Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 393 The Invented Master

The long spear is not the long sword taken out of the armory, and the quality of the two short swords in Song Jian's hands is not made of thousand-year-old cold iron, so there is no need to worry about Fan Denglong chopping like crazy like yesterday, and he has no worries. Song Jian's combat effectiveness was at least [-]% higher than yesterday's.

Although Fan Denglong made continuous use of long spears, it did not make Song Jian flustered. On the contrary, after Song Jian regained his composure, he actually started to attack.

In the final analysis, it was because although Fan Denglong's marksmanship was good, the damage it caused was limited.

Song Jian wielded the dagger with both hands, deftly dodged Fan Denglong's spear attack, and would look for opportunities to counterattack.

Fan Denglong cursed secretly in his heart.

The two fought back and forth more than 50 times, and the field was full of shadows flying.

This shows how watery the test yesterday was.

Fortunately, although he couldn't take down Song Jian for a while, Song Jian couldn't do anything to him for a while, mainly because Fan Denglong's speed and reaction ability had reached a very powerful level.

Song Jian's moves focused on surprise, but every time his attack fell into Fan Denglong's eyes, and with the help of his eyes, Song Jian couldn't do anything about him for a while.

"Wow, this guy is really powerful. He was able to fight with Elder Song for so long."

Those Wuhun members who watched the excitement around couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration.

Even some elders of Wuhun nodded in satisfaction. This is a good seedling, and as long as it takes time, it will definitely become a success.

"Boy, stop here."

Song Jian was very anxious in his heart. He is a majestic martial soul elder, a half-step acquired powerhouse, if he can't even deal with a brat, if it spreads, it will make people laugh out loud. After exploring, he took out four darts and threw them at Fan Denglong.

This time it was not a surprise attack, but an attempt to block Fan Denglong's position.This guy's lightness kung fu really needs to be picked up, and no one present can match him. It is precisely because of this advantage that Fan Denglong has the capital to continue to spend with Song Jian, making Song Jian's every attack fail.

The four darts are in four different directions. No matter which way Fan Denglong goes, he will use heavy darts. If he doesn't hide, there will be Song Jian's short sword waiting in front of him.

It seemed that Song Jian had set up a deadly situation.

Fan Denglong was stunned, and suddenly stopped on the spot, feeling a little helpless and patted his head.

Song Jian's short sword struck him like a lightning bolt.

Qi Xuan and Zhang Liudao stretched out their hands in unison, and shouted to stop.

At this time, it was too late for them to rescue them.

When Song Jian saw Fan Denglong like this, a trace of madness flashed across his face, and he yelled, "Go to hell with me!"

The dagger pierced Fan Denglong's clothes without any suspense, and Song Jian's smug smile froze instantly on his face before it dissipated.

Fan Denglong grinned, and taking advantage of Song Jian's dazed moment, the spear pierced Song Jian's left rib instantly.

This move was completely unexpected by Song Jian, and he didn't even have any precautions.

"Impossible," Song Jian roared, and frantically drew out his dagger and stabbed Fan Denglong again, this time he heard the sound of ding dong.

"Old man, if you do this again, don't blame the young master for killing me." Fan Denglong showed a disgusted expression, pulled out his spear and threw it on the ground, looked around, raised his blood-stained hands, and said : "Guys, how do you decide on this?"

Everyone was stunned by this scene. Song Jian fell to his knees and looked at Fan Denglong viciously.

"You cheat,"

Song Jian refused to accept it.

"Old man, pay attention to your own rhetoric when you speak in the future. It's just wearing a piece of inner armor. Is this deceitful? You are allowed to throw darts when you are co-authored, but I have to stab you to death with a sword? Does that make sense?"

The reason why Fan Denglong dared to ask Song Jian to come out for a duel was because he was still wearing armor and was already invincible.

Fan Denglong looked down at Song Jian, shook his head and said, "I'm still too kind. Just now your short sword went to my heart. I just stabbed your rib."

Although what he said was very plain, it couldn't conceal the murderous look on Fan Denglong's face.

If Song Jian didn't know what to do, he wouldn't mind slaughtering the old guy.

"Enough," Qi Xuan roared loudly, "Help Elder Song down to heal his wounds, Fan Denglong, come with us."

At this time, it would be impossible for Qi Xuan not to show up again, let's see what Song Jian is up to.

The Wuhun members from the Kongtong first family helped Song Jian go down, and the rest of the members looked at Fan Denglong with complicated eyes.

Those who can sit in the position of elders, at least their strength is also at the top of Wuhun, and the half-step Houtian level is an existence that countless people need to look up to, but today they were defeated by Fan Denglong.

Although he was wearing a single-sword inner armor, no matter what, it would be absolutely impossible for other people to do this.

Fan Denglong grinned at the members of the Wuhun, and then followed Qi Xuan into the meeting hall calmly.

Four chairs were placed on the left and right of the meeting hall, and the remaining seven elders found their seats to sit down. Fan Denglong stood in the middle of the hall, with a bronze incense burner in front of it, emitting green smoke.

Qi Xuan cleared his throat, and then said: "Everyone, Fan Denglong has passed three levels in a row, so he should be able to become a member of Wuhun, but Elder Song is unwilling to admit it. What do you mean?"

"Fan Denglong can have today's ability at such a young age, I admire it." The speaker was an old man with a goatee, one of the eight elders, Yue Changhui, from the Huashan School. According to Huanglong's information, this is a typical good old man.

"Fan Denglong's strength is extraordinary among the younger generation. Presumably his master must also be a famous teacher of the generation." An elder asked calmly. After saying this, the remaining few people present did not express their opinions. The elder woke up suddenly.

"That's right, Fan Denglong, the old man is also very curious. I don't know what kind of master can teach a young talent like you."

Fan Denglong said calmly: "The boy has no family or sect,"

"Arrogance," said the elder who had mentioned Master Fan Denglong before, with an unswerving expression on his face, "There is no school, no sect, are you self-taught? That is really a genius." These words were already sarcasm.

In today's arena, it is strictly forbidden to spread the martial arts inside the sect, and it is impossible for an ordinary person to practice to this level.

"Elder Qi, such a person with unknown origin, we will not allow him to join the Martial Soul."

Soon, several elders expressed their opinions one after another, and even the good old Yue Changhui was a little shaken.

"The boy has no family or sect, but he was fortunate enough to have been taught by a master. Today's achievements are all thanks to that master."

Fan Denglong smiled and said, "It's just that the master said that I am not qualified to be his disciple, so he left after teaching the boy a few tricks. I think the old man will forget me as a mediocre person."

(End of this chapter)