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His folding fan was actually made of pure iron, and it was obvious that it was used as a weapon.

There is no doubt that this person is the young man that both Elders Zheng and Zhou are afraid of.

"Who are you? Why are you stopping me?" Song Yu said calmly.

"Hehe, who am I?"

The young man sneered and said with a strange laugh: "Boy, you should have heard of the Tang Sect in Shu. I am Tang Jian, the young master of the Tang Sect."

After saying that, he gently shook his folding fan and watched Song Yu's reaction.

Song Yu understood that the Tang Clan in Shu was famous for using hidden weapons and poisons, and they were insidious and would often do anything to achieve their goals. It was no wonder that the elders of the Forging Hall and the masters of the Dutian Clan, who were obviously much stronger than him, were extremely wary of him.

The young man in front of him only has Heavenly Level cultivation, and it is possible that he is here to participate in the competition. The fact that a young master has made two elders from other sects afraid to act rashly shows the strength of the Tang Sect.

Young Master Tang originally thought that Song Yu would be scared when he heard his name, but he didn't expect him to be so calm, and he immediately became angry.

"Boy, hand over everything you have. If I'm happy, I might let you live. Otherwise, haha, I will kill you right here."

After he finished speaking, his aura began to rise, and he actually pressed towards Song Yu.

"hehe!"

Song Yu smiled, "You can take what I have if you want it. Come and take it yourself. If you can take it, it's all yours. Otherwise, you, the young master of the Tang Sect, should never come back to Shuzhong again."

"No, do you really think you can compete with me?" Young Master Tang was surprised. He felt that he was the young master, a heavenly master, how could you compare to him?

Song Yu was speechless at the confidence of this dandy young master, and said, "You will know if you can compete with me if you try. No, do you really think you can take what's on me?"

Song Yu smiled helplessly.

"die!"

Young Master Tang was really angry. He folded the folding fan in his hand suddenly, turning it into a sharp sword, and slashed down at Song Yu's neck.

Song Yu was too lazy to use his weapon, so he just flicked his finger and lightly shook his fan bone.

boom!

Young Master Tang was unexpectedly flung away. He felt his wrist go numb and he could hardly hold on to the folding fan, as if his bones were about to break.

"This……"

Tang Jian was stunned for a moment, he realized that he had made a mistake, the young man in front of him looked younger than him and harmless, it turned out that he was also a master, at least not weaker than himself.

After all, he didn't use his full strength just now, and he still didn't think Song Yu would be his opponent.

"die!"

Young Master Tang suddenly jumped up, changing the moves with the folding fan in his hand continuously, and slashed down at Song Yu again.

After a few moves, wow! His folding fan suddenly unfolded, and a series of hairy needles that were invisible to the naked eye were hidden behind the moves and enveloped Song Yu.

The tip of the needle was black, and it was obvious that it was poisoned.

The hair needles were long and thin, hardly visible to the naked eye, and it was dark, and hidden behind the continuous killing moves. If it were someone else, he might have fallen into his trap, but unfortunately, he met Song Yu.

Song Yu didn't move, and his several moves failed to break his defense. Then Young Master Tang saw that his hairy needles were trapped in a swamp around Song Yu.

To put it bluntly, it was just floating around him, making it impossible to get even an inch closer.

"This……"

Young Master Tang was dumbfounded. He had never seen such a strange thing.

boom!

Song Yu's body suddenly shook, and those hairy needles actually counterattacked, "Puff, puff, puff!" All of them were nailed to Young Master Tang.

In an instant, Young Master Tang felt extremely itchy all over his body. The hair needles themselves may not be fatal, but they are poisonous.

He knew better than anyone how terrible the poison was. At first it was like thousands of ants drilling into your heart, which could scratch your body to pieces, and in the end, he would surely die of rot.

At this time, Young Master Tang knew that he was no match for the opponent, and he turned around and ran away the moment he was stabbed by the needle.

But this kid still had some thoughts in his mind, fantasizing about killing Song Yu.

Song Yu naturally caught up with him.

Tang Jian observed the distance between the two sides. Seeing that the distance between the two sides was getting closer, he suddenly flicked his wrist back to activate the mechanism.

Suddenly, three sleeve arrows formed a line and shot towards Song Yu's chest.

The Tang clan’s hidden weapon, the Heart-Chasing Arrow.

This hidden weapon is silent, and every arrow hits the heart. By the time you realize it, it has already hit your heart, enough to kill you instantly. It is extremely powerful.

Young Master Tang slowed down his pace when he ran, hoping to use this hidden weapon to kill Song Yu again.

It's a pity that although this hidden weapon is powerful, it is still not enough to penetrate Song Yu's protective qi. It only penetrated a part of his protective qi and then stopped again, and was completely trapped in the chest by Song Yu's protective qi.

"You are so unrepentant!"

Song Yu jumped up and kicked him, sending him flying. He fell to the ground with his face in direct contact with the ground, his face deformed by the fall.

When Young Master Tang raised his head again, he saw Song Yu standing in front of him.

"Sir, spare your life!"

While begging for mercy, Tang Jian quickly took out two antidote pills from his arms and swallowed them to detoxify. His other hand was trembling as he scratched the indescribable itch on his body.

"Haha, you still want to detoxify?"

Song Yu fired into the air and two pills fell to the ground.

"Give...Give me!"

Young Master Tang felt extremely itchy and wanted to scratch it, but Song Yu stepped on it and crushed the two pills into mud on the spot.

"You... I am the young master of the Tang Clan, you want me to die." Tang Jian shouted unwillingly.

Song Yu sneered, "Young Master Tang, you should have heard of giving someone a taste of their own medicine. Since you used a hidden weapon, you can forget about going back."

"No, no, no...I don't want to die!"

Tang Jian scratched himself everywhere because of the itch. The feeling of thousands of ants drilling into his heart made his face become distorted. After a short while, he actually scratched off pieces of flesh.

Visibly, his body began to turn black, black foam came out of his mouth, his face turned blue, and he rolled on the ground, scratching himself desperately.

His entire body was covered in blood from scratches, and his face was twisted and bloody. He looked as twisted and ugly as a devil from hell.

"No, I won't. Save me. I don't want to die yet."

"Mr. Song, I was wrong, please save me."

Young Master Tang, who was in a daze, was still mumbling and begging for mercy.

It's a pity that this kind of person has used all kinds of hidden weapons to kill himself. How could he save him? Let this devil go to hell.

Young Master Tang rolled over and rolled until he stopped moving. He died with black blood spitting out of his mouth. His body was covered in blood from the scratches he made himself. There was not a single good spot on his body. His expression before death was bloody, distorted and extremely terrifying.

The instigator of the crime eventually caught himself, and in the end Young Master Tang died from the hidden weapon he was so proud of.

Song Yu walked over, his palms filled with internal energy. He fumbled in his sleeves for a while, and in a short while, he actually took out a mechanical device.