Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 379 The Unforgivable Battle
I have never heard of such a cheap request, and the old man was so angry that he almost lost his breath.

"Don't think that I dare not kill you because you are the descendant of the immortal doctor's school," the old man blew his beard and stared angrily, but he could only circle around Fan Denglong.

No way, the current Fan Denglong is definitely more annoying than a hedgehog.

"Did I say that I am a descendant of the Immortal Doctor School?"

Fan Denglong was very dissatisfied. Although the name of the descendant of the Immortal Doctor School was indeed quite famous, even an institution with such a prominent status in the world as Wuhun needed to sell some face.But to deal with a hypocrite like the old man, he still has the ability to be arrogant.

"Old man, if you really have the ability, come here, hide aside and talk big, who wouldn't?"

Fan Denglong said disdainfully, "I think you're just pretending to be like a pig's nose with garlic inserted. I guess you're best at this kind of lip service. Martial Soul is really bad enough, and everyone is attracted to it."

If the aggressive method is really used, the old man may not necessarily be Fan Denglong's opponent.

I have been under the influence of various TV dramas since I was a child, and recently I have read a lot of novels because of my frenzy for cultivating immortals.To put it bluntly, although it is still impossible to swear without being dirty, all kinds of swearing methods are definitely within reach.

"You," the old man was furious, and pressed his finger on the upper part of the bong, and a dagger jumped out. The old man held it in his left hand, and said angrily, "If I don't kill you today, I swear I won't be a human being."

"come on."

Fan Denglong waved at him, showing an impatient look.

The old man has lived for so long, and this is probably the first time he has encountered such a martial artist who doesn't know how to respect his predecessors, and his beard is straight.

Holding the dagger in his hand, he stabbed at Fan Denglong's body, his eyes showed ruthlessness, and he said angrily, "Congratulations, you have successfully angered me."

Originally, the old man wanted to save Fan Denglong's life on the signboard of the descendant of the Immortal Doctor School. No matter how high his status in Wuhun is, he is still a mortal after all, and he has to pass the test of life, old age, sickness and death. Stupid enough to be an enemy to someone who might give him an extra life at a critical moment in the future.

However, now the old man is already furious.

"For those who are trying to catch fame, you will only be able to brag if you go back and practice for decades."

Fan Denglong disdains, the old man's kung fu is not much different from Yunxiao's. Now at this level, Fan Denglong won't say that he can easily defeat him, but if others want his life, that is also a fairy tale.

The long sword and the dagger collided fiercely in the air, but it was not like before, and the dagger broke in response.

After all, this is not Fan Denglong's spear. Although it is also a rare sword in the world, it still has a big gap with the peerless magic weapon, and obviously the dagger in the old man's hand is not ordinary.

"The dagger in the old man's hand is made of thousand-year-old cold iron. If you want to cut it off, you are just dreaming."

Fan Denglong swung his long sword fiercely, and slashed at the old man's dagger vigorously.

This action, in the eyes of the old man, naturally became Fan Denglong's idea to cut off his dagger, so he couldn't help but smile, the young man's thinking is naive.

But then, when he took Fan Denglong's move again, his face suddenly changed.

A deep mark was left on the dagger, and there was a gap visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, Fan Denglong was holding swords in both hands, and his movements didn't look like he was fighting at all, but more like chopping wood with a hatchet.

"The descendant of the fairy doctor's school has a person like you, it is really embarrassing to the fairy doctor's school." The old man's heart is bleeding, the thousand-year-old cold iron is extremely rare, and he got such a piece by chance back then, so he could only reluctantly Forged into a dagger, the old man abruptly changed from a cheap, no, master swordsman to a dagger assassin.

From this, it can be seen how much the old man loves this dagger, but now there is a gap, and there is no spare thousand-year-old cold iron to repair him, and he is so distressed that he almost can't breathe.

"Old man, are you deaf?"

Fan Denglong slashed over with his sword again. Although there was also a gap on the long sword, it was not his property after all, so it didn't matter.

The sharpness of the long sword is not reliable, so use strength to make up for it.

Even for warriors, there are not many people in the Jianghu who can compete with Fan Denglong in strength, and the old man is definitely not one of them.

Fan Denglong's style of killing one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred made the old man gasp. Thinking of the notch on the dagger, his teeth ached a little.

No matter how angry he was, the old man felt that he could bear it in front of his beloved dagger.

Therefore, the attacking side instantly turned into the defensive side, and the old man only dared to scurry around in embarrassment, not daring to stop at all.

This is interesting. Fan Denglong chased after him unhurriedly, and accidentally slashed his sword on the gazebo. When he swung his sword again, the gazebo had already started to tilt to one side.

"Old man, if you really only have this ability, raising your hands as soon as possible is the best choice."

Faced with this kind of target that only hides but does not fight back, Fan Denglong lost interest after playing for a while.
The old man didn't answer, and continued to flee, anyway, he just didn't get out of the pavilion.

To be old and not die is to be a thief, and this old man is also a character with a thicker skin than a city wall.

Fan Denglong shook his head, "A trapped beast is still fighting, it's of no use to me."

Even without a long spear, Fan Denglong was quite sour in his heart because he could deal with it so easily, thinking that the so-called martial soul master was nothing more than that, so he inevitably felt a little contempt in his heart.

The pace under his feet quickened, and the spiritual energy in his whole body swarmed towards his feet. In his eyes, the speed of the old man suddenly became as slow as a snail.

"I don't know where you got the courage to be so proud,"

Fan Denglong chuckled, and was about to end the battle with a sword. Who would have thought that the old man who was running around with his head in his arms suddenly came back to his senses, stretched out his hand and sprinkled a handful of white powder on Fan Denglong's body.

Although he knew that the old man was shameless, he never thought that he had no limit at all.

The powder was nothing else, the old man raised his hand and threw it away, no matter how fast Fan Denglong reacted, no matter how airtightly he swung the long sword, he would always get hit.

Moreover, this is still lime powder.

The old man sprinkled it on Fan Denglong's head, and a lot of it got into his eyes immediately. Fan Denglong only felt that his eyes were on fire, and he yelled: "Despicable,"

The whole person stepped back quickly, the pain in the eyes was completely the same as the piercing pain.

With eyes closed, tears were streaming down.

"I learned these from you," the old man chuckled, put away the dagger made of thousand-year-old cold iron, replaced it with another ordinary dagger, and walked towards Fan Denglong quietly.

The martial artist hiding in the grass and watching Fan Denglong's every move secretly felt a little red in the face. Is this a warrior test?

Why do I feel that those little bastards on the street are more open and aboveboard than these two people.

(End of this chapter)