"Sect Master Fan will first send over three thousand disciples one after another. I will give you ten thousand taels of silver every day. Follow my orders and be trained by me."
Chen Tian covered the tea cup and said slowly: "How?"
"Ten thousand a day?"
Fan Zhicheng was stunned.
The biggest escort mission he had ever received was when a young master wanted to find four beauties in the Northern Territory, and he generously paid the Panlong Sect more than 80,000 silver.
He was so happy that he led the Panlong Sect's 30,000 disciples. Within half a year, they did nothing but circled around this young master.
But now! Lord God gives you 10,000 taels every day! After half a year, wouldn’t it be more than 1.7 million?
Mother! I have never counted so much silver! "...Sir, I still have many disciples from the Panlong Sect, and I can transfer most of them."
Fan Zhicheng drank a cup of tea and felt his mouth was dry.
"That's enough."
Chen Tian smiled and said, "There are too many people and it can't be used. Three thousand is just right."
"I dare to ask God, what should I do now?"
"First find a flat land near Xianyin Pavilion and set up camp. If you have any difficulties, just ask."
"As you command!"
"Don't leave in a hurry, there are still things to do."
Chen Tian waved his hand and called out to Fan Zhicheng, who was extremely excited, "Is that little brother Ling Yan?"
"I have met the Lord God!"
Fan Changxiang immediately clasped his fists and paid homage.
"Panlong Sect uses martial arts to enter Taoism. How is your spear skills?"
"Individually, you can win by two points in the same realm. If three people form a formation, they will be invincible in the same realm."
Fan Changxiang is much calmer than his father and speaks in an organized manner.
"Can I spar with him?"
Chen Tian glanced at Li Chengfeng, who was standing next to him with his sword in hand.
"no problem."
As soon as Fan Changxiang finished speaking, Li Chengfeng suddenly flashed and stabbed out with a sword, fast and fierce.
Caught off guard, Fan Changxiang was forced to step heavily on the ground, sink his lower body, and suddenly clapped his hands together.
Bang! The long sword was caught abruptly and dangerously, and the mighty sword energy blew Fan Changxiang's hair flying wildly.
He really didn't expect that Li Chengfeng would fight directly without waiting for him to draw up his stance.
The almost rude behavior made him angry. He turned his palm downwards and pressed the sword hard, then raised his head and slammed it forward.
The headbutt rushed straight towards Li Chengfeng with a powerful momentum. If it hit Li Chengfeng hard, his skull would definitely crack.
But Li Chengfeng was not afraid at all. He turned his wrist and made the sword roll continuously. He raised his elbow and collided with Fan Changxiang's headbutt.
Boom! Plop! One loud noise followed another, almost at the same time.
Under the turbulence of the air, a purple bruise appeared on Fan Changxiang's forehead, and his left shoulder was cut by a long sword. If the armor hadn't blocked it, half of his neck might have been cut off.
But Li Chengfeng is not much better.
His right elbow suffered a violent impact and was in unbearable pain. It hung on his side and could not help but tremble slightly.
At this time, the distance between the two people had widened. Fan Changxiang took the opportunity to turn over his right palm, and a long spear with a hard shaft made of jujube wood appeared immediately, with the tip of the spear clearly sharp.
As the red tassel trembled, he let out a low voice, and the tip of his spear immediately trembled like a poisonous snake spitting a letter, and all of them attacked Li Chengfeng.
A small terrace.
Smoke and dust are everywhere.
A chill flashed through Li Chengfeng's eyes, and he swung his long sword, drawing a series of afterimages of sword light, and then picked it up with a crackling sound.
The tinkling sound of gold and iron shook away the fog in the valley, and the little sparks on the stage fluttered and splashed.
As a father, Fan Zhicheng was of course worried, but he was very confident in Panlong's marksmanship.
Stationed at Yanmen, it is powerful in the snowy fields.
The prestige of the Panlong Sect can only be achieved with a single shot! While Chen Tian pulled Flora behind him, he also saw that the martial arts styles of the two people on the scene were completely different.
If Fan Changxiang is a brave man who can stop a flying boat, then Li Chengfeng is a lawless maniac.
