Wang Han is very uncomfortable now, Dongfang Wanglong's offensive is getting more and more fierce, if it weren't for his own strength being three levels higher than the other party, he is afraid that he will be crushed by Wanglong's stormy offensive, even so, Wang Han is still suppressed.

Wanglong's fists and feet were already a little warlike, and seeing that Wang Han coped with his attacks without being too flustered, he couldn't help but appreciate him a little more.

"Oh, Brother Wang Han seems to be a little unable to hold on!" one of Xiao Jin's younger brothers exclaimed.

"Shut up, you have a mouth, what are you talking about, Brother Wang Han is a bronze sixth-stage powerhouse!" Xiao Jin pushed him a little irritably, but forgot that people were supporting him now, and he almost fell down with this push.

"Ah, Brother Wang Han has moved!" said another little brother, pointing at Wang Han.

A sky-blue ring on his finger flashed, and Wang Han already had a dragon head plate golden stick in his hand, and the fancy stick shadow added a lot of momentum to Wang Han.

"It's almost over!"

Wang Han shouted, the earthy yellow aura around his body exploded, and he swung the dragon head plate golden stick and smashed it towards Wanglong, frankly saying that the other party's level was lower than his own, and he could suppress himself, which was very embarrassing, not to mention that he also used weapons.

He now just wants to settle the battle quickly.

"Whew!"

The golden stick roared and smashed towards Dongfang Wanglong, and he could only raise his arms to resist when he was caught off guard.

"Smack!"

Wanglong only felt that his arm was hit by a hundred catties of sledgehammer, and he was numb in an instant.

"The first style of the dragon's head plate golden stick, the dragon raises its head!" Wang Han shouted, waved his double stick to attack Wanglong's lower road, Wanglong jumped up to dodge Wang Han's mutant stick method and picked him up, hitting Wanglong's thigh and knocking him to the ground.

"Dragon's head plate golden stick, second style, dragon roaring strike!"

"Fifth style, dragon shadow churning. ”

"The ninth style, the dragon soars into the nine skies. ”

......

As soon as Wang Han took the weapon, the whole person changed, and one after another gorgeous stick tricks were played by him, and Wanglong, who was pressed for a while, was unable to fight back, which caused Xiao Jin to applaud for a while.

"It's over!" Wang Han saw a flaw in Wanglong, and swung the dragon's head stick and smashed it!

However, Wanglong, who looked embarrassed with his head bowed, had a smile on his face at this moment, and his consciousness moved, and he mobilized the boxing gloves forged in the blacksmith shop in the afternoon from the Da Freedom forging space, and greeted him with his fist!

"Peng!"

A sonic boom erupted from the point of contact between the Panjin stick and the Wanglong fist glove, and Wang Han was shocked by the huge force because he had no point of focus, and fell to the ground to stir up a cloud of smoke and dust, and the earthy yellow aura gradually dimmed.

"You're just borrowing the name of a dragon to increase your momentum, and it doesn't seem to me that there is a shadow of a dragon. Dongfang Wanglong laughed.

How could Wang Han not understand?

Barely propping up his body with a stick, he only felt that his hands had been numb by the shock just now.

"How come, don't you have a space ring?" Wang Han looked at Wanglong's hands, puzzled.

"Don't bother with it, let's divide it as soon as possible. Wanglong took a deep breath and rushed forward again.

Wang Han gritted his teeth, not to be outdone, and danced the dragon head plate golden stick again.

But in the next second, he was shocked, and saw that the fist gloves on Wanglong's hand seemed to be made of ordinary mortal iron, but at this moment, a faint red dragon head shadow shrouded him, and the faint coercion made Wang Han's heart palpitate.

"You seem to like dragons very much?" Wanglong said with a smile on his face, the fist in his hand blinking, "Then let you see before you are defeated!"

"Dragon Break!"

In order to defeat the opponent more directly, Wang Lung chose the most powerful fire attribute aura in terms of attack, and supplemented it with the dragon soul focused fists after conversion.

A fierce pale red fist shadow smashed towards Wang Han, who was already stunned, and in the exclamations of Xiao Jin and others, Wang Han was about to be hit by Wanglong in the next second!

"Buzz ......"

The fist stopped less than an inch in front of Wang Han, and the dragon shadow went straight past Wang Han's head, flying for dozens of meters before dissipating without a trace.

Quiescence.

There was no other sound in the field, even the noisy Xiao Jin covered his eyes at this moment, squatting on the ground and trembling slightly.

