Weapon Master

"Exactly."

After that, he sized Tang Huan up from head to toe, "Tang Huan, in all these years, during the sparring, you are the first Martial Warriors to have Gong Zhuang vomit blood and faint in his sleep."

"What, you want to help him win it back?" Tang Huan laughed as if he did not mind.

"No, no. Since he lost, it\'s only natural that he win it back." Mo Shang laughed and said, "Speaking of which, I have to thank you on behalf of the officials."

"Thank me?" Tang Huan\'s eyes flashed with a strange light.

"That\'s right. Right now, it has become the biggest obstacle in his martial path. If not for you suddenly giving him a blow on his head, he might have kept on relying on this power, but with this lesson, he believed that in the future, he would change his mind and spend more time to upgrade his Genuine Qi and sharpen his battle skill. At that time, not only will this power not be a hindrance, it will even be like adding wings to a tiger. " Mo Shang smiled, his eyes full of sincerity, "Tell me, should I help him thank you?"

"If that\'s the case, then he should be thanking me."

Tang Huan smiled, but his heart trembled slightly.

The situation that Mo Shang was talking about, he had already felt it when he exchanged blows with the Minister. Not only could Genuine Qi not be compared with experts of the fifth step like Gu Ying and Tang Long, the use of battle skills were also very rough. When facing off against opponents, his greatest reliance was on the power of his flesh body.

With powerful strength and a swift speed, the destructive power of that enormous hammer, which weighed two to three hundred pounds, was extremely terrifying.

Therefore, if he couldn\'t dodge this attack like he did just now, then no matter how good the battle skill was, he could only suppress it. Tang Huan\'s "one power defeats all" in his previous life made sense, but if there was someone who could constantly dodge his attacks, he would be forced into a passive state.

If it was really like what Mo Shang had said, willing to spend time to upgrade Genuine Qi and improve his combat skills, Tang Huan would probably have another strong opponent for himself in the future.

"I\'m going. If we have the chance to meet again in the next few rounds of Martial Competition, we can have a good spar and see if it\'s your spear or my sword." Mo Shang smiled and waved his hand at Tang Huan, then turned and left. A moment later, he picked up the golden hammers that he loved dearly and walked out of the martial arena.

"This guy is probably even harder to deal with than public loss and love."

As his gaze swept across the flexible sword at Mo Shang\'s waist, Tang Huan\'s mind raced as he turned to leave. When he walked out of the martial arena, the clamouring sounds coming from the surrounding people immediately became even louder, and when many Martial Warriors s looked at Tang Huan, their eyes had become somewhat respectful.

"I really did not expect that Tang Huan would actually win against Young Master Gong Dian. This fellow\'s strength is truly terrifying, I heard that even Gu Ying is not his opponent."

"I wonder what movement skill Tang Huan is using to actually be able to make use of the public loss love to play with?"

"Tsk tsk, saying three shots is really three shots. No wonder public loss of love was so infuriated that you vomited blood."

"..."

All kinds of discussions could be heard from the spectating Martial Warriors.

"What\'s the situation?" Within the resting area on the left, Meng Zixuan could not help but ask as she watched Mo Shang place the Elder Gong Dian on the ground.

"It\'s just that his internal organs are injured, it\'s not a big deal. This guy is as strong as an ox. Even if he doesn\'t take any medicine, he\'ll be able to fully recover in a few days." Mo Shang smiled slightly. Even though he said that, he opened his mouth wide and put a green pill in.

"How much of that movement technique did you see?" Mo Shang raised his eyes and asked.

"That movement technique is too mysterious. It\'s a pity that time is too short. He\'s probably worried that someone will see through it. When the time comes, he\'ll quickly finish the battle." A trace of helplessness appeared on Meng Zixuan\'s beautiful face.

"..."

"Tang Huan, you truly surprised me!"

In the resting area on the right, Hong Tao\'s eyes were dark and cold. There was a faint trace of surprise in his eyes.

When he saw Tang Huan play Gong Zhuang Pao, he had expected that it would be such a result. But even so, when he saw the scene of Gong Cheng Pao vomiting blood and fainting, he was still surprised. After all, Gong Zhui\'s reputation in Feng Ming\'s sect was too resounding.

After a short moment of surprise, Hong Tao was overjoyed.

Tang Huan\'s victory, meant that in the future, he would still have the chance to meet Tang Huan and kill him in broad daylight.

If it was just an ordinary exchange of pointers, he might not be the one who liked Tang Huan the most, but if it was a life and death battle, he was absolutely confident that he could turn the love into his own spirit, and Tang Huan was naturally not an exception!

While thinking, Hong Tao could not help but look towards Tang Long who was not far away.

As if she had noticed his gaze, Tang Long also looked over in a blink of an eye. Their four eyes met, and both of them coldly snorted from the nose as they simultaneously shifted their gaze away.

"I seem to have made a mistake."

Inside the resting area on the right, Gao Ling crossed his legs and leaned his back against the cliff as he crossed his legs. He hugged his spear against his chest and held a blade of grass in the corner of his mouth as he muttered, "I didn\'t expect this kid to be so strong.

In an instant, Gao Ling seemed to have discovered something. He abruptly raised his eyes and grinned, baring his teeth.

Tens of metres away, Tang Huan, who had just returned to the resting area, looked away, then sat down next to Gu Ying, Tang Si and the others.

Time flew and the sky gradually darkened.

Unknowingly, there were already many torches outside of Phoenix Spirit Valley. All thirty-two of the arenas were illuminated by the red light.

The third round of the martial arts competition was far more intense than the first two. On average, each battle would last longer.

When both sides were on the same level of strength and were evenly matched, it would be even more difficult to determine the victor. Even when the two sides were at a stalemate for half an hour, they still could not determine the victor, and in the end, they were completely exhausted and had no choice but to withdraw from the battle, missing the fourth round of the Phoenix Spirit Martial Meeting.

After nearly an hour, the entire Feng Ming Mountain was shrouded by a pitch-black curtain of night.

"Everyone, the third round of \'Phoenix Spirit Martial Meeting\' is over. The two hundred and eighteen participants will be able to participate in the fourth round of \'Phoenix Spirit Martial Meeting\' tomorrow. Everyone, rest well tonight, recuperate, and wait for tomorrow\'s battle to resume! " In front of the wooden shed, Lei Ming\'s voice was as loud as a bell, shaking the air.

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As soon as Lei Ming finished speaking, the noise outside the Phoenix Spirit Valley continued to shake the sky. After an entire day, the curtain had finally fallen.

However, everyone knew that Martial Competition would be even more intense tomorrow.

Because many precious gems, as well as the even rarer "Phoenix Flame Essence", would belong to him tomorrow!