"Dai Mubai?"
"Do you dare to fight?"
Feng Xiaotian shouted to Dai Mubai from a distance.
Then, he added loudly: "Reply, be crisp and clear like a man, show your arrogance before, but don't be timid at the critical moment!"
Dai Mubai had a dumb look on his face.
Just be neat and tidy like a man?
Is he still a "man"?
You are scolding the "man" Dai Mubai.
What does it have to do with my "not a man" Dai Mubai?
However, Tang San couldn't bear it.
Anyway, they had all discussed it before. Although there were only two or three sentences, he still stood up with a calm expression: "Before, Mubai was injured during our internal competition at Shrek Academy. I will do it." Your opponent, if you don’t worry about the reputation of being defeated, and insist on letting Mubai fight with you, then I won’t stop you, but I don’t know what you are thinking!”
Feng Xiaotian narrowed his eyes slightly.
He looked at Tang San with an inexplicable expression.
With his IQ, he could certainly understand that Tang San's words were just an excuse, but if he continued to demand it, even if Dai Mubai finally accepted the challenge, he would have an "aggressive" impression in the minds of others.
so……
"May I have your name?"
Feng Xiaotian stood on the metal platform.
He crossed his arms and his tone was perfunctory.
It's not that he is too arrogant.
Rather, in his eyes, and in the eyes of many people, Shrek Academy is just a little-known college. Even if there are a few geniuses, it is as good as the top geniuses in the major soul master colleges. There is still a big gap, and there is no need to pay attention to it.
not to mention……
Feng Xiaotian can still fly...
But Tang San didn't think so!
The group of soul masters who passed by Lin Chaoci and Xiao Wu separated and walked to the bottom of the metal platform. Immediately, they stepped hard and turned into a black shadow, standing on the metal platform.
He bowed his hands politely to Feng Xiaotian.
His tone was colder than Feng Xiaotian's: "Tang San."
"Feng Xiaotian."
Feng Xiaotian didn't mean to talk nonsense.
After registering his name, he summoned his martial spirit again.
But……
Uh-huh!
Uh-huh!
Uh-huh!
Thick blue and silver vines suddenly rose from the metal platform, not only blocking Feng Xiaotian's flight path, but also blocking Feng Xiaotian's dodge route.
Seeing this, Feng Xiaotian was stunned.
Immediately, he seemed to think of something.
He glanced at the ceiling of the auditorium calmly, his heart suddenly thumped, and for the first time he had the idea that the battle was out of control.
no way.
This is the venue advantage.
Although the metal platform restricted Tang San greatly, the blue silver vines spread far less quickly than the stone platform. However, the presence of the ceiling restricted Feng Xiaotian even more seriously - when all the blue silver vines After they all grow upward and meet the ceiling, he will turn into a little insect flapping its wings, exhausting the last bit of strength in this spider web woven by blue and silver vines!
As for...
Why doesn't he consider lifting the ceiling...
Didn't you hear that Meng Shenji said "discuss" before?
Raising the ceiling means showing that you can't afford it!
Kamikaze Academy cannot afford to lose this person!
But……
"Your self-created soul skills are very interesting."
Tang San smiled and took out a sledgehammer for blacksmithing from the storage soul guide, weighed it twice, and then made a strange posture:
"I once learned a few skills from a master blacksmith."
"I dare not say anything about self-created soul skills."
"But, I think beating you is enough!"
Zhilin and Bai Baoshan frowned slightly when they saw this scene.
After looking at each other, they looked at Mengshenji.
Meng Shenji also knew what these two people meant. He looked at the hammer in Tang San's hand carefully and said to Zhilin and Bai Baoshan in a leisurely manner as if he was feeling emotion and explaining to everyone:
"It doesn't matter, it's just a hammer."
"This kind of thing is not even a weapon."
"The rules don't say you can't use a hammer."
"The strength of a soul master should not be viewed in such a one-sided manner. Weapons, armor, and self-created soul skills are all things outside the body. Do we deny the power of a soul master just because these things are things outside the body?"
Meng Shenji's words choked everyone.
However, most people don't bother with the hammer issue.
Just as Meng Shenji said.
