Weapon Master

"Hu!"

After about an hour, in a clearing where there were few Martial Warriors s, a black figure jumped and waved the fiery red long blade in his hand, causing a series of whooshing sounds.

He was Tang Huan, and the weapon in his hand was the weapon that he obtained from Hong Tao.

In his final battle with Hong Tao, Tang Huan's internal organs had also been shaken. Fortunately, Gu Fei had given him the pill, and the existence of the "Nine Yang Divine Furnace" had allowed him to absorb all the medicinal energy as quickly as possible.

Then, almost as soon as the Genuine Qi recovered, Tang Huan began to practice on the side.

He had to familiarize himself with Hong Tao's weapon as soon as possible. This way, he wouldn't be at a disadvantage in the upcoming battles.

Hong Tao's blade was also about two meters long. On the blade's blade, there were two words, "Shocking Rainbow".

Its style was extremely similar to Tang Huan's Guan Dao in his previous life, but its blade body was even wider. The entire blade was extremely heavy. Although it could not compare to Howling Firmament Wolf King's Tyrant Blade and the Golden Hammer that was given to him as a public loss and love, it was still around seventy to eighty kilograms.

This long blade was even redder than the Crimson Flame Spear. On both sides, near the edge of the blade, was a thin green line.

After a moment of careful observation, Tang Huan understood that this long blade should have been forged using "Blazing Iron", which was even more precious than "hematite". As for the two types of middle ranked gems that had been fused into the weapon, one of them was also "Green Fluorite", and the other should be "Flame Dragon Stone".

Even though the "Flame Dragon Stone" was not as rare as the "Heart Flame Stone", it was still quite precious.

Flaming iron ore, Green Fluorite, Flaming Dragon Stone, and their extremely high skill in forging, made the long blade the highest quality amongst medium-grade weapons. If Tang Huan's predictions were correct, it was most likely a Weapon Refining Master or even a Weapon Refining Grand Master that was forging this weapon.

Otherwise, Tang Huan's Crimson Flame Spear would not have been so thoroughly damaged.

"Hu!"

"Chi!"

"..."

The sound of something tearing through the air could be heard.

The long blade danced wildly as the blade's momentum rapidly changed. Slash, slash, wipe, lift, stab, block … At this moment, Tang Huan was repeatedly practicing the movements of the most basic of blade type weapons. After almost half an hour, Tang Huan had become more familiar with the movements from his initial familiarity.

"Although all sorts of weapons can be used to communicate with others, but isn't this Tang Huan's improvement speed too fast?"

"It's only been half an hour or so. It looks like he's been learning for several years. Could it be that he's learned it before?"

"No matter how well he trains, it's useless. These basic movements can be practiced for a short period of time, but if it's a blade technique, how could he learn it so quickly?"

"Blade technique?" At this time, where would he go to find a blade technique battle skill?

"The eighth round, Tang Huan seems to have lost for sure!"

"..."

Amongst the surrounding crowd, many Martial Warriors who were paying attention to Tang Huan's movements couldn't help but point towards that direction.

At this point, even if they endlessly praised Tang Huan's performance, no one felt that Tang Huan would win the following martial competition.

If a spear wielder were to lose a weapon they were most familiar with and use a saber instead, the result could be imagined.

The best way was to find someone to borrow a gun. That would be even better.

However, not only did Tang Huan not do so, he even took out Hong Tao's weapon and started to train with it.

"It's a good thing that I'm not heavily injured, otherwise …"

In the resting area, Tang Si exhaled, and slowly opened his eyes, only to find that Gu Ying was staring in a certain direction, and could not help but look over in a blink of an eye.

After a while, Tang Si was stunned, and could not help but say: "Tang Huan … What is this? "

"Sword practice!" Gu Ying spat out these two words.

"Training in the saber?" Tang Si was dumbstruck, "At this point in time, if he does not hurry and find a gun to familiarize himself with, what blade is he going to train with?"

"You're asking me, how would I know? It's not like I'm Tang Huan." Gu Ying rubbed his forehead and shook his head speechlessly.

"Tang Huan isn't stupid. He knows what he's doing. Brother, Brother Tang Si, you two don't have to worry about him." Gu Fei said while beaming.

"..."

Gu Ying and Tang Si couldn't help but look at each other.

"You don't need a spear, you should use a blade? Is there something wrong with this fellow's head? " Not far away, the male official's eyes widened as he involuntarily muttered to himself.

"If there is something wrong with his head, wouldn't you, who was easily defeated by him, be even more stupid?" Mo Shang smiled.

"You … "You really are petty." He was speechless.

"Maybe, not only has Tang Huan trained in the spear arts, he has also trained in the blade arts?" Meng Zixuan's beautiful eyes slightly turned, and some doubt appeared on her beautiful face.

"..."

"Truly courting death!"

Tang Long only snorted, then closed his eyes and paid no more attention.

When Tang Huan killed Hong Tao, he had also caught a glimpse of it. At that time, he was so shocked that he lost his mind and was almost pierced through the chest by the opponent's sword. His estimation of Tang Huan's strength was already high enough, but he never thought that he would still be underestimating him, to the point that even Hong Tao had died under his hands.

His and Hong Tao's strength were about the same, and with Hong Tao's previous example, he was not completely sure that he would be able to kill Tang Huan.

But now, he realised that Tang Huan had abandoned his spear and used a blade, and in the bottom of his heart, he was ecstatic.

… ….

It was not only them, but even Lu Wei Rui, Mu Yan and the rest who passed the seventh round in succession.

Inside the wooden shed, Lei Ming's head hurt even more.

At this time, he really wanted to run over and snatch the long blade from Tang Huan's hand, then change the gun and give it to him. It was almost time for the eighth round of martial arts competition, but Tang Huan had changed the types of weapons he was used to.

However, he could only think about it.

As the organizer of this Phoenix Spirit Martial Meeting, if one showed too close of a relationship with someone participating in the Martial Competition, it would easily cause a backlash.

Now, he could only take things one step at a time!

Lei Ming scratched his head and sighed. The purple clothed lady who was also inside the wooden shed was still sitting there calmly, with a trace of a smile appearing in her eyes.

Everyone had different expressions, but Tang Huan remained indifferent. Unknowingly, Tang Huan's movements became smaller and smaller, but his sword techniques were extremely precise and precise.

Time flowed on like water. Another hour passed …

Tang Huan carried his long blade on his shoulder and once again stood in front of the wooden shed at the entrance of the valley. Along with him, Gu Ying, Tang Si, Tang Si, Lu Lushui, Tang Long, Meng Zixuan, Mo Shang and Mu Yan, as well as another three people whom Tang Huan couldn't identify, one of them was the fortunate man who took up residence in the valley.

What made Tang Huan a little surprised was that Gao Ling had actually lost in the last round, moreover, at the hands of the red-clothed female called Mu Yan.

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