345: C345 You're a threat?

C345 You're a threat?

Are you a threat?

"Bam!" The room suddenly trembled, and Yan Changkong's body slid down the wall.

"Pfft!"

Yan Changkong spat out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper, he instantly roared like an injured beast and struggled to jump, but just at this time, a sharp 'chi' sound came into his ears, revealing a fiery red flow of light.

After a moment, looking at the fiery-red spearpoint that was floating in front of his throat, Yan Changkong's body was stiff, he was dumbstruck, and he did not even feel the strong heat that came from the tip of his spear.

At this moment, everyone in the distance was overwhelmed with shock and couldn't believe their eyes.

By the time everyone had regained their senses, Yan Changkong had already fallen to the ground and was spitting out blood, his throat being pierced by a gun.

As Yan Changkong, a dignified Stage Eight Martial Lord, after using the "Heavenly Dragon Illusory Sword Spell" to the "Three Dragons Illusory Spirit" level, he actually still lost, and in the hands of a Great Martial Master of the seventh step who had only advanced a few months ago? The heavens shouldn't be joking, shouldn't the correct result be the opposite?

"Tsk tsk, you want me to die?"

Tang Huan stood in front of Yan Changkong like a spear, his face revealing a mocking smile, "Yan Changkong, are you planning to drown me to death with a mouthful of blood?"

"Tang Huan, you ?"

Yan Changkong was jolted awake.

Before he could finish his words, he screamed out in pain. The skin on his neck was already burnt by the heat emitted from the spear, and he subconsciously moved his head to the side, but in the next moment, he no longer dared to move, because the spear tip had already chased after him like a shadow.

"If it was outside, I would have killed you with a single shot."

Tang Huan squinted his eyes, the spear in his hand moved, the spearhead moved away from Yan Changkong's throat and heavily tapped on his shoulder twice. The clothes there immediately became wrinkled, "However, I will not kill you now, you have to thank this' Sky Spirit Realm 'properly, it allowed you to keep your dog life. "Since you're a dog, you have to be obedient. Now, you can hand over what you have and get lost."

"Pfft!"

Hearing Tang Huan's words, Yan Changkong's originally pale face turned green, the blood and energy in his chest churned, and after a moment, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, which splashed onto the tip of the spear that had just been pulled out, and immediately turned into smoke, evaporating cleanly.

"Tang Huan, I admit defeat this time."

Yan Changkong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and struggled to get up, then said fiercely: "This is my 'Flowing Gold Sword', one day I will take it back from you." Yan Changkong was straightforward as well. With a swing of his arm, the dim golden greatsword threw towards Tang Huan.

"Clang!" Tang Huan lightly pushed his spear forward, causing the Flowing Gold Sword to fly out, landing on the ground a few metres away, "A piece of scrap, I am not interested."

"You!"

Yan Changkong's lungs almost exploded out of anger. This "Flowing Gold Sword" was a high grade high-level weapon, the family spent 30 million gold to buy it, and when they first entered the "Sky Spirit Realm", it was taken away by someone. Only last year did he defeat the other party, and then, he was able to take the weapon back.

Such a weapon was actually discarded like a pair of old shoes by Tang Huan.

But when Yan Changkong caught a glimpse of the "Flowing Gold Sword" on the ground, he was unable to continue speaking. On the sword blade, a long and narrow crack had appeared. He thought that it was just his imagination, so he quickly walked forward and picked up the sword. Upon closer inspection, the crack remained.

"You destroyed my 'Flowing Gold Sword'." Yan Changkong was so angry that his entire body was trembling.

"Yes, what can you do?" Tang Huan sneered.

"?"

Yan Changkong did not make a sound, he clenched his teeth, held onto the golden greatsword, and turned to leave.

"Did I let you go?" Tang Huan's face darkened.

"What, you're still interested in this piece of rotten iron?" Yan Changkong coldly snorted.

"I'm not interested in this piece of metal, but I'm interested in the room number plate at the second level of the secret realm." Tang Huan laughed and said indifferently.2

"What?" Yan Changkong's face changed greatly.

"You don't understand? Then, I will say it again, hand over your room number plate to me! " Tang Huan said slowly.

"Tang Huan, have mercy on others and don't be too ruthless in your actions. Otherwise, it will not benefit you at all." Just at this moment, a voice rang out. Four figures had already walked to the side, and the one who spoke was the lanky youth, Zhong Feng.

"Are you threatening me?" Tang Huan smiled, but his eyes became cold.

"No, just advice." Zhong Feng laughed loudly.

"Advice?"

Tang Huan suddenly turned pale, and said coldly: "Who do you think you are, it is my turn to receive your advice? If you were to pull out your sword, others would always challenge you. Today, I will see what it is like to challenge others! "

"Hmm?" Zhong Feng was stunned for a moment, then a trace of rage appeared between his brows.

"Anyone else who wishes to advise me can come at me together!" Tang Huan's gaze swept across the other three young men by Zhong Feng's side, speaking with ridicule, "Always staying in one room to cultivate, isn't that boring. Being able to have five rooms to rotate with, I think that feels pretty good."

"Alright, alright, Tang Huan, this is what you said." Duo Feng was so angry that he started laughing.

"Alright, Zhong Feng, stop talking!"

After that, his gaze turned to Tang Huan. From his bosom, he took out a crystal clear red jade tablet and threw it at Tang Huan, "Tang Huan, didn't you want my room number plate? Take it! "Zhong Feng, let's go!"

"Yan Changkong, you can leave, he can't!" Tang Huan grabbed the jade tablet with one hand, and the long spear in his hand slightly raised at the same time, as he pointed at the lanky youth called Zhong Feng.

"Tang Huan, don't go too far!" Only now did Yan Changkong remember that Tang Huan had already said that he would challenge Zhong Feng, causing his face to immediately flush red.

"Let's go all out against him!"

The grey-robed man and the hawk-nosed man were enraged as well. They tightened their grip on the weapons in their hands, and the heavy sword in their right hand grabbed onto the hilt of the longsword at their waists. Their eyes immediately became as sharp as swords.

The corner of Tang Huan's mouth lifted slightly. Even Stage Eight Martial Lord Yan Changkong had lost to him, so he didn't even put the four peak of the seventh step Great Martial Master in his eyes.

"Buzz!"

In the midst of the clear, trembling cry, the Dragon Phoenix Spear in Tang Huan's hand once again burst out with an extremely gorgeous, lustrous light, and a blazing, scorching heat continuously surged out from the tip of the spear. In an instant, the atmosphere of the entire space became heavy and oppressive, and a new great battle seemed to be about to occur.

Seeing this unforeseen event, many Martial Warrior s not far away were all dumbstruck.

After defeating Yan Changkong, Tang Huan still planned to fight all four of them?

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