Chapter 991: Let me use the iron rod!

Fang Bai and Tu Hu did not use any nasty means, and frankly confronted each other. Losing is losing and winning is winning. They will not feel regret or resent each other.
In Huang Miao's words, the battle between the two is a battle between gentlemen.
The four team members behind Tu Hu all looked down on Fang Bai, thinking that Fang Bai's battle against Tu Hu was purely seeking abuse, and even the other party was ridiculing and demeaning.
However, when Fang Bai released an aura equivalent to that of Tu Hu, the four of them suddenly fell silent, feeling anxious, fearing offending Fang Bai.
It can be expected that after this experience, Fang Bai will become the core disciple of the Greenland Martial Arts Academy just like Tu Hu.
The four people behind Tu Hu are all inner court disciples, and the core disciples are much higher than their inner court disciples in terms of strength and status, and they are not comparable.
So if Fang Bai wanted to rectify the four of them in the future, he would definitely make them unable to eat.
Now, they only hope that Tu Hu can defeat Fang Bai in the current duel, and frustrate Fang Bai’s spirit. This will make Fang Bai a little bit jealous, worrying about Tu Hu’s face, and dare not easily find himself. The trouble of a few people.
"Junior Brother Fang, where are your weapons?"
Facing Fang Bai that he couldn't see through, Tu Hu didn't dare to have a hint of support. He slowly pulled out the long knife he was wearing, pointed the tip of the knife diagonally to the ground, and asked in a solemn voice.
"Weapons...oh, I came in too rush, forgot to take it with me!"
Fang Bai casually pulled out a reason, and said with his hands.
Fang Bai's spatial ring contained several spiritual tools such as the Blood Drinking Mad Knife, but after he came to the real martial world, he had never encountered an opponent worthy of the spiritual tool, so several spiritual weapons were lying in the spatial ring.
Occasionally, when there is no one in seclusion, Fang Bai will take out a few spiritual weapons to practice, so as not to be unfamiliar.
To deal with opponents like Tu Hu who were not at the same level at all, Fang Bai didn't bother to use the spirit weapon. This was just a reason.
"Forgot to bring?"
Tu Hu's face went dark.
The warrior's weapons are held in the hands, hung by the waist, tied to the back, and hidden in the clothes.
The blades hidden in the clothes are mainly soft blades, mostly wrapped around the waist.
Tu Hu didn't see Fang Bai's weapon, and thought he was carrying a soft weapon, but he didn't expect this guy to not carry it at all.
You know, a suitable weapon can bless the warrior's combat power, and when encountering life and death matters, it is equal to a little more chance of survival.
Therefore, the first thing the disciples of Bitao Martial Arts Academy do every time they enter the mountains to take their own weapons.
It is also a strange thing to dared to enter the mountain like Fang Bai forgot to bring a weapon.
"How about I borrow a weapon for use?"
Fang Bai said, turning his head to look at Huang Miao and others, and finally his eyes fell on the iron rod in Liu Liehu's hand.
"Hunting tiger, lend me your iron rod!"
Fang Bai beckoned to Liu Liehu, motioning for him to throw the iron rod over.
Fang Bai knew that a warrior like Tu Hu had an arrogance in his chest. He proposed to use a weapon to fight against him. If he had his bare hands, he would be regarded as an insult.
Fang Bai didn't bother to use his spiritual weapon, and in order to show respect for Tuhu this opponent, so he thought of borrowing the iron rod from Liu Liehu temporarily.
"Actually... my weapon is also an iron rod, which is similar to the tiger hunting one!"
Fang Bai smiled and said to Tu Hu.
Fang Bai explained this to Tu Hu because he wanted to tell Tu Hu: Although my iron rod is borrowed, it will not affect the combat power. It is fair to fight you.
Despite this, Tu Hu's brows still wrinkled, and he felt a little unhappy.
In Tu Hu's view, he used a long knife to prepare to fight Fang Bai with all his strength.
But Fang Bai borrowed someone else's weapon to fight, which made Tu Hu feel despised, thinking that even if he had won Fang Bai, he would still be invincible.
But after thinking about it again, Tu Hu was relieved.
How can a warrior as young and powerful as Fang Bai be less conceited and arrogant?
If you replace it with yourself, I'm afraid it's worse than Bai Bai, right?
Perhaps Fang Bai felt that he could defeat his opponent with the weapon he borrowed casually?
Tu Hu thought this way, a helpless wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"You are not using your own weapons, and your combat power will eventually be affected. I don't want to take advantage of you... Then, within fifty moves, if I can't beat you, even if I lose!"
Tu Hu said loudly, his tone showing a bit of arrogance, he felt that this was a real fair fight.
Fang Bai didn't talk too much, and said, "Okay: let's decide whether to win or lose by 50 tricks!"
"You back away!"
Tu Hu turned his head and shouted to the four team members behind him.
"Sister Huang, you guys step back a bit!"
Fang Bai turned his head to Huang Miao and other four people.
Tu Hu defeated Zhou Tong, who was ranked eighth in the core disciple's battle power list, and had already demonstrated a fighting power that surpassed the average core disciple, and Fang Bai had also released a breath of warrior no weaker than Tu Hu.
Therefore, the duel between Tu Hu and Fang Bai was tantamount to a duel between the two core disciples. Once they started their hands, the destructive power they produced would be significant.
Both the members of the Tiger Tu team and the members of Huang Miao's team knew this very well, so after hearing the shouts of Tu Hu and Fang Bai, they retreated one after another, leaving a large empty space in the middle.
"Junior Brother Fang, let's move!"
Tuhu's eyes were full of brilliance, his tongue was spring thunder, he roared, his whole body was circulating, his thick black hair was flying, and his blood-stained clothes hunted in excitement.
He entered a peak fighting state, with the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the ground, and he could wield it at any time. The martial artist's breath turned into an invisible pressure, and he quickly forced Fang Bai over.
Wherever the coercion passed, those flowers and plants clung to the ground.
Although Huang Miao and others were separated by several feet from