Senior Brother Long? Chen Xi thought in his heart. This person is probably that Long Zhenbei. Supposedly, he’s from the Serpent Dragon Clan, possesses an extremely formidable strength, and is a well-renowned and great figure amongst the Seed Disciples.

When he thought up to here, his state of mind was naturally different when he looked once more at this young man in a bright yellow battle robe that possessed a monstrous imposing aura. Because according to his knowledge, even such a ferocious figure like Wang Zhonghuan could only fight this person equally!

After all, Wang Zhonghuan possessed the ability to multiply his combat strength by five times and an Immortal Artifact, yet even he was unable to do anything to Long Zhenbei, so the latter’s strength was obvious.

Moreover, Long Zhenbei had cultivated the Innate Dao Art of the Serpent Dragon Clan, the Serpent Dragon’s Spiriteyes, and it was even more formidable than the White Emperor’s Metal Eyes that Yun Ye possessed.

“Haha. Junior Sister An actually still remembers me, I’m truly overwhelmed by this unexpected favor.” Long Zhenbei roared with laughter, and his bearing was rather heroic.

He was tall, handsome, and full of spirit, and he was absolutely that type of remarkable man that drew the favor of countless young women and possessed...