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Tang San's Xuantian Kungfu was running extremely fast at this time, and the imminence of death inspired the great potential of this former sect disciple.

With the excellent cooperation of Ziji Demon Eye, the mysterious jade hand of Dragon Capture and Crane Kung Fu, he leaned over to dodge the sharp edge of the silver lance, and pushed the silver lance upward with a crane beaked hand.

It was another secret elbow. With his left hand, he flicked out the second iron gun of the garrison, and with his right hand, he swung his arm and pushed down to throw away the last iron gun.

Tang San's movements were like flowing water, coherent and elegant, he resolved the three deadly attacks one by one, but.

But Yan Sansi came faster, with a flash of cold light, before Tang San could make any effective reaction, the point of the spear had already hit the throat of Tang San who was wide open.

Tang San's eyes widened, his slightly parted lips revealed his astonishment at this moment, why, why did Yan Sansi come so quickly.

He felt his throat was pierced with a small hole, the blood poured out from the wound, warm and sticky, the fear of death enveloped Tang San.

Blood flowed down the tip of the gun, but the tip didn't go any further.

After introducing himself at the beginning, Yan Sansi said the second sentence of the competition.

"What? Still not admitting defeat?"

Yan Sansi looked at Tang San coldly, without a trace of pity or sympathy in his eyes.He just competes according to the rules and will not do unnecessary things.He thought that the opponent who used despicable methods in front of him had no chance to resist.

Tang San knew that he had already lost, if he didn't admit defeat in time, Yan Sansi might really kill him.He didn't want to die like this, how could the second life he finally obtained end here.

"I surrender."

Yan Sansi withdrew his martial spirit, walked down the stage of the competition, unexpectedly, Tang San covered his neck and called out to him loudly.

"Excuse me, how did you make the last breakthrough! Can you tell me!"

Tang San resisted the pain, and asked this question with all his strength.He was shocked by Yan Sansi's last speed, he had never seen such a miraculous exercise
Yan Sansi turned around, his face full of shock, that someone could actually ask this question.Yan Sansi thought that Tang San would ask about his soul skills or martial arts, but he didn't expect that he only cared about speed.

The former soldier suddenly felt that Tang San was very strange and ridiculous.

"Wuhundian's free exercise book, the soul power stacking wave booklet under the physical skill catalog, you don't know?"

Yan Sansi answered Tang San's question casually, without concealing or concealing.This skill is not a secret, but one of the basic skills disclosed to everyone in the Wuhun Temple.

This tall young man didn't understand why Tang San was interested in this.

Yan Sansi's words were commonplace, but in Tang San's ears it was like a thunderbolt, blasting into his heart.

Such a powerful technique, free of charge?ah?Tang San couldn't believe his ears, what kind of spirit is this!
Tang San was taught since he was a child to cherish his skills and not to reveal them to outsiders easily.He even died because of his skills. He thought that all sects were like this, but he didn't expect Wuhundian to be so open or stupid?
The sudden impact of the three views made him ignore the wound on his neck, and asked anxiously.

"It's enough to establish a sect of these kinds of exercises, why is Wuhundian willing to disclose them to everyone! Why!"

When Yan Sansi heard this, he recalled the days when he and Captain Wei Xiao rescued the serfs together, and thought about what those Xiaolunhui Academy members said. Yan Sansi replied calmly.

"If we continue to cherish our own broom as before, and we must establish the complete personal attachment of disciples to spread this knowledge, wouldn't the blood of my comrades and I be shed in vain?"

On the stage of the competition, the duel between Tang San and Yan Sansi has ended, and the audience is still ebullient for the wonderful scene just now.

Some of them are disciples from different sects and academies, some are ordinary Wuhun masters, and some are just ordinary people.They each have different goals and views, but they are all shocked by the strength of Tang San and Yan Sansi.

"Did you see it just now? It's too fast!" A boy in a blue robe said excitedly to his companion.

"I see, I see, who is the same as you? Yan Sansi's four soul-destroying guns really live up to their reputation. Once the four guns are fired, there will be blood." The companions around him responded, they are all fans of Yan Sansi, and they feel that Yan Sansi This style of speed and skill is very powerful.

"How can a soul skill be named like you, but that Tang San has some strength, but it's a pity that his martial arts are not good." Another boy in a red robe said disdainfully.

The youth who seemed to be full of sense of justice felt disdain for Tang San's use of hidden weapons.

"That Tang San's attacking technique is quite interesting. Unlike the martial arts that mainly deal with spirit beasts, his throwing technique is specialized for humans as imaginary enemies." An old man in a black robe said lightly.

"What do you mean?" the red-robed boy asked suspiciously.She didn't understand why the old man was interested in Tang San.

"It's nothing, everyone has his own way, and I'm not old enough to meddle in such nosy matters." The old man shook his head and said.

When Tang San clutched his neck and retreated from the spirit fighting arena, several other little Shrek monsters who looked worried on the side quickly surrounded him, and Oscar stuffed the big recovery sausage over.

"Tang San, are you alright? Do you want to bandage your wound?" Ma Hongjun said with concern.

"It's okay, it's okay, this little injury is nothing." Tang San forced a smile.Although he said it easily, in fact he was very uncomfortable in his heart.He is not for his own injuries, but for his own identity and beliefs.

Tang San gnawed on the sausage silently, but Yan Sansi's words echoed in his mind, he treasured himself with a broom and attached himself to his own body, isn't that what happened to the Tang Sect in his previous life.

He thought of the mysterious and powerful sect he once belonged to, the Tang Sect famous for its hidden weapons and mechanisms.He thought of all the exquisite exercises and skills he had learned there, as well as the various experiences he had suffered there.

Tang San's thoughts went back to the day on the 1805-meter-high Gui Jianshou cliff.

"I know that it is an unforgivable crime to sneak into the inner sect and learn the secrets of our sect secretly, and the rules of the sect do not allow it. But Tang San can swear to God that he will never disclose any of the secrets of this sect that he has learned secretly to the outside world. I say this, It's not that I hope to get the tolerance of the elders, but I just want to tell the elders that Tang San has never forgotten his roots. He hasn't before, and he won't in the future."

Why did he commit suicide by jumping off a cliff, because of the door rules?Because of the grace of upbringing?Because you want to prove yourself?Tang San asked himself, looking for the answer in his heart.

Tang San knew that he had deep feelings and respect for the Tang Sect, but he also had an unbearable unwillingness, why only inner disciples could practice Xuantian Treasure Record!
For some reason, Tang San remembered what the master did in Shrek Academy. Even though they were both students of Shrek, the master seemed to only care about himself.

The others just participated in the special training with his light, and they seemed to be immersed in the "inner disciple treatment" that they had never received.

Thinking about the relationships that several other people have established in these days, is it really necessary for me to separate the inner door and outer door with them?

Tang San shook his head, as if he was disturbed by the shock of this death.

I made a big fuss about myself.He understands that the master's preference for him is not because of discrimination or rejection of others, but because of his own potential and talent.

Regardless of these, Tang San thought, if he has the opportunity to carefully look at the secrets of the martial arts published by the Spirit Hall. (end of this chapter)