

Zhang Meng sat down and sighed again.

"Don't be sad. You don't know that I'm sick. You won't die in a while. You are the Qinglong envoy of our Dragon Gang and the number one master of our Dragon Gang. If your twenty-eight brothers under you hear you sighing all day long, they will probably be shocked!" Long Xiaoyun laughed softly.

Zhang Meng shook his head and said, "What is the best master? In front of you, I can't even get away with fifty moves. Besides, these are all the brothers below screaming casually. Among the more than 30 elders in the Elders' Group, how many people can I win besides the sword bully?"

"Haha, they are all old people who are rare. You are still young, don't be discouraged. By the way, what about the sword domineering now?" Long Xiaoyun comforted.

Zhang Meng said seriously: "It's okay, but you can see that this person is obviously a chess piece inserted by the deputy leader. I will go to Europe next month. Otherwise, you can send him to lead the team and keep it at home. If you can use the Holy See's hand to remove him this time, there will be a big hidden danger!"

Long Xiaoyun thought for a moment and smiled bitterly: "If he really dies, what would you think of the deputy leader? You will definitely be the first to doubt me! But you, this mission is extremely difficult, you have to bring a few more brothers! Safety is the first!"

Zhang Meng smiled coldly: "We are not fighting head-on this time, it's just assassination. You know this is my best, so don't worry, I won't let you down!"
Chapter completed!