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After retracting his thoughts, Ou Chuyang replied: "Yes, is there anything wrong with me when my cousin is looking for me?"

"Haha, it's nothing, come." Fang Tang walked over, enthusiastically grabbed Ou Chuyang with one hand, took him back to the back of the house, opened the stone slab leading to the underground passage, and the two walked in.

As soon as he arrived at the door, a very faint sound of fighting came from inside. Ou Chuyang looked at Fang Tang with some confusion. The latter just smiled slightly at him, said nothing, and opened the stone door.

As the stone door opened, Ou Chuyang saw the scene inside. In the center of the hall, two young people were discussing each other. The hall was surrounded by people, looking at the two people who were discussing each other without looking at them, and sometimes talking in a low voice about their moves in the field.

The two people in the field were shining with faint blue and yellow colors. When Ou Chuyang looked at them, the young man with a big knife was slashing hard at the black man. The young man calmly swung the sword in his hand and easily resolved the attack.

The young man holding a big sword saw that he did not succeed in a single move, and then swept across the sword. The young man holding the sword retreated quickly. At this time, the young man holding the sword took off without waiting for the sword to see the old man. He pulled back the sword forcefully, followed the inertia and then rushed towards the young man holding the sword. When he felt that the distance was almost the same, he took advantage of the rushing momentum, and slashed from top to bottom.

With a "dang", the big sword slashed the opponent's sword body and took the move of the sword-holding boy. The sword-holding boy's body sank downwards, and the lower plate was obviously unstable.

Seeing that his sword worked, the young man holding the sword was overjoyed and did not give the other party a chance to rest. He raised the big knife again and slashed it over again.

The fierce force of this sword made everyone around him feel worried about the sword, but everyone did not shout because at this moment of the battle, any subtle sound would cause interference to both sides of the battle.

At this moment, Ou Chuyang saw a smile of tricky smile in the eyes of the young man holding the sword. Looking at the big sword that fell down, the young man holding the sword did not express any anxious expression of losing immediately. His speed suddenly increased, and his body slid to the side of the young man holding the sword easily, and slid to the side of the young man holding the sword. The moment he slid out, the young man holding the sword twisted the sword with the backhand and placed it on the back of the young man holding the sword.

"You lost." Young Master Zhijian said lightly. After that, he put the sword down, handed it to his left hand, and looked at the young man who held the sword with a smile.

The young man holding the sword turned around and smiled silly and said to the young man holding the sword, "Haha, you are still good. I lost again."

As the battle between the two ended, applause from the surrounding area rose, clapping and talking about the competition just now. Everyone learned their experience and gained a lot of benefits.

At this time, the young man holding the sword saw Fang Tang and Ou Chuyang, put down the big sword in his hand, walked over to the two of them with great strides, walked to the two of them, and the young man holding the sword smiled and said, "Master, I lost again."

Fang Tang also smiled and said with some appreciation: "You have improved a lot than before, but Xiao Wu is also improving. It is normal that you can't beat him. Don't be discouraged and keep working hard."

"Thank you, Lord. Hehe."

"Is it him?"

"who is he?"

"I don't know him. The Lord of Heaven brought him here a few days ago and used the test crystal. The level innate warriors shown on it at that time."

"What? No."

"It's true. I was here last time, and many of you went out to do business. There were very few people I saw."

"It seems that he is only in his teens. Our hall master is only a five-level innate warrior."

"It's really a big deal. He has such a high strength at such a young age, so he is not an ordinary person."

As those who had seen Ou Chuyang saw him, the people around him began to talk and sting secrets. Those who had never seen Ou Chuyang had a look of suspicion on their faces after hearing what those who knew Ou Chuyang said. At this time, Ou Chuyang also heard these comments, and his originally tender face turned unnaturally rosy. He looked back at Fang Tang, as if he was asking for help, but the latter obviously ignored it and just looked at him with a smile, without saying a word.

After listening to the conversations of the people around him, the young man holding the sword also showed a disbelief on his face. He glanced at Ou Chuyang a few times, and smiled at Fang Tang silly and said, "Master, since this little brother is so powerful, why don't you discuss with him? You haven't taken any action for a long time, so that we can all learn and learn."

