Douluo: I penetrate the world with infinite martial arts

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The penetrating bone nail that was still trembling slightly seemed to be struggling, but it could not escape Yang Jian's fingers no matter what.

With a movement of his wrist, the bone-penetrating nail immediately turned into Yang Jian's weapon and shot towards Tang San, who had an ugly expression on his face.

On the other side, Tang San had just avoided Yang Jian's direct throwing of hidden weapons, when he saw that Yang Jian's movements were like fire, and he had already forced himself within one meter of him.

"So fast!" He looked shocked.

Only then did he realize that Yang Jian had just used all his strength.

The footsteps staggered, and the ghostly shadows spread out. Tang San hurriedly took a few steps back, and suddenly lowered his head as if bowing.

This abnormal behavior naturally failed to catch Yang Jian's eyes.

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A dark and slender shadow flew out from under the clothes on Tang San's back at a speed that surpassed all of Tang San's previous hidden weapons, and shot directly towards Yang Jian's head.

It was a crossbow made entirely of metal. Its length and width were much stronger than the sleeve arrows, but it was the hidden back crossbow that was tightly attached to Tang San's back, and it was also his biggest trump card.

"Sure enough, it's insidious enough."

Yang Jian's mind changed rapidly, and he did a backflip without resisting, with the tip of his nose almost touching the crossbow arrow to dodge it.

The moment he landed firmly on the ground, Yang Jian knew that Tang San's methods had probably been used up. He once again pressed fiercely at close range, using the wind in his palm like a knife, and kept slashing at Tang San.

At close range, it was difficult to use long-range hidden weapons, and the biggest killer weapon, the crossbow, had only one strike power. Tang San was forced to compete with Yang Jian in close combat. He was defeated in just a few seconds by Yang Jian's ferocious offensive, and was in a panic. He kept retreating.

The gap in speed and power is too big, and the ghost shadow stalking step is not easy to use.

In the end, in order to avoid Yang Jian's horizontal slash with his sword, Tang San leaned back and became almost parallel to the ground. Unexpectedly, Yang Jian's sword was just a feint attack. It had no power and could instantly stop and change moves.

The horizontal slash of the hand knife suddenly stopped as it passed over Tang San, his fingers spread wide and he slapped hard downwards.

Boom!

Tang San's body fell directly to the ground, a look of pain on his face.

However, Yang Jian's eyes narrowed, and he felt as if he had been slapped on the metal protective gear, and his internal energy could not be penetrated by the instant contact, so he planned to pursue the victory and use the Yan Yang Qigong's internal energy to turn into fire poison to seriously injure Tang San.

But at this moment, a gust of breeze came.

A figure appeared beside Yang Jian at some point, and his hand covered with white holy light held Yang Jian's wrist, gentle but steady as a mountain.

He frowned and looked up, and what caught his eye was the person he passed by on the stairs.

Qian Daoliu......Yang Jian's heart tightened, he dispersed his inner strength, pretending to be displeased and said: "Uncle, why do you want to stop our discussion?"

Qian Daoliu smiled, with a strange look in his eyes, and said in a gentle but unquestionable tone: "He has lost, and this competition is over."

After saying that, he let go of Yang Jian's wrist, looked at Yang Jian with a smile, and then stretched out his hand to pull Tang San up from the ground.

At the same time, Dean Nording came from a short distance away and dispersed the surrounding students. Xiao Wu hid in the crowd and left at some point, perhaps sensing the dangerous aura on Qian Daoliu's body.

With Qian Daoliu's strength, Xiao Wu's true identity would definitely be discovered if the distance was too close, so she left as soon as she realized something was wrong.

"Dean, although your Notting College is located in a remote location, the teaching level is good."

"Whether it's Tang San or Yang Jian, these two little guys, at such a young age, are quite capable of being generals."

"In my opinion, ordinary great soul masters are no match for them."

Dean Nording knew the identity of the person in front of him and was praised. His mood was obviously extremely good. He looked at Yang Jian and Tang San who had stood up with satisfied eyes, and said with a smile: "No, no, it's just luck."

"It's definitely not as good as the Wuhun Palace."

Qian Daoliu withdrew his gaze and looked at Yang Jian and Tang San at the same time. He first said to Tang San: "San'er, I am your father's good friend. You can call me Uncle Qian."

Hearing this, Tang San was stunned, and raised his head to look at Qian Daoliu.

It has to be said that Qian Daoliu has a humble face, elegant and handsome appearance, which makes it easy for people to like him. Tang San was also affected by his demeanor and couldn't help but said: "Uncle Qian, where is my father, has he come to see me? "

"Your father left and left you a letter. Before he left, tell me and let me take care of you in the future." Qiandaoliu's expression remained unchanged and he said to Tang San gently, reaching out to touch him a little intimately. The messy and messy hair is smoothed.

"What! Where is father?" Tang San lost his voice, forgetting for a moment Yang Jian who made him grit his teeth and hate him.

Yang Jian listened to the conversation between the two, with a strange light in his eyes.

This Qian Daoliu's appearance and words are really deceptive, I'm afraid they really want to trick Tang San into going to the Spirit Hall......

Qian Daoliu did not shy away from Yang Jian. He handed a letter to Tang San with a sigh and said, "I don't know either. This is the letter he asked me to give to you."

Tang San quickly took it and looked at it carefully.

This letter was originally written by Tang Hao, and Tang San knew it was his father's notes and habits just by looking at it.

One sentence in the letter read: "Qian Daoliu is my best friend. Xiaosan, my father doesn't trust you. From now on, you should follow your uncle Qian to Wuhun Palace. With him taking care of you, I can feel more at ease."

This sentence was written by someone who was proficient in imitating notes found by Qian Daoliu, in order to use Tang Hao's words to bring Tang San back to his heart and gain his trust.

After reading it, Tang San looked at Qian Daoliu with a blank expression and said, "Uncle Qian, I..."

Qian Daoliu waved his hand and said sincerely: "San'er, I know you are in a low mood. There is no need to say more. Just follow me back to Wuhun Palace."

"Martial Soul Hall is your destination. I will definitely live up to Brother Tang's trust and treat you like my son."

Tang San's body trembled, and he was moved by Qian Daoliu's sincerity. He turned to look at the dean. Dean Nuo Ding had already made an agreement with Qian Daoliu before, so naturally he would not stop him. He said with a smile: "You can leave at ease. Wuhun Palace is no worse than my Noting Academy."

"There is no need to pack your luggage or anything. Your uncle Qian has prepared it for you. However, you still need to inform the master so that the master will not worry about you."

Tang San nodded and said to Qian Daoliu: "Then I'll go and tell the master first. Uncle Qian will give you a look."

After saying that, he started to leave, but was interrupted by a voice.

"Xiaosan'er, you haven't given me what you lost to me yet."

Yang Jian blinked, stretched out his palm towards Tang San, and smiled.

Tang San's eyes changed and he struggled for a moment, then sighed, took off the 24th Bridge of Bright Moon Night, threw it to Yang Jian without looking back, and continued to leave, with a hint of ferocity flashing in his eyes.

At this time, Qian Daoliu turned his attention to Yang Jian.

When Yang Jian and Tang San were fighting in the middle, he and the dean rushed over, marveling at Yang Jian's young age and his athletic skills that did not match his age.