Although both of them are brave.
But the playing styles are very different.
Although Fan Changxiang also pursued defeating the enemy with one blow, he obviously wanted to protect himself, but Li Chengfeng only wanted to kill the enemy and did not care about his own life.
at this time.
Fan Changxiang was forced back by the fine sword wind. The gun barrel was covered with cobweb cracks and was about to break.
He stepped back, dragging his spear backwards towards the edge of the terrace, the sparkle in his eyes burning hot.
Without thinking, Li Chengfeng caught up with him, and the long sword in his hand was about to pierce Fan Changxiang's back.
See here.
Fan Zhicheng was no longer worried.
Spear is the king of all weapons. If you want to practice it well, the time spent in hundreds of places is only a drop in the ocean.
Now Fan Changxiang is about to awaken the Qinglong Martial Spirit, and he has extraordinary abilities. The situation he is facing now is just right for him to use that move.
Fan Changxiang stepped on the edge of the terrace and suddenly stopped. The spear in his hand suddenly passed by the shoulder blades behind his neck.
As soon as he turned his attack, the spear came out like a dragon.
The carbine is the most sinister and the most difficult to guard against.
Faced with the sudden fire, countless monster clans died and ended up with blood splattered on them.
But Li Chengfeng's pupils shrank, and instead of dodging, he used his body skills to speed up and rush forward again, slamming into the tip of the spear.
What's going on?
He doesn't want his life?
Fan Changxiang's mind flashed, and he felt that Li Chengfeng always had a backup plan, but the opportunity had arrived. He gritted his teeth and had no time to think about it. He still activated his spear and thrust forward with all his strength.
Boo--a harsh friction sound sounded.
I saw Li Chengfeng raising his long sword, facing the tip of the spear, and forcefully slicing through it! The spear was shattered inch by inch by the sharp sword energy, like a broken bamboo, and was cut in half in an instant.
When the sawdust flew, Fan Changxiang's throat was already under the tip of the sword. He didn't even dare to take a big breath for fear that his Adam's apple would be pierced by the sword.
Fan Zhicheng was shocked! He never expected that the Panlong Spear Technique, which had always been invincible, could be broken so easily! Looking at Li Chengfeng with burning eyes, Fan Zhicheng had to accept it. This young man hated his enemies, but he also hated himself even more.
Severely.
Although this competition was just a point-to-point competition, if there was even the slightest mistake, Li Chengfeng would definitely be stabbed to the core with a spear.
But he still did it! And the sword energy was like a rainbow! "I lost..." Fan Changxiang's expression was a little dim, and he looked past the slender sword body and looked at the expressionless Li Chengfeng: "The sword is biased, you are more powerful than me.
Brave."
Li Chengfeng did not respond, but sheathed his sword and silently retreated to Chen Tian.
"The spear is like a dragon, the sword is like a tiger, and the sword is like a rainbow."
Chen Tian stood up and said to Fan Changxiang: "Li Chengfeng's swordsmanship is considered an evil way, not suitable for the general public, and its upper limit is far lower than yours."
This is really not a polite comment made for fun.
Li Chengfeng was filled with resentment because his wife was humiliated by Yin Luqi. He could only live on this resentment.
Fan Changxiang shoulders the important task of guarding Yanmen and protecting the people of the Northern Territory. He has a certain sense of awe and righteousness in his heart, which is obviously higher than Li Chengfeng's.
at the same time.
Through the fight between the two just now, Chen Tian saw that Fan Changxiang seemed to be stuck in a certain state. As long as his heart palpitated and he realized it once more, his combat power would skyrocket.
At this time, if Li Chengfeng wanted to defeat Fan Changxiang, he could only assassinate him and attack him secretly. He had no chance of winning on the frontal battlefield.
It can also be seen from this that Fan Changxiang's statement that he can beat an enemy of the same level by two points is not a lie.
"Your spear was destroyed, so I'll compensate you with another one during tomorrow's banquet."
"Kowtow to the Lord God!"
"Okay, step back."
Chen Tian waved his hand and said jokingly: "If you don't leave, the little girl's heart will be stolen by you."