"Yes. Let's take a few hands, the master." As the young man holding the knife explained, a sound of cheering suddenly broke out around him.

After hearing what his subordinates said, Fang Tang turned his face to Ou Chuyang and said, "Nephew Ou, what do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Ou Chuyang lowered his head and smiled, thinking that he had practiced in the deep valley for a long time, and he had not yet competed with others seriously. After listening to the discussions of people around him, his cousin was a level 5 innate warrior, a little higher than him. This was also an opportunity. He could use this opportunity to see how strong his true strength reached.

Thinking of this, Ou Chuyang smiled at Fang Tang and said, "Since my cousin is in this interest, then my nephew is more respectful than obedient."

"Okay." Hearing Ou Chuyang agree, a ray of light burst out from Fang Tang's eyes.

The people around also spread out to the surroundings, leaving a considerable open space for the two of them. They were extremely excited and were waiting to watch the battle.

Ou Chuyang and Fang Tang walked towards the center of the venue together, standing opposite each other, with a distance of more than ten steps. At this time, Fang Tang shouted: "Get the sword." A young man handed over an ancient long sword from behind.

After taking the long sword, Fang Tang said to him: "Nephew Ou, what weapon do you use?"

"Weapon?" Ou Chuyang was stunned. He had never used any weapon before, and he had always been fist and kicking. However, when Fang Lao trained him in the past, he always held a wooden strip similar to a stick, and he still remembered a little bit.

"Just use a stick." Ou Chuyang said.

As he said that, someone from behind handed Ou Chuyang an iron rod, and took it to his hands, which was quite weighty. He waved it casually twice, and said to Fang Tang: "Uncle, I'm ready."

"That's starting." After the words fell, a green light shone out from Fang Tang's body, and his momentum soared.

As Fang Tang's momentum soared, the surroundings became quieter and the atmosphere gradually became solemn. Perhaps affected by Fang Tang's momentum, Ou Chuyang felt that the blood flow in his body had accelerated a lot, and a fighting spirit of Ou Chuyang rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Teng" purple internal energy flows throughout the body, faintly oozing out from the surface of the body, and purple light slowly appears on Ou Chuyang's body.

"Wow~ So strong." Feeling Ou Chuyang's outbreak of momentum, the people around him exclaimed at the same time. Although someone had said before that Ou Chuyang was already a congenital warrior, no one had seen Ou Chuyang take action after all, but it was revealed that it was real, as if the outbreak of inner energy was not far from their hall master.

"Purple? What attributes?" Seeing the purple light flashing on Ou Chuyang's body, everyone became confused.

"I haven't seen it before. Let's take a look." Without further guessing Ou Chuyang's internal energy attributes, the crowd's attention returned to the two people in the center of the venue.

Looking at Ou Chuyang's purple internal energy, Fang Tang was also shocked. Judging from the momentum that Ou Chuyang burst out, the strength of his innate warrior was not adulterated at all. It seems that it was not easy for him to win him, but what happened to the purple internal energy? Could it be?

After waving the guess in his heart, Fang Tang slowly raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it at Ou Chuyang. He stood there without taking the initiative to attack.

Seeing this action, Ou Chuyang knew in his heart that Fang Tang was waiting for him to take action first. Without being polite to Fang Tang, Ou Chuyang held the iron rod horizontally in front of his chest with both hands, poured his internal energy on the iron rod, kicked his hind legs and waving the iron rod to smash Fang Tang.

With a "dang", he gently pushed away the iron rod with the skill of pulling out a thousand pounds. Then, the long sword in his hand stabbed with a hissing sound. There was a little green light on the tip of the sword, covering Ou Chuyang's whole body.

As the sword stabbed, Ou Chuyang felt that his whole body was locked by a long sword and could not avoid it. In desperation, Ou Chuyang retreated while dancing the iron stick into a circle to resist the momentum of the sword.

"Dang~Dang~Dang~Dang~Dang~" The crisp sound of the iron rod and the long sword contacting each other constantly came out. Every time it touched, the purple internal energy on the Ou Chuyang's iron rod became weaker. When the sword force was gone, the internal energy that was lying on the iron rod disappeared.

"Drink" Seeing that Fang Tang's sword had slowed down, Ou Chuyang shouted loudly and raised the iron rod from bottom to top to pick it out. With a "double" sound, the long sword was shaken up by the iron rod.

