The best waste god

There was another scream and howl, and with a bang, the black-faced burly man lay on the tiptoes of Nangong Haotian, spitting blood.

Lie Cai just now was still cheering, but when they saw it, they suddenly stopped, and all the people watching were stunned.

A young boy of eighteen or nineteen years old unexpectedly beat two mighty tall men who seemed to be not ordinary men to the ground neatly between the two meeting each other, and each of them vomited blood , It seems that he has suffered some injuries, and he won't heal if he doesn't lie on the bed for a few days.

Three of the four Huazi had already rushed to the two big men with black faces and purple faces respectively, and hurriedly helped them sit up.

The two mighty and strong men were all pale and panting slightly. It seemed that their injuries were not serious, but they couldn't get up to fight again.

Nangong Haotian sighed secretly. After traveling for so long, he has become more comfortable in controlling his own strength. If he wanted to achieve this step before, it would have been very difficult for him. .

"Little brother, I completely believe that Du Mengsan vomited blood from your palm injury." The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked dignified, with an angry look on his face, and suddenly smiled lightly, and said, "As for whether he was killed by you, I don't know now." Ask for a certificate, I hope you will use your unique skills to deal with the old man."

Nangong Haotian smiled lightly when he heard the words, and said: "To tell you the truth, I don't have any unique skills, I just rely on my sharp eyes and quick hands."

"However, when you make a move, it's a last resort." Having said that, Nangong Haotian paused, his face changed, and said: "If your Excellency is in the situation I am in now, you will also make three moves with humility. Let's walk seven turns!"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded slightly, and said calmly: "Of course, little brother, let's shine the sword!"

After the words were closed, the middle-aged Confucian scholar shook his right hand, and with a "bang", the folding fan in his hand opened in response.

Nangong Haotian glanced at the folding fan, cupped his hands slightly, and said with a smile: "I'm very sorry, the sword I'm wearing is just an ornament. Although there is a hilt on the outside, there is no blade in the sheath."

When the middle-aged Confucian scholar heard this, he couldn't help being stunned.

There are more than 300 martial arts spectators on both sides of the strait. There are many strong men of the generation, and there are even a few passable young girls among them, but they are surrounded by some flattering men, showing their gallantry.

The onlookers began to discuss in whispers, wondering how this middle-aged Confucian scholar would deal with this boy who was only eighteen or nineteen years old.

"Who do you think will win between this kid and the middle-aged Confucian scholar?" A girl who looked good turned her head to another woman next to her and asked coquettishly.

"Hey, it goes without saying, even if that kid started practicing in the womb, he still can't beat that guy."

A young man next to the girl sighed, and he put on an authentic pose, and said with a sigh: "That person is not a simple person, even if I make a move, it will take a lot of effort..."

"Wow..." Before the man finished speaking, the girl's eyes were staring at him, and she looked at the man with admiration, making the man swallow the words in his mouth, "Even I have to work hard!" Only then can I beg him not to hit me, but luckily I didn’t say it!”

"Little sister, brother, let me tell you, that boy is a scum, if I make a move, he will definitely be no match for one move, hahaha."

Hearing this, the people around all cast doubtful or admiring looks, which made the man's vanity soar, and he wanted to speak out to attack Nangong Haotian again.

Nangong Haotian's eyes and ears are so sensitive, but he didn't hear any of the martial arts figures present talking about who the middle-aged Confucian is, but from their expressions, Nangong Haotian can tell that even if they know each other, Not sure, or unwilling to talk about it.

Regarding the man's words before, Nangong Haotian smiled casually and didn't take it seriously at all. For this kind of person, Nangong Haotian wouldn't even take a look.

Looking around, Nangong Haotian didn't get the information he wanted, so he turned to the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and saw the middle-aged Confucian scholar with a blank expression, frowned, and said: "Little brother, to tell you the truth, old man Since I was a teacher, I have used a folding fan in my hands, on the one hand, the folding fan has never left my hand, that is to say, the old man has never practiced palm boxing."

"It's okay." Nangong Haotian couldn't help secretly, knowing that this person's fan skills must have reached a transcendent level, but this would not be a reason for him to back down, and said without hesitation, "You try your best."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded his head when he heard the words, and asked with a particularly aggravated air, "You don't regret it?"

"Although I am not a gentleman, I am not a villain either. I will never regret it." Nangong Haotian said with a calm smile.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said solemnly: "The old man strikes hard."

"I won't strike lightly." Nangong Haotian said with a smile.

"Okay!" As soon as Nangong Haotian finished speaking, the middle-aged Confucian scholar had already said yes loudly, and swung the folding fan in his hand violently, and the flick turned into a graceful fan shadow, cutting towards the throat of Nangong Haotian gate.

"Good... good... good...." The martial arts heroes on both sides of the strait watched lively, among them those who knew the fan move applauded and shouted hello.

Just when the cheers sounded, Nangong Haotian smiled indifferently, turned his head slightly, turned and slid away, his left palm had turned his arm and cut off the right wrist of the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked dignified and looked extremely cautious, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

Nangong Haotian had already seen that the other party was not an idle person, and he was more careful and vigilant. The power of chaos in his body was surging, and he would give the enemy a fatal attack as soon as the master mobilized it.

After fighting at this time, Nangong Hao knew that the middle-aged Confucian scholar was a very difficult person. Although he almost got hit by his folding fan a few times, he almost succeeded a few times.

The reason why Nangong Haotian didn't use swords to fight the enemy was because there were too many people on both sides of the strait to watch the excitement. If the Nether Dragon Slayer Sword was pulled out and spread, it would be difficult to deal with the generals of the Demon Slayer Dragon Fort in the future. host.

The second is that Nangong Haotian really doesn't like the Nether Dragon Slayer Sword, and it is always uncomfortable to use it, so Nangong Haotian generally will not choose to use it unless it is a critical time.

What's more, is it not a fun thing to attack in close quarters!

I saw that Nangong Haotian's whole body, including his hands, elbows, feet, shoulders, etc., had become his attack weapons, and he hit the middle-aged Confucian scholar with bursts of wind, without mercy.