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"Hey kid, are you going to attack me?"

The short-haired young man looked at Tang San with a smile on his face and said jokingly.

Tang San stared at him indifferently, his eyes flickering with purple light. He never made an unprepared decision, and this time he wasn't forcing his way forward.

He carefully observed the opponent's attack just now, as well as the injuries on Dai Mubai's face. Being able to punch Dai Mubai, a soul master, to a bruised nose and swollen face, Tang San concluded that this person must be an opponent with strength as his strength, and Generally speaking, such a powerful opponent must be lacking in speed and flexibility.

Tang San believed that although he was not a strong attack type battle soul master, if he did not use his soul power, the ghost shadow walking he practiced could allow him to catch up with the agility type soul master and control the crane and capture the dragon. , using strength to fight is a good move to deal with such a powerful opponent, and if he is really unable to defeat him, he can also use hidden weapons.

Therefore, before he stepped forward, he was fully confident.

"You apologize to my friend now, and we will let you go, otherwise don't blame me for being cruel!" Tang San said with a stern expression.

"Huh?" The short-haired young man took out his ears, looked at Tang San with surprise and disdain, and said with a smile: "It's just you? You're a little brat, and you still learn how to fight. Are you weaned? Go home and drink from your mother." Let’s go milk.”

"asshole!"

Tang San's pupils widened, and as his figure swayed, an afterimage was left on the spot, which actually came to the side of the short-haired young man. His index and middle fingers came together, and he condensed a soul power on both fingertips, increasing his strength and hitting a painful spot on the young man's waist. Puncture the hole.

At the same time, he observed the young man's face and saw that he was still staring at his previous position. Tang San sneered in his heart, knowing that his previous judgment was indeed correct. The other person was just a reckless man with no brute strength and was nothing to be afraid of.

This sting will definitely make him suffer for several days.

As a hidden weapon master, Tang San had a deep understanding of various acupuncture points in the body. He found the most sensitive and weakest point on the human body and attacked it without reservation, intending to solve the battle with one move.

But when his fingertips touched the young man's body, his expression changed slightly.

The feeling from his fingertips told him that what he stabbed was not a human body, but a piece of steel that had been tempered over thousands of times.

Tang San was slightly startled and didn't notice that the young man turned his head sharply and raised the corners of his mouth to the extreme.

When Tang San was stunned, several exclamations came to his ears, waking him up. After he stared and recovered, he suddenly felt a fierce wind blowing from under his neck. He realized something and kicked forward with his toes. , kicked towards the young man's thigh, not intending to cause any harm, but to use the force to fly backwards.

The young man's uppercut was dodged by him, but the force of the fist still followed the oncoming strong wind, making Tang San's face hurt.

"What a hard body, what a punch."

Tang San couldn't help but sigh, looking at the short-haired young man with a more serious look, he put away his contempt.

Seeing that the blow missed, the short-haired young man put down his fist, waved the other fist, and flew towards Tang San like a tiger and leopard hunting, and punched him in the face fiercely.

Tang San followed the ghostly steps to deal with him, narrowly dodging the short-haired young man's fists several times.

The young man's movements were not as clumsy as he thought. Although he used a lot of force in each punch, and the fist path was wide open and closed, exposing countless flaws, but when Tang San wanted to try to attack, the young man would In an unnatural manner, he seized the moment of Tang San's attack, looking for an opportunity to confront Tang San head-on.

"What a strong sense of combat!"

The master who was watching the battle exclaimed in amazement. Others in Shrek looked at the master and saw that the master's face became extremely serious and said: "Compared to Xiao San, the opponent's movements are not sensitive, and the speed is also very low. He only has a little advantage. It’s strength, but a fist that can’t hit anyone, even if it has great strength, is in vain. If we talk about normal circumstances, Xiao San has already knocked him down by attacking the vulnerable parts of his body.”

"But his fighting consciousness is so strong that during the fight, he even laid out traps in advance and deliberately exposed his flaws to tempt the mistress to attack his weaknesses. If the mistress had a moment of greed and tried to attack his weaknesses, The young man will control the rhythm of the battle, resulting in weakness and eventual defeat."

Dai Mubai covered his bruised face. He stared closely at the two people fighting in the field. To be honest, he couldn't understand this kind of battle. He usually fought with other people by summoning martial spirits, opening soul rings, and fighting each other. To Todoroki, he couldn't understand this kind of close combat that was so delicate that no mistakes were allowed.

Dai Mubai said unwillingly: "How is it possible, they fight so often, that guy can really, in such a tense battle, still be distracted by thinking about how to make a weakness into a trap and expose it in front of the mistress, and seduce the mistress into taking the bait? It’s impossible, if that’s really the case, then his mind is too terrible.”