A hammer...
Could it be possible to turn the world upside down...
However, there are always some people who think outside the box!
Just like Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan, Huo Wushuang, Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er, their expressions changed slightly after Tang San took out the hammer, as if they thought of something that shouldn't be possible but was possible. thing.
Yu Tianheng even looked back at Yu Xiaogang in Shrek Academy.
Then, holding back his doubts, he turned around.
"What's wrong?"
Yufeng seemed to sense something was wrong with the atmosphere in the team.
He looked at Dugu Yan who was suddenly silent.
Then he looked at Yu Tianheng, who looked solemn.
He scratched his head and asked awkwardly.
"nothing."
Yu Tianheng grinded his teeth: "Right, Yanzi?"
"ah?"
"Oh, oh, yes!"
"Nothing, nothing..."
Dugu Yan said absently.
Afterwards, it seemed like a charade.
He leaned closer to Yu Tianheng and said in a low voice: "This closed disciple that your uncle accepted is really someone's child, right?"
"Who knows..."
Yu Tianheng smiled bitterly and shook his head.
His surname is Tang, that’s nothing.
It doesn't matter if you can dance with a hammer.
The martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, and that's nothing.
But when these three conditions are added together...
In addition, whose brother-in-law is a fanatical fan...
The problem is huge! ! !
The new era has indeed arrived, but this does not mean that since the new era has arrived, the old era will disappear!
Those whose names go down in history should be remembered for centuries, or they may be infamous for thousands of years.
Will Tang Hao be immortal?
No one knows.
Will Tang Hao be infamy for eternity?
No one knows.
However, Tang Hao will definitely go down in history!
Just because he is the only man who has beaten the sitting pope to death in the thousands of years since the establishment of Wuhun Palace!
And Tang Hao's wife, it is said, is a 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor...
Feng Xiaotian didn't expect this level.
He is the man in the game.
I can't understand the situation at this moment.
Seeing Tang San accumulating power, he became somewhat interested. Taking advantage of the fact that there was still soul power left, Feng Xiaotian didn't hesitate and continued to use the Thirty-six Strikes of the Wind Demon Wolf just like he had done with graphite before!
But……
In front of the random cloak hammer method...
Gale Demon Wolf Thirty-six Cuts is a younger brother!
No!
It should be said - do whatever you want!
Tang San stepped on the blue and silver vines, and using the ubiquitous borrowing points, he had a head-on confrontation with Feng Xiaotian, who was flying in mid-air but had difficulty moving!
Three hammers!
Just three hammers!
Feng Xiaotian noticed something was wrong!
The opponent's hammering technique was more sophisticated than he imagined, and the incremental power ratio of each hammer was more exaggerated than his Thirty-six Strikes of the Wind Demonic Wolf!
"Seventeen cuts!"
"It's just seventeen cuts!"
"He, a thirty-fourth level soul master, can compete with my seventeenth level soul master, my thirty-nineth level soul master, with his seventeenth hammer!"
"This kind of hammering technique will never be unknown!"
"It's even less likely that a blacksmith taught him this!"
Feng Xiaotian roared in his heart.
With great effort, he made the eighteenth slash.
Tang San also swung the eighteenth hammer.
The turbulent wind spread.
The white tablecloth under the venue was blown to pieces.
A black shadow flew out.
It hit several thick blue and silver vines.
Finally, slowly landed.
Several blue and silver vines were broken, and the figure was buried underneath. For a while, it was not clear who the person who flew out was.
but……
The moment when Tang San, holding the half-broken hammer, stood firmly on the metal platform, raising his arms high to show that he was the final winner, broke into everyone's field of vision...
The whole hall was completely silent!
The winner just now, Feng Xiaotian, lost!
Defeated at the hands of an unknown young man!
"Um."
"Well played."
Lin Chaoci slowly took a bite of the apple.
Then, put the apple down.
Picking up the napkin, he wiped his hands gracefully.
Next…
Tang San should challenge him...
This is a script he has written long ago...
after all……
"You are not a magnanimous person!"
Looking at Tang San with his arms raised on the metal platform.
Lin Chaoci, who was sitting in the audience, thought to himself.
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