"Tick-tock. ”

A drop of sweat slowly slipped down Wang Han's face, and landed on the ground with a ticking sound, finally breaking the silence.

Wanglong slowly withdrew his fist, recalled his gloves and turned to leave.

"You ......" Wang Han swallowed his saliva and wanted to open his mouth to say something, but saw Wanglong waving his hand.

"Don't ask, don't ask anything, I have no grievances with you, there is no need to kill you at all. Wanglongtou didn't reply, but looked at Xiao Jin, "It's you, run ten laps in the practice field tomorrow, remember to shout what I told you!"

Xiao Jin was scared and angry, squatting on the ground like a pufferfish.

The sunset on the horizon finally only had a red line left, and Wanglong's figure had disappeared from view, Wang Han silently clenched his fists, and then nodded as if he had made up his mind.

......

Time has passed in the past two days, and in the afternoon of this day, Wanglong returned to his dormitory after lunch as usual, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Qin Hui Cheng Ming whispering.

"What's the matter, what are you muttering?" Wanglong asked curiously, looking at their sneaky appearance.

"Hey Wanglong, you're here, do you remember the last time we went to Mingcui Tower?" Cheng Ming pulled Wanglong and asked him to sit down.

"Remember, we had a fight with Mu Yaoyun over there. Wanglong nodded.

"Later, didn't Miss Cuiliu bandage us all and take medicine, I felt that something was wrong with the boss in the past two days. Cheng Ming said affirmatively.

Qin Hui also nodded: "Shelving our hometown, that's called the evil spirit!"

Rolling his eyes, Wanglong felt a little funny: "What are you talking about, why is something wrong?"

"The boss has been muttering about his sleep these two nights, and I ...... carefully," Cheng Ming coughed dryly when he said this, "Out of concern for my brother, I eavesdropped on it and found that he has been muttering Miss Cuiliu's name!"

Wanglong sat on the chair and leaned back slightly: "...... You guys haven't been in a relationship before, have you?"

Cheng Ming was stunned for a moment, blushed and coughed dryly: "I...... Of course I don't, I'm famous, I'm ...... I'm only dedicated to one way of cultivation. ”

Looking at Qin Hui, Qin Hui also shook his head.

With a long sigh, Wanglong thought about it for a while, and the boss Shi Cheng did run to Mingcui Building at night in the past two days, presumably he should have played with Miss Cuiliu.

Thinking of this, Wanglong couldn't help but nodded, in the Shenwu Continent, whether it was the Huaxia Empire or other countries, as long as he was an adult at the age of fourteen, then he could consider marriage, if Shi Cheng could really have a good marriage, it would also be a happy event.

While silently blessing Shi Cheng in his heart, he thought of his original wife and the destroyed Eastern Dragon Clan, and a nameless fire rose.

"I'll tell you, the boss is in love," Wanglong straightened out, "You don't need to be doggy." ”

"What kind of dog?"

"Single dog. ”

......

At night, while Dongfang Wanglong was running the "Universal Dragon Divine Decision" automatic cultivation, his consciousness entered his own sea of consciousness, entered the Great Freedom Forging Space, and a pair of black iron fists were quietly suspended in front of Wanglong.

Gently stroking the fist gloves and couldn't help sighing, even though Wanglong's forging talent is extremely high, but Fan Tie is Fan Iron after all, if there are no good materials, the forging results will have a limit.

"It would be nice to have the ore I want. Smacking his lips, Wanglong has also been making money in the blacksmith shop for the past two days, because he is not rich in hand.

He thought about forging a pair of armor for himself, and by the way, upgrading the quality of his gloves, so that he would have more certainty when fighting.

It is unrealistic to say that the battle against Wang Han Wanglong is completely easy, after all, his current strength is only the third stage of bronze, and Wang Han is the sixth stage, although the combat experience is easy to win, but there is still a gap in terms of aura or something.

At that time, if it weren't for his anti-heaven magic skills, he wouldn't have won so easily.

Thinking of the future ahead, a big poor word embarrassed him a little. I can't imagine that the patriarch of the Oriental Dragon Clan will have a day when he is troubled by money, which is really funny.

At this moment, a crisp and playful voice sounded in Wanglong's mind: "Master, the cutest sparrow spirit in the world is back to find you~"

Opening his eyes, Wanglong gently got out of bed, pushed open the dormitory door and left the dormitory building, and hurried in a certain direction.