"It's not the brain." The master shook his head and said: "It's the body's instinct. There is a deep fighting instinct hidden in that young man's body. Just like when you are thirsty, you need to drink water, and when you are hungry, you need to eat. This guy has already taken advantage of his weaknesses. To attract opponents, training becomes an instinct in the body, and there is no need to think about it."

"It's just that this kind of instinctive training is very cruel. It requires not only physical strength and will, but also the baptism of hundreds or even thousands of life-and-death battles, using countless blood and pain as carving knives, in order to cut this This instinct is deeply embedded in the flesh and bones of the body, how could he possibly do it at his age?"

Hearing what the master said, everyone looked at the short-haired young man in the field who was grinning crazily and waving his fists. Looking closely at his appearance, everyone was suddenly shocked, because although the young man was tall and had rough and dark skin, if he really wanted to judge him carefully, At his age, you will find that his face seems to be a bit childish, as if this young man is almost the same age as them.

How can it be!

This absurd idea took root in everyone's minds, but before it could sprout, it was wiped out by a loud noise.

The short-haired young man punched the air again and hit the counter. His arm penetrated directly through the thick hard board and into the counter.

Because his arm was stuck, the young man's movements were temporarily restricted. Tang San took advantage of this short opportunity to breathe heavily. Although his footwork was clever and helped him dodge the young man's fist, if he used it frequently, It means a huge amount of physical exertion.

At this time, Tang San already felt weak, and he could feel a slight soreness between his legs. On the other hand, the young man with an inch hair still maintained the same smile on his face. Although his forehead was covered with sweat, his eyes were bright and showed no sign of fatigue.

"No, if this continues, I will definitely lose!" Tang San's face darkened. He pinched his wrist, and a clear and sweet metal collision sounded quietly. He was the only one who heard it. He raised his head and looked at the man who pulled out his arm from the counter. The short-haired young man said to himself: "I'm sorry, I'm going to make a killing move. If you die because of this, you asked for it."

"Come on, kid, aren't you going to fight? Why are you hiding here and there like a girl, and attacking me head-on like a man?"

The inch-haired young man looked excited and roared angrily, as if a raging orangutan had been inspired to fight. After beating his chest twice, he strode towards Tang San again.

Tang San took the initiative to step forward and fight with him, continuing the fight-and-hide scene just now.

Once again, the inch-haired young man missed the target with one blow, and his entire chest was exposed. As if Tang San didn't see his other slightly bulging muscle arm, he punched forward and hit the young man's abdomen.

The young man was also stunned. He didn't expect that Tang San would take the bait this time. His expression changed and became serious. He pulled back his fist and gave up this opportunity to attack. His body's instinct told him that if he rashly If he attacks, he will be in danger.

For the first time, he made a move to dodge back.

Tang San was startled, he didn't expect the young man to be so alert, but when the arrow hit the string, he had no choice but to fire it. He retracted the left fist that he had punched out, and flicked his right arm. Suddenly, five rays of cold light streaked through the air, and with a hiss, he shot towards Flying with the young man.

They were five sleeve arrows, short, delicate, and powerful. The sharp arrows left obvious scratch marks in the air.

The young man's face was dark, and he suddenly retreated, pursuing him with an arrow in his sleeve.

The five sleeve arrows shot in a row, blocking his dodge path. He could only step back, but the space in the hotel lobby was not large. He only took a few steps back, and his back was pressed against the wall.

There were two sleeve arrows shooting straight at his throat. He had only one choice. He raised his hands and crossed his arms to block the two sleeve arrows.

puff.

The sharp arrow instantly pierced into the flesh and blood of the young man's arm, and the arrow was halfway submerged. The bright red blood flowed out along the blood groove on the arrow, dripped to the ground, and exploded to form two blood flowers.

Tang San's attack hadn't stopped yet. After shooting the sleeve arrow, he quickly touched it on his waist, and a hair-like needle appeared in his hand. This object was what even the Soul Emperor Zhao Wuji had hit. No. 8 on the Tang Sect hidden weapon list, Dragon Beard Needle.

Tang San shot the object out towards the young man's eyes. After using the sleeve arrows, he knew that they had formed a grudge. Even if he couldn't kill the young man this time, he would beat him up so that he wouldn't dare. Until he becomes resentful towards them, blowing out one of his eyes is considered a small punishment. If he doesn't beg for mercy, then given his condition, he will no longer be his opponent.

He opened the Purple Demon Eye and watched the flight path of the Dragon Beard Needle. The Dragon Beard Needle stretched into a straight shape in the air and flew without any resistance. The speed was extremely fast. When the young man put down his hands and exposed his eyes, he had already arrived. to about five centimeters in front of his eyes.

"it is good!"

Tang San shouted softly, pricking up his ears, ready to listen to the young man's painful cry after his eyes were blown out.

