"Hit!" Wu Qinglong let out a low cry and exploded in the air like thunder.

"Senior sister, I'm sorry!"

When Wu Ling heard this, he trembled, he was raised by his master, and his master's words were the holy decree, his expression became resolute, his eyes were sharp, and he stared at He Dong.

He stepped forward, only three steps away from He Dong, and exuded a fierce aura all over his body: "He boy, I'll let you make three moves!" ”

"Senior brother, Brother Dong is not a martial arts practitioner, don't mess around!"

Xiang Xiaocao is a little discolored, the kung fu of the senior brother, she knows, let alone let three moves, let He Dong make ten moves, He Dong can't stop three rounds at all.

She suddenly wanted to stand up and stop the senior brother.

"Sit!"

Wu Qinglong stretched out a hand and put it on the fragrant shoulder of Xiang Xiaocao, which was as heavy as a thousand catties, and she couldn't move at all.

"Dad, don't force me!"

Xiang Xiaocao was a little annoyed, a pair of bright big eyes stared at her father, her breath burst out at once, her whole body was like a rainbow, and her bones hissed, and she was about to break away from her father's suppression.

She has been practicing martial arts with her father since she was four years old, and in martial arts, she has always been a rare genius, and she already has the realm of dark energy.

"Xiaocao, do you want me to teach him a lesson in person?"

Wu Qinglong squinted slightly, and the strength in his hand increased by three points.

He still underestimated this daughter, if she hadn't exploded in anger for He Donghan, he wouldn't have been able to improve so quickly in the martial arts of Xiang Xiaocao, who was obviously a little lazy in his usual martial arts.

Eighteen-year-old dark martial artists, I'm afraid that even in the era of the Republic of China, there are not many martial artists, and now in this era of national arts, it is even more impossible to find one.

She deserves to be a martial arts wizard who is rare in a hundred years of martial arts, but unfortunately she is not a man, otherwise she can pass on the mantle of martial arts Taiji.

"Dad, if you dare to hurt Dongzi, I won't forgive you!"

Xiang Xiaocao heard this, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she withdrew her breath, she gritted her teeth, and did not dare to move, it is not a concept for the senior brother to shoot and the father to shoot.

As far as her father's fists and kicks are concerned, a punch can make He Dong lie in bed for five or six days.

"What a woman!"

When Wu Qinglong heard this, there was a slight bitter light in his eyes, he just wanted to teach the copper-smelling kid a lesson, but his daughter turned her face with him.

"Senior brother, we have something to discuss!"

He Dong hurriedly stood up, stepped back step by step, blushed his face, and said, "Why do you want to fight and kill, what a bad scenery!" ”

Damn, he knows that this level is not easy.

At the beginning, I felt that this father-in-law was a little elegant, not very like the roughness of a martial artist, so I was a little relieved, but now it seems that this father-in-law just looks elegant, but in his bones is the violence of a martial artist, and if he doesn't agree with a word, he will be killed as a result.

"Hehe, I'm sorry, the master said, three points of injury, that is, you have to lie in bed for three months!"

Wu Ling approached step by step, with a helpless smile on his face: "Don't embarrass me!" ”

"Wait, fight, I'll fight with you!"

He Dong's eyes rolled, his aura moved, and he gritted his teeth.

"Than weapons?"

Wu Ling stopped and glanced at the master with some inquiry.

"Okay!"

The corners of Wu Qinglong's mouth raised a playful smile slightly, he just wanted to see what tricks He Dong played.

"The master agreed, what weapon do you want to compare?" Wu Ling asked.

"Knives!"

"Good!" Wu Ling said: "Chen Qi, Junjie, take two knives!" ”

"Senior brother, the knife is here!"

Inside the martial arts hall, eighteen kinds of weapons are readily available, and the two junior brothers came up with two big knives, which were knives without blades, and they were very heavy.

He Dong staggered, did not hold it steady, smiled slightly wryly on his face, and said, "I want to use the gift I brought!" ”

"Your gift?"

