Weapon Master Chapter 129

"Lei Ming, you want to stop me?" Tang Long was furious, he almost squeezed out the words from between his teeth, his voice was extremely cold.
"I don't care who you want to kill after the 'Phoenix Spirit Martial Meeting' is over, but no one is allowed to mess around here before the 'Phoenix Spirit Martial Meeting' ends!"
Lei Ming shouted in a deep voice. His swarthy face swelled red to a dark red, and the veins on the back of his right hand that was holding the longstaff also became exposed.
Even if he was a Martial Master of the peak of the sixth step, it would not be easy for him to grab Tang Long's weapon with his bare hands while Tang Long was launching a violent attack.
From this, it could also be seen how powerful Tang Long was.
"Hmm?"
Tang Long's eyes swept across them, and discovered that not far from him, there were more than ten figures, and his expression could not help but become gloomy. After a while, Tang Long suppressed the anger in his heart and fiercely gritted his teeth: "Alright, on Star Ocean Commerce's account, I will not bother with it."
"Buzz!"
The moment he said that, Tang Long's hands trembled, and the long rod strangely twisted a few times like ripples.
Lei Ming could no longer control it, and the tip of the rod was immediately pulled out by Tang Long, causing his expression to become solemn, and an additional look of seriousness appeared in his eyes.
Tang Long's strength had somewhat exceeded his expectations.
"rascal, consider yourself lucky. I'll let you live for a while longer." His venomous eyes swept across Tang Huan who stood opposite to him. Tang Long snorted coldly, sheathed his staff, and stepped into the arena.
"A stupid pig is a stupid pig!"
Tang Huan squinted his eyes and sneered.
Tang Long paused in his steps, suddenly turned and stared straight at Tang Huan, his face gloomy to the point that it seemed like water had been squeezed out, and his eyes were terrifyingly cold. At this moment, the long rod in his hand slightly trembled, and the knuckles that held the long rod had turned white. It could be seen how angry he was at the bottom of his heart.
But in the end, Tang Long did not let it out. A moment later, he carried Tang Yu's body and walked out of the competition grounds with a murderous look on his face.
"I knew that they wouldn't be able to fight, and if Tang Long led the way, wouldn't Martial Competition be in chaos?"
"You say that, but I have already guessed it. However, Tang Huan is really bold, when Tang Long was attacking, he actually did not dodge nor retaliate, isn't he afraid that Manager Lei Ming will block him too late, and he really got smashed half to death by Tang Long's pole? "
"That Tang Long guy is really unlucky. After being scolded by Tang Huan to this extent, he still can't make a move!"
"He deserves it. After all, Tang Huan is his blood related little brother, and he actually wants to put him to death. What a heartless bastard."
"..."
The crowd was either sighing with emotion, relieved of a great burden, or mocking and ridiculing him. All of them had different expressions on their faces.
"Hu!"
Outside arena number 7, Lei Ming also let out a light sigh. He gave a bitter smile as he looked at Tang Huan, and then turned and left without saying a word.
Tang Huan smiled slightly and slowly returned to the resting area on the left.
In the second round of the Martial Competition, he had killed Tang Yu with a thunder-like speed. Although it was because Tang Yu wanted to kill him, the more important reason was that Tang Huan wanted to reduce Tang Long's power. After his identity was exposed, there was no longer any room for reconciliation between him and Tang Long.
If they met in Martial Competition, there would definitely be a fierce battle. If they did not meet in Martial Competition, once it ended, Tang Long would definitely want to kill him.
Since that was the case, when he came across the Tang Family, he naturally did not need to hold back at all. If there was the appropriate opportunity, he wouldn't mind leaving Tang Long's life in Feng Ming's mountain. As for the revenge from the Tang Family, did he still need to care about it right now?
Tang Huan quickly sat down beside Gu Ying and the others.
A moment later, a new fight broke out in the No.7 arena. The attention of the numerous Martial Warriors s also shifted from Tang Huan to the various fighting grounds. Tang Huan was no exception, the second round of the competition was already over, and it was time to watch.
Tang Huan calmed his heart and concentrated, his gaze continuously looking around the competition grounds.
From time to time, gazes would fall upon him. After battling Tang Yu, many people would look at him with expressions of shock and admiration.
Time flew, not only Gu Ying, Tang Si, Gongsheng, Mo Shang, Meng Zixuan, Gao Ling, Tang Long, Hong Tao and the others went up on stage one by one, easily defeating their opponents and obtaining victory, there were even more experts of the fifth step who had displayed strength that was not inferior to theirs.
In this second round of sparring, Tang Huan saw the end of it from the very beginning. Not only did he broaden his horizons, he also gained a lot of insights in his heart.
"Everyone, the second round of 'Phoenix Spirit Martial Meeting' has ended. There are four hundred and fifty-eight victors, and twelve of them are heavily injured. A total of four hundred and forty-six people are participating in the third round of Martial Competition."

Lei Ming's voice was like thunder, causing waves of echoes, "The third round of the competition is about to begin, please make your preparations. This third round was the same as the one before, it was also drawing lots to decide opponents. Number 1, 12, 18 … Number thirty-one … Number seventy … "Please come here!"
Within the resting areas on both sides, some of the Martial Warriors who had just won, especially those who were injured or whose strength was greatly depleted, suddenly became nervous.
The Martial Warriors s who went up to draw lots had rested for a long time. If they were selected now, their disadvantage would be obvious in the third round.
Not long after, the opponents had already been determined, and the intense battle once again erupted.
At this time, Tang Huan did not continue to observe. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes, and the battle scenes that he had deeply imprinted into his mind flashed continuously in his mind. Tang Huan's body was like a sculpture as he remained motionless. He was completely silent and did not notice the passage of time in the slightest.
"Number 369!"
After an unknown amount of time, a deafening roar suddenly stirred the void. Tang Huan suddenly opened his eyes, and looked around in a daze.
"Tang Huan, it's your turn to draw lots!" Tang Si could not help but remind them.
"What are you thinking about, hurry up, hurry up, Lei Ming has already called you three times!" Gu Ying was a little curious and continued to urge her on.
"Ah?" "Oh!" Tang Huan was startled, only then did he wake up from his dream, and immediately stood up and walked towards the wooden hut.
"Tang Huan, be careful!" Gu Fei's delicate voice came from behind.
Tang Huan did not turn back, he only waved his hand behind him, and before long, he was in front of the wooden shed.
After exchanging glances with Lei Ming, Tang Huan didn't say anything further. He directly reached into the wooden box, took out a small paper ball and handed it over to Lei Ming.
"Hmm?"
Opening up the paper ball to take a look, Lei Ming's expression changed slightly, and his brows furrowed. The gaze he used to look at Tang Huan with became somewhat depressed and helpless, which surprised him quite a bit. However, he did not inquire any further, and Lei Ming easily covered it up as she shouted loudly: "Number one, one, three, five!"
"One one three five? Me! "Me!"
On the left side of the rest area, a burly youth with a wide grin on his face excitedly ran out while brandishing a giant golden hammer. It was surprisingly that he had lost a great deal of love.