However, just when the dragon's beard needle was still one centimeter away from the young man, a pair of white and smooth hands stretched out from the young man's side. When the dragon's beard needle was about to pierce the young man's eyeball, he accurately held the dragon's beard needle between his fingers.

Tang San's breath was suffocated, and the throat that had just spoken was as if it was sealed, rendering him speechless.

Everyone in Shrek watched Tang San wave his hand, but saw no sharp weapon flying out. They knew that it must be a hidden weapon that they couldn't see clearly, so they all waited with ease, preparing to watch what happens next, and then they saw another white shadow in the corner of their eyes. In a flash, he arrived beside the short-haired young man.

"Mo, you've caused trouble again."

A soft and soothing voice sounded in everyone's ears, and everyone focused their attention on the owner of the hand that reached out to grab the dragon beard needle. It was a man, whose height was the same as that of an inch-haired young man, with a thin build. Wearing a slim-fitting white robe, he looks handsome, with fair and smooth skin that makes women crazy jealous, and a comfortable smile at the corner of his mouth.

Like a graceful nobleman, he walked up to Tang San and handed him the Dragon Beard Needle in his fingers.

Tang San was stunned for a moment, then silently took the Dragon Beard Needle in his hand. When the young man walked over, the hair on his body gradually stood up. When the young man stood firm in front of him, he was enveloped by a terrifying aura. Among them, he seemed to smell a smell of blood, and Tang San realized that the man in front of him was not as kind as he appeared.

"I'm sorry everyone, my companion seems to have caused you a lot of trouble. I'm here to wait for him to apologize to you."

As he spoke, the young man slowly bent down and made a standard ninety-degree bow.

Everyone in Shrek seemed to be silenced. They were all frightened by the speed of the young man's arrival. Even Flanders, the Soul Saint, did not notice it. This was a terrible thing.

"Tch, I want you to mind your own business."

Mo, who had just escaped from the crisis behind him, pulled out the sleeve arrow on his arm with blood and flesh without changing his expression, threw it to the ground viciously, and said.

Just as he finished speaking, a bright white light shone on his face from the front. The white light was dazzling. Everyone in Shrek closed their eyes subconsciously. When the dazzling light dissipated, Mo Mo, who had been arrogant and arrogant before, walked half of his body through the wall, his body He was limp, and you could tell without looking at his face that he was unconscious.

The young man who had just apologized to everyone still maintained a calm and comfortable smile, retracted his raised thighs, apologized to everyone again, took out two money bags, handed one to the front desk staff, and said it was for maintenance damage. The cost of the walls and floors was handed to everyone in Shrek, saying it was medical expenses.

After finishing the matter without any problems, the polite young man said goodbye to everyone with a smile, and then dragged Mo, who was like a dead dog, towards the stairs.

Everyone in Shrek watched his leaving figure in silence.

Tang San stared at the money bag and the dragon beard needle in his hands. After a long time, he said with a slight tremor in his voice: "It's so fast..."

Others were dumbfounded. There were many ways to crack the hidden weapon, but he never thought that someone could catch up with the hidden weapon and catch it easily, not to mention that the person caught was the Dragon Beard Needle, one of the smallest.

"Is this the soul master of Tiandou Imperial City? Teacher, are we really... monster geniuses?"

Ma Hongjun seemed to recognize the whole world at once, looking up at Flanders in confusion.

Flanders slapped him on the back of the head and said: "Why are you so decadent? That guy is quite old. You are only twelve or thirteen years old and have endless potential. Of course you are monster geniuses, but you have not yet developed your own skills." The potential is fully tapped. Now that you have seen a high mountain, you should not be afraid, but should take it as your goal and do your best to catch up and climb. That is the right way. The future is yours, do you understand!"

After being inspired by Flanders, the Shrek students were full of energy. Yes, those two guys are very old at first glance. Their potential has been exhausted. The future is ours.

But what they didn't see was that Flanders' arms were trembling slightly, and Flanders was shouting in his heart.

"What kind of monster is that? It's so fast that I didn't even react. Moreover, looking at his bone age, it seems..."

Flanders didn't dare to think about it anymore, for fear that the students who had just been encouraged by him would notice his strangeness, so he forced himself to turn his attention to money, trotted to Tang San, and said with a smile: "Little San, let me go quickly. Let’s see how much that guy lost us.”

Tang San obediently handed the money bag to Flanders.

Flanders looked at the money bag. Before he opened it, the expression on his face suddenly froze. He saw a thriving sunflower embroidered on the money bag. If there is any difference between this sunflower and the sunflower outside, this sunflower tattoo A handful of tender roots emerged from beneath the soil.

But Flanders didn't notice this subtle difference. He clenched his money bag and roared angrily.

"Why are there Sun Chamber of Commerce everywhere!!!"