"What a great power." Feeling the great power coming from the sword, Fang Tang hurriedly retracted the sword, took two steps back, and looked at Ou Chuyang in surprise.

In just one move, the two of them had a strong strength and wonderful moves that shocked the people around them deeply.

"It's amazing. This time the master of the hall met an opponent." said a man.

"Yes, it's not like a level, it seems to be a little higher."

"Who do you think can win?"

"It's hard to say. According to normal inference, the master of the hall is a little better than this brother, and the master's combat experience is richer than the opponent. The master should be able to win. However, looking at the style of Brother Ou, the master of the hall is still a bit difficult to deal with."

"Well, I think so too, and this brother doesn't seem to be able to use sticks."

"Okay, stop guessing, just look at it."

At this point, the two of them in the field had another hand. The long sword in Fang Tang's hand was like flowing water, one move after another, one move after another, obviously not wanting to give Ou Chuyang a chance to breathe.

Ou Chuyang, who was passively beaten, was in great pain at this time. He had never used weapons before. He had only palm thunder and lattice skills, and he also created them himself. Now he has an iron stick in his hand, and he has no way to face Fang Tang's continuous and exquisite moves, so he can only defend passively.

Fang Tang hit more than ten swords in one breath, each sword was very powerful, and each move was used very well, which made Ou Chuyang look dangerous. However, the latter often used some strange body movements or moves at critical moments and dodged them all. Although it seemed that he had the upper hand, it did not cause any damage to the opponent. This inevitably moved Fang Tang slightly, so Fang Tang added another 10% of his strength to continue attacking.

Finally, Ou Chuyang could no longer resist Fang Tang's continuous attack, and Fang Tang shook the iron rod in his hand. With a "clang", the iron rod fell to the ground.

Seeing that Ou Chuyang's weapon was shaken away by himself, Fang Tang did not attack again, but stood there holding the long sword in his hand and looked at Ou Chuyang. He finally smiled and did not feel embarrassed in front of his hand. Although he had been using it for a long time, he still successfully knocked off Ou Chuyang's iron rod.

Ou Chuyang didn't pick up the iron stick on the ground, but just shook his head with a wry smile, knowing that he had lost, but he was a little unwilling to accept it. He lost before he could take out his unique skills.

Looking at the contemplative Ou Chuyang, Fang Tang smiled and said to him: "It seems that you are not very good at using weapons?"

"Well. I haven't used any weapons. Haha. I made my cousin laugh."

"Oh? Then what will you do?" Fang Tang continued to ask after getting Ou Chuyang's affirmation.

"Fisting." Ou Chuyang raised his head, his eyes a little dissatisfied.

"Okay. I'll try boxing with you again." Seeing Ou Chuyang's dissatisfaction, Fang Tang handed the long sword in his hand to his subordinates, shook his hand and made a gesture to Ou Chuyang.

"Okay." Without any pretentiousness, Ou Chuyang once again raised his fist and rushed towards Fangtang.

The "boom" battle is no longer as unstimulating as before. As the two fists touched each other, a huge roar sounded in the spacious hall.

This time, the two of them competed with real strength. The purple internal energy quickly replenished the fist. The self-created striking skills were used in a series of ways, and they kept swinging towards Fangtang.

"Boom~Boom~Boom~" The roar of fists and feet colliding continuously came out, and Ou Chuyang seemed to have become an unstoppable god of war, waving his fists and constantly smashing towards Fang Tang.

At this time, Fang Tang was shocked in his heart. Facing Ou Chuyang, who was like a tiger from the mountain, Fang Tang felt a huge threat for the first time in his life. The unripe fist, mixed with huge internal energy, kept swinging towards him. Each fist had dozens of kilograms and hundreds of kilograms of force. Moreover, the opponent's moves were very exquisite. Compared to when he used a stick just now, it was simply not the first grade, just like a chengman and a child.

This made Fang Tang very suspicious. Why did he change so much? When he used the stick just now, he could see that he basically had no moves, just smashing and smashing them in one go. Now, Ou Chuyang used every move very well, and he had a backhand move, which made people unable to defend themselves and had great strength. He continued to take more than ten punches and his arms were a little numb.
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