Weapon Master

"Ding!"    

A long sword shot from the left was swept down by Tang Huan's Dragon Phoenix Spear.    

From the power contained within the arrow, Tang Huan could determine that the one who shot the arrow should be the archer who possessed the strength of Stage Eight Martial Lord.    

Before returning, Tang Huan was attacked by three archers and had quite a bit of fear in his heart. However, when they arrived at the garden that was filled with obstacles, Tang Huan did not pay much attention to the other two.    

However, he also understood in his heart that with the other two archers in his way, it would not be easy for him to kill the strongest guy on the other side.    

"Whoosh!"    

In a flash, Tang Huan had already given up on the black-robed old man who was retreating to the far left.    

At this time, Tang Huan had not only been circulating his "Nine Sun Divine Caldron" and "Five Colors Spiritual Pills" to their limits, he was also displaying his flesh body to the fullest extent of his ability, as if he was a ferocious beast that had escaped its cage and was shuttling through the garden.    

The tyrannical Perception Ability allowed Tang Huan to catch the movements of the archer dozens of meters away, allowing him to dodge in advance.    

The archer continuously shot out several ordinary arrows, which all passed by Tang Huan's side.    

Even though he was at the absolute distance from Tang Huan every single time, it was still difficult to hit the target. Yet Tang Huan was closing in on the archer with a mind-boggling speed, so Tang Huan could vaguely see the black figure that he was hiding within the flowers.    

"Chi!"    

After another arrow missed, the archer couldn't stay any longer and jumped out of the flower bush, desperately rushing into the distance.    

Unfortunately, his speed was still much slower than Tang Huan's.    

He was dressed the same as the old man in black, and both of them were wrapped in black robes, revealing only their eyes. He was dressed the same as the old man in black, and both of them were wrapped in black, revealing only his eyes.    

In the blink of an eye, only a few meters remained between him and Tang Huan. At this time, not only did Tang Huan seem to be one with the world, the Dragon Phoenix Spear that was thrusting forward like lightning also seemed to have fused with the world, as he silently approached the black-clothed archer who was sprinting ahead.    

"Be careful!"    

Dozens of meters away, a low, vigorous shout suddenly rang out.    

The black-clothed elder had already circled around from the side of the fake mountain and immediately issued a warning when he saw the situation.    

Hearing his shout, the archer subconsciously turned his head around, his eyes immediately revealing a terrified expression. Before, when he felt that there was no sound from behind him, he thought that they had already pulled apart the distance between them, but it was only now that he realized that the tip of Tang Huan's fiery red spear had actually already arrived before his eyes.    

"Aoouuu ~ ~ ~"    

The archer screamed as his body was penetrated by the long spear.    

And it was also at this time that a "bang" sound rang out, and Tang Huan drew his long spear without even thinking before turning around to the right. In an instant, a sharp arrow whistled past where he had previously been standing, and before the archer had even landed on the ground, he was struck once again by the arrow's explosive force.    

Tang Huan steadied his pace, and turned around. Ten meters away, the black clad old man's eyes were already cold to the extreme.    

"Hmm?"    

Tang Huan frowned in surprise. Three arrows, one in front and one just killed, another had also entered the garden. A moment ago, Tang Huan had sensed that his aura was still more than ten meters to the right, but the instant the Eighth Rank Archer was killed, his aura had completely disappeared.    

What replaced it was an even larger aura.    

"Who is that?"    

Just as that thought appeared in Tang Huan's mind, he subconsciously glanced in that direction from the corner of his eyes. In a blink of an eye, the figure of Pang Shuo appeared in front of him.    

"Old fatty!"    

Tang Huan shouted out with joy.    

The owner of the huge aura was the Fat Old Man that he had promised to meet at the residence they were meeting today. In his hand was a black figure, and it was obvious that he was the third archer. He never thought that the old fatty would have such tyrannical strength, killing a Great Martial Master who was at the peak of the seventh step without anyone noticing.    

If it was only based on the aura, the old fatty's cultivation seemed to have surpassed the Stage Eight Martial Lord. Could it be that he was ?    

"ninth ranked Martial Saint?"    

Tang Huan's heart thumped, his mind couldn't help but think of these four words that made him extremely shocked. The old man who was just a blacksmith on the surface was the ninth ranked Martial Saint, the Weapon Refining Grand Master, and the old fatty who opened a small weapon store on the Nulang City was actually also the ninth ranked Martial Saint?    

"Kid, be careful!"    

Just as Tang Huan's thoughts were running fast, the Fat Old Man suddenly shouted out.    

In the next moment, Tang Huan felt his scalp going numb, all the hair on his body stood up, he looked over at the black clothed elderly man, who had already thrown away the black bow in his hand and pulled out the other bow from his back. An arrow was already nocked on the bow, and with his Innate Qi, the Stong Qi had already ripped apart the black cloth covering the bow and arrow, releasing a bright and dazzling golden light.    

A sense of extreme danger welled up from within Tang Huan's heart, and the spear in his hand fiercely thrust outwards. A lance silhouette of the lance trembled, and a little red light appeared consecutively, instantly transforming into a ball of Prairie Blaze flames, enveloping even the space a few meters in front of him.    

With Tang Huan's current cultivation and strength, it was countless times more powerful than before when he was using the "Prairie Blaze" style.    

"Bang!"    

The bowstring trembled as it shook the earth.    

The moment the golden arrow left his hand, it released an even more brilliant light. A terrifying power surged out, and after a flick of his finger, the arrow seemed to transform into a golden storm, like a sharp awl. It seemed as if it could destroy everything in its path, and even the space it passed through fluctuated violently.    

Boom!    

In a split-second, the golden storm had already passed through more than ten meters of space, forcefully colliding with the Prairie Blaze flames activated by Tang Huan's spear.    

In a moment, the sound of something exploding echoed in the air above the garden, and the berserk Stong Qi raged, instantly shattering the surrounding grass and trees, causing the dust on the ground to fly up into the air, gently floating in the air, causing the entire area to become hazy.    

"Ding!"    

In the next moment, the long spear and arrow pierced through the layers of Stong Qi and clashed together.    

After a sharp and clear sound passed, the arrow flew back one or two meters before dropping to the ground, but Tang Huan felt that his hands had become numb, the energy released by the golden arrow was not only berserk, but also contained a powerful intent, extremely sharp.    

Although the black-robed old man was only a Martial Lord at the peak of the Eighth Rank, the feeling he gave Tang Huan was completely different than before when he held the golden bow and arrow.    

It was as if the person standing there was no longer a Stage Eight Martial Lord, but a genuine ninth ranked Martial Saint!