"Haha, this is the weapon I asked for from the Dragon Hall Master."

Han Long smiled slyly, looking at Fengyang with an extremely ugly face, his mood was extremely refreshing.

Because, with the Yellow Rank weapon in hand, he was finally able to distinguish himself from Fengyang today.

From the beginning to the end, he is the boss of Yuntang, the eldest brother of the ten.

The mood is refreshing, and the momentum is turbulent, and the eruption is shocking.

"Look at the punch!"

"Shocking Fist!"

Han Long laughed out loud and raised his fists, carrying a huge wave of qi to roar Fengyang.

With the yellow-rank weapon in hand, the power of Han Long's move suddenly increased several times.

"Bang dang!"

His face changed greatly, and Feng Yang stabbed with a thin sword.

The thin sword of the rising flame collided with the fist, and immediately a buzzing sound exploded, and the flames splashed in all directions, incomparably bright.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Feng Yang's face changed slightly, and he held the arm of the thin sword for a while, and the whole person flew out upside down.

The majestic power struck his body, and Feng Yang's whole qi and blood rolled violently, and his face turned a lot pale.

"Nima, this thunder dragon actually did this, and I'll settle accounts with him when I go back."

When Jian Wuxian saw the person who was once his own, he was scolded with an ugly face when he was blown away.

"Haha..."

On the side, Ling Yun heard the angry scolding and laughed.

Touching the space ring on his finger, he knew that he still had several yellow-level weapons in the space ring.

Because he had a big sword, he basically didn't move the yellow-level weapon in the space ring.

In addition to the yellow-level weapons "fist gloves" for Tu Hu, there are many yellow-level weapons in the space ring.

Now, the strength between Han Long and Fengyang suddenly opened, and he could give Fengyang a yellow-rank weapon.

"Bang!"

The soles of the feet writhed, and a huge force was poured into the ground, and suddenly the ground burst into flames, splashing the sky with dirt.

"Shocking Fist!"

Han Long clenched his fist and fell down fiercely in the midst of a big drink.

The terrifying momentum struck, making Fengyang, who was gasping for breath, change his face greatly.

"Damn! With the yellow-level weapon in hand, Lao Tzu will not fight with you. ”

Feng Yang cursed, and the thin sword stabbed out a sword qi and shot at Han Long, and he quickly raised his speed and retreated.

"Damn, Fengyang, where do you want to run?"

When Han Long saw Fengyang fleeing, he cursed and hurriedly raised his fist to chase after him.

Feng Yang turned his head and looked at Han Long, who was chasing him, and scolded: "Your uncle, if you have the ability, don't take a yellow-rank weapon, Lao Tzu can't die." ”

"Haha, Lao Tzu has a yellow-level weapon, which proves that the Dragon Hall Master is good to me! You didn't prove that the Sword Hall Master was not good to you! Not as good as the Dragon Hall Master! ”

Han Long laughed out loud and responded.

"I'll go to your uncle's, Lao Tzu will fight with you!"

When Feng Yang heard Han Long say bad things about the sword without a trace, his face immediately became furious, and he raised his thin sword and rushed towards Han Long.

"Shocking Fist!"

"Sun Sword!"

Sparks flew everywhere, and the yellow-level weapons were not at all something that Fengyang could fight against.

Moreover, the strength of the two is almost the same, and a yellow-level weapon directly makes Han Longdi's strength several times greater.

"Boom!"

The fist contained a majestic power, which made the mouth of the Fengyang tiger holding the thin sword crack, and a little blood oozed out.

His face changed, his arm shook, and the whole person flew upside down like a cannonball.

And the direction in which he flew upside down was where Ling Yun was.

"Stop!"

Ling Yun smiled, his palm was slightly raised, and a soft aura gushed out, blocking Feng Yang's back.

"Thank you, senior!"

Standing firm, Feng Yang looked at Ling Yun gratefully and thanked him.

Jian Wuxian and Liu Li stood behind Ling Yun, and he didn't have a person he respected in front of him.

"Fengyang, you die for Lao Tzu!" Han Longdi's loud shouts came one after another, making Fengyangdi's face extremely ugly.

Han Long, who was close at hand, made Fengyang's face turn angry and scolded: "Damn, if Lao Tzu doesn't beat you down today, Lao Tzu won't follow your surname!" ”

"Haha! You are destined to follow my surname, and you will be called Han Yang in the future! Han Long smiled heartily, and his fists gathered and rushed towards him with majestic momentum.

"Uncle Han!"

Feng Yang scolded angrily, and an incomparably sharp sword qi erupted from the thin sword.

Dao light flowed above, and a terrifying momentum erupted.

"Wait..."

Feng Yang was about to rush out, but was immediately stopped by Ling Yun's voice.

"Senior, what's the matter?" Feng Yang asked with a puzzled expression.

Ling Yun smiled slightly, flipped his palm, and suddenly a dazzling light flickered.

The incomparably dazzling light made Fengyang's eyes slightly small, and he glared at Ling Yun's palm.

"Whew!"

The light flickered, and a thin sword appeared in Ling Yun's hand.

"Here, look at how this sword is!"

Ling Yun's palm flipped over, and the thin sword turned into a streamer of light and rushed towards Fengyang.

With a surprised face, Feng Yang didn't understand why Ling Yun and himself gave him a weapon for no reason.

The palm of the hand stretched, and the streamer was taken, and in the palm of the hand a thin sword was held in the hand.

Spread out your palms and watch carefully at the rapier with your eyes.

As he watched, his face became more and more agitated.

The sword is four feet long, green throughout, and gushes infinite vitality.

On the body of the sword, the delicate pattern is carved on it.

The delicate pattern does not destroy the beauty of the rapier, but adds a touch of pleasing appreciation to the rapier.

Holding the thin sword in his hand, Fengyang seemed to feel that his momentum had been blessed, and it was extremely surging.

"Fengyang, Lao Tzu is here!"

Han Long's violent shouting sounded in his ears, Feng Yang's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly said: "Senior, this sword junior will borrow it first, and then return it to the senior." ”

As the words fell, Feng Yang raised his thin sword, and a bright green sword shadow flew out.

Listening to Feng Yang's incomparably unseen words, Ling Yun shook his head slightly.

Feng Yang is a member of the Imperial Pavilion, and he is reluctant to give away even a yellow-rank weapon, isn't it too stingy?

Moreover, he is now in the half-step anode realm, and the yellow-level weapon does not have much improvement in his strength at all.

For many years, he felt that the greatsword seemed to be very good for him, and no weapon could destroy it if it collided with the greatsword.

He was used to using the big sword, thinking that the big sword was cast with a special material, so he didn't think too much about it.

......

"Sun Sword!"

Feng Yang's eyes widened, the thin sword in his hand rose, and the Dao flames surrounded it.

This time, however, the flames were green.

The green one was devoid of impurities, and the pure green flames surrounded the rapier, and the incomparably hot waves of fire rolled wildly in the void.

"Damn! Yellow Tier Weapons! ”

Han Long glanced at the green thin sword, his face was shocked, and he scolded loudly.

"Haha, Han Long, you have a yellow-rank weapon, and Lao Tzu also has a yellow-rank weapon!"

The thin sword fell, bringing up a green afterimage that could not dissipate in the void for a long time.

The incomparably hot flames on the rapier distorted the void, and the sound was mighty and rolling.

"Your uncle, who gave the yellow-rank weapon!"

Han Long scolded and hurriedly raised his fists to block the thin sword in the air.

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