Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 392 Fighting Song Jian

"Who is his own person? He has no dignity, is arrogant and ignorant, and this kind of person is also worthy of entering my Wuhun gate? If this is spread, won't he be laughed at by his colleagues in the world in the future?"

Song Jian snorted coldly, then turned his head to the side, and said loudly: "Everyone, do you agree that such a person with no family or sect can enter the martial soul?"

Qi Xuan frowned, and looked at Song Jian with some displeasure, "Fan Denglong went through three checkpoints in a row according to the rules, and now he contradicts his promise and spreads the word. Wouldn't it make people in the same circle laugh at him even more?"

Song Jian blushed and argued with his thick neck: "Who knows where this kid came from? What if he is an undercover agent sent by the Heavenly Demon Sect?"

The old guy knew he was wrong, so he framed a good person with empty teeth.

Let alone Qi Xuan now, even Zhang Liudao couldn't stand it any longer, and stood up unsteadily, "Junior Brother Song, that's a bit too much."

Although he once fell into the hands of a brat like Fan Denglong, and the opponent's methods were not very glorious, Zhang Liudao should be full of hostility towards Fan Denglong, but he just didn't like Song Jian's methods.

Since the last time the small town's Wuhun lost its troops, Tianmomen has become a street rat and everyone shouts and beats them. Letting Fan Denglong carry such a name on his back basically ruined a young junior.

"Is what I said wrong? This kid has a wicked mind, and his stomach is full of crooked ways." Song Jian argued with reason, and the group of melon-eaters who didn't know the truth all nodded in unison, and what he said made sense.

Zhang Liudao covered his face, pointed at Song Jian, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

If it is said that Fan Denglong's means of winning is disgraceful, then why did he, Song Jian, touch a bag of lime powder during the competition?
"Old man, you are naturally thick-skinned, I am ashamed of myself."

Fan Denglong punched Song Jian.

Song Jian didn't take it seriously, and said triumphantly: "With me, Song Jian, for a day, you will never enter the gate of Wuhun."

"Do you think the young master is rare?" Fan Denglong sneered and flicked his sleeves, "The young master is ashamed to be with you."

That's right, it's the contempt for eating fruit.

"For a person like you who is just trying to catch fame, even if you invite me in with a big sedan chair, I won't even bother you."

Fan Denglong cupped his fists towards Qi Xuan and Zhang Liudao, and said, "Seniors, Fan Denglong bids farewell."

"Wait a minute," Qi Xuan hurriedly stopped Fan Denglong, and said anxiously, "Wuhun is not someone's monopoly, and it's not up to anyone to let you in."

Qi Xuan gave Song Jian a displeased look. To be honest, he didn't like Song Jian very much either.

Wuhun's morale is not right up and down, which is inseparable from people like Song Jian.

"Yes, let's vote together on this matter." Zhang Liudao and Qi Xuan came out of the same school, so naturally they were in the same breath at this time.

Song Jian said unwillingly: "Other matters are easy to discuss, and I absolutely disagree with this matter."

He put on a posture of me without him, and his attitude was very firm.

"Old man, I have tolerated you for a long time."

Seeing the shameless look of this old guy, Fan Denglong immediately became angry, ran over and pulled out a spear from the weapon rack, "Old man, do you have the guts to fight to the death? Those who win will stay in the spirit, and those who lose Just pack up and leave."

His temper was so irritable, Fan Denglong pointed his gun at Song Jian.

You don't need many polite words to deal with this kind of person, just call him.

Song Jian was furious when he heard this, "See, he has no respect. If such a person enters Wuhun, Wuhun will never have peace in the future."

He has always believed in a principle, that he can bb as little as possible, especially with Fan Denglong, a lunatic.

Qi Xuan's face sank like water, and Zhang Liudao showed a trace of disdain, but those melon-eating crowd watching the excitement, no, the ordinary members of Wuhun echoed Song Jian's words.

In Jianghu, seniority is often emphasized.Especially respecting seniors, everyone pays great attention to it. After all, everyone will gradually change from junior to senior.

"Just say a word, dare you compete." Fan Denglong ignored Song Jian's fallacies and pointed his spear at him, "I forgot to ask, is your dagger okay?"

Song Jian suddenly became furious, "You are arrogant, do you really think I dare not kill you?"

"Come on, don't give me face." Fan Denglong hooked his fingers.

"Song Jian, I want to challenge you. If you are a man, stand up and stand with me." Fan Denglong said solemnly.

There was an uproar in the audience, "Elder Song, since this kid wants to die, then you will fulfill him."

Sure enough, it was the melon-eaters watching the crowd, and there was a brat who wanted to challenge Elder Song without hesitation.

The audience shouted, Qi Xuan and Zhang Liudao applauded in unison, and Zhang Liudao even laughed: "Elder Song, if the juniors in the world want to ask you for advice, you should give them all you have."

Song Jian was forced to the point of no return in an instant, and Fan Denglong challenged him in front of so many people. If he refused to fight, his prestige in Wuhun would drop instantly, no matter how high-sounding he said.

"You're looking for death," Song Jian said viciously, he could only bite the bullet and take a step forward, and after half a step, the momentum of the day after tomorrow was released, and the ordinary members of the Wuhun who stood a little closer to him all brushed up. Take a step back.

"Yes, I'm looking for death, but it depends on whether Elder Song has the ability."

Fan Denglong smiled slightly, and grasped the spear tightly.

There was a killing intent in Song Jian's eyes, but he didn't say much. He just walked forward slowly. The surrounding members took the initiative to give up a space, and everyone waited to watch the excitement.

The two sides set up a battle, and Song Jian had two more daggers in his hand, but it can be seen that compared with yesterday's dagger, it is definitely a grade lower. It seems that Song Jian has also learned a lesson.

Fan Denglong held a long spear in his hand, moved lightly with his feet, and launched an attack on his own initiative.

Although Song Jian's character is not very good, he is still a half-step acquired martial artist after all. Fan Denglong can despise him, but he will never despise him.

Fan Denglong's marksmanship is such a feature. Once he seizes the opportunity, there will be continuous attacks behind him.It's as if you play a game, attack first, and make continuous moves so that there is no leakage. If the power is huge, you may take people away with one set.

For a quick battle, Song Jian must not be given any chance to react.

Spears and short swords collided continuously in the air, but unfortunately, Fan Denglong's calculations were in vain. Song Jian was not Huanglong. Although he was a bit tired of parrying, he could at least handle it.

The speed of the two's moves is getting faster and faster, coupled with the blessing of lightness kung fu, some martial arts members with a slightly lower cultivation base can only see shadows flying in the air.

"Good marksmanship," Qi Xuan's elders were not among them, and it was precisely because he could clearly see the fight on the field that Qi Xuan was full of praise for Fan Denglong's marksmanship.

(End of this chapter)