Wu Qinglong's eyes moved slightly, He Dong did bring a gift to the door, but he didn't care about it before, it was actually a knife, he came and said with interest: "Bring the gift he brought!" ”

"Yes, master!"

An apprentice took the long gift box brought by He Dong and put it on the table.

Wu Qinglong opened the wooden box with both hands, and a weapon appeared in the wooden box, shaped like a long knife, but the shape was a little peculiar, with double handles, to the tip like a dragon's head, the knife was one meter long, the blade was like a tooth sickle, undulating like dragon scales, exuding a trace of coldness.

"What a murder weapon!"

Wu Qinglong's pupils shrank slightly, with his gaze and the pure feeling of a martial artist, this was a great murderous weapon, not a weapon for those rewards.

"It's a dragon blade!"

He Dong picked up the sharp blade with one hand and analyzed with a smile: "My father-in-law is a warrior, and a warrior is a good soldier, so I thought about it and chose this gift for my father-in-law." ”

This ingots are made of a special alloy to create a weapon, which is light and sharp with the pattern of the weapon used by the most powerful genetic warrior of Canglong Star.

"I'm not your father-in-law, you're calling it wrong, and we haven't agreed to anything about your relationship!" Wu Qinglong was faceless and skinless to He Dong, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

He Dong faced Wu Qinglong and said, "Father-in-law, did I win, and you agreed to the matter between the two of us?" ”

"Let's talk about it when you win!"

Wu Qinglong's expression returned to calm, and he said indifferently.

"Senior brother, come on!" He Dong strode out and screamed.

"I'll see what your sword is famous for!"

The senior brother sneered, holding the steel knife in his hand, stepped forward, and a knife with a head chopping knife came straight towards He Dong's front door, with a dashing voice and a cold knife wind.

"I'm in the way!"

He Dong stepped up with a horizontal sword, he could be regarded as having practiced a little martial arts, and his strength was still a little, plus he held a divine weapon in his hand, and directly blocked it.

There was no crunch sound like the collision of soldiers.

However, under a short handover, the long knife in the senior brother's hand had already broken into two pieces, and one short knife fell to the ground, and the smooth cutting surface was as smooth as cutting tofu.

The senior brother stared at the weapon in He Dong's hand, and he was a little distracted, the steel knife in his hand was actually broken, just a handover?

Wu Qinglong was also a little surprised, Xiang Xiaocao was a little ecstatic, and the other disciples in the martial arts hall were also a little stunned, one by one stunned, and their faces in disbelief appeared.

Shout!

He Dong was not surprised at all, the knife momentum was unabated, and taking advantage of the fact that the senior brother was a little distracted, he quickly put the knife on his neck: "Hehe, senior brother, you lost!" ”

"Lost?"

At this time, Senior Brother Wu Ling came back to his senses, and looked at the sharp blade in He Dong's hand with some bitterness, if it was about fist and foot kung fu, ten He Dong would not be enough for him to abuse.

But this is really He Dong's win, a knife in He Dong's hand has the effect of sharpening iron like clay, and another He Dong's surprise, after the weapon in his hand was cut off, he lost his mind a little.

"Senior brother actually lost?"

"What kind of weapon is this?"

"What a powerful weapon!"

Several disciples watching the battle shouted in unison!

"Divine Soldier!"

Wu Qinglong's eyes were bright and bright, as bright as the sun, and he spit out two words: "A divine weapon that can sharpen iron like clay!" ”

Sharpening iron is like clay, just talking, as if a martial artist of his realm has strength and skill, but he can cut another steel knife with one steel knife.

But few weapons can do it with their own strength.

Huaguo once had ten divine soldiers, that is the glory of Huaguo's iron history, with a unique tempering technique, plus some unique ores, refined weapons, such as the sword with fish intestines, Juque sword...... They are all divine soldiers who cut iron like mud and blow their hair and break their hair, but now they don't know where they are gone.

For a person who practices martial arts, although modern times are not the era of cold weapons, the allure of a divine weapon that sharpens iron like clay is still terrifying.

Lian Wu, who regards national art as his life, is willing to go bankrupt for such a divine weapon.