Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 378 Psychiatric Asylum
"Hey, your people are dying, why don't you come out to help?"

Fan Denglong yelled to the surroundings, and then said with a smile: "Old man, can I go up the mountain?"

The old man nodded bitterly.

"It wasn't a fair matchup, was it?"

Fan Denglong shrugged and said innocently.

In this test, all the rules are in the hands of Wuhunren. He doesn't know anything, but he rushes in like a fool.

Someone came down from the mountain stepping on the tip of the thatch. The posture was very handsome, but his face didn't look so good after seeing the old man who couldn't stop coughing.

Fan Denglong ignored this person and walked up the mountain very calmly.

"Stop," the man called after him.

Fan Denglong turned around and asked with a smile, "Uncle, what are your orders?"

It's just a playful tone.

"Whoever wins by means of such a despicable sneak attack, we don't need Wuhun, so get rolled down the mountain immediately."

The middle-aged man was wearing a black exercise uniform with a beard on his mouth. Because he was a little emotional, he was spitting when he spoke.

Fan Denglong let out a cry, then walked back slowly, and said in a frivolous tone: "What if I say no? Will hundreds of masters come down immediately and hack me to death with wild swords?"

"Killing someone like you will only dirty my sword," the middle-aged man said disdainfully.

"If I kill you, I will also feel that my sword is dirty."

Fan Denglong's voice was very flat, but in the ears of the middle-aged man, it was full of anger and shock.

Because Fan Denglong had already stood beside the middle-aged man at some point, with a long sword around his neck.

At this speed, the middle-aged people didn't understand what was going on.

"This is the headquarters of Wuhun. If you dare to do something, then wait to be hunted down by warriors all over the world." Of course, the middle-aged man was not too panic-stricken. The world is so big.

"I will remember your words,"

Fan Denglong retracted his long sword with a smile, but there was a strange light in his eyes.

Just for the attitude of this middle-aged man, today's test must be passed.

You wait for me, and I will be the first one to operate on you after I pass the test.

He doesn't have a good impression of Wuhun himself, and now this middle-aged man has successfully aroused Fan Denglong's competitive spirit.

Distraught, Fan Denglong walked up the mountain step by step, and arrived at the location of the second level after a few minutes.

It's still a gazebo, and it's still an old man, with a bong in his hand. Fan Denglong couldn't help complaining about the clothes he was wearing. He looked like an old man who grew vegetables.

"Isn't there a young man in Wuhun?" Fan Denglong walked into the gazebo, sat carelessly on the bar, only to realize that the bong in the old man's mouth was not smoking at all, and he didn't know what he was talking about for a long time.

"This is not making a movie. Everyone who wants to reach the top must go up in a down-to-earth manner. Those who take shortcuts will end up miserable in the end without exception."

The old man's words were thorny, but Fan Denglong didn't care, he laughed and said: "Old man, I don't study much, so I don't understand what you said."

"Young man, your parents didn't tell you that the most important thing to walk in the rivers and lakes is to keep a low profile."

The old man turned around slowly, his face was full of murderous intent when he said this, maybe Fan Denglong's previous actions had successfully angered Wuhun and the others.

Fan Denglong said embarrassingly: "My master said, stand up straight and stride forward."

It's a completely wrong answer.

If it were any other Jianghu old man, Fan Denglong would really show a little respect, disrespecting his cultivation base, at least because of his age.

But it would be absolutely unacceptable for people from Wuhun to put on such a face in front of him. In that small town, he was used to seeing the ugliness of Wuhun, which meant that this group of people was trying to gain fame.

If you dare to speak in this tone again, be careful that Fan Denglong is in a bad mood and will directly slap people with his mouth.

"If you walk too fast, it's easy to stumble." The old man said sinisterly, the pipe in his hand knocked on the gazebo, but he didn't see much force, but there was a tremor from the gazebo.

"That's better than talking about eggs," Fan Denglong said in a straight-forward confrontation with the old man, and it was not false at all.

The old man chuckled and didn't continue to say anything, but rushed towards Fan Denglong's side quickly, waving a bong.

"The predecessor of Wuhun was definitely an asylum for the mentally ill," Fan Denglong became more certain of this idea in his heart. It was the first time he saw a bong as a weapon, which was really an eye-opener.

However, when the old man made a move, his aura suddenly changed, especially the smoking gun made Fan Denglong feel a sense of danger.

His expression froze immediately, and without further ado, he pulled out the long sword that was carried on his belt, and swung it quickly.

The completely unstructured sword moves are not so much fighting against warriors as they are playing role-playing games in children's playhouses, just waving them indiscriminately.

But this guy's hand speed is still good, at least with this swing, the old man's smoking gun can't get through.

This is the advantage of a long weapon. The so-called one inch is short and one inch is dangerous. The old man dare not rush forward, so that he will be injured before he hits the target.

Taking advantage of this time, Fan Denglong took a look at the old man's bong, only to find that there was a dagger hidden in it. This trick is really deep.

"Only you are qualified to talk about me?"

Usually, he looks like an old man who will fall down when the wind blows, and he also pretends to be an old smoker. Compared with the old man who did Tai Chi before Fan Denglong, he is just half a catty.

"To deal with a despicable person like you, of course you don't need to be so polite."

The old man saw that he couldn't attack from the front, so he wandered around, looking for Fan Denglong's flaws, waiting for a fatal blow.

He also saw that Fan Denglong had no routines or skills at all. He just relied on a brute force to increase the speed of the sword so fast, and he was waiting for Fan Denglong to run out of strength.

"The mouth grows on you, you can say whatever you want."

Fan Denglong sneered, and while dancing his sword, he said, "What kind of bullshit rules is this?"

"Do you think you can get out safely?" The old man laughed loudly, "The yellow-haired kid doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth,"

"It's useless to irritate me," Fan Denglong's favorite thing is to use the heart of a villain to treat a gentleman's belly. He feels that the old man is trying his best to provoke himself first, and then take advantage of his own flaws.

Although, the old man opposite can only be regarded as a hypocrite at best.

"To kill you, one of my fingers is enough."

"Then why are you bb? Come on, I can't wait."

(End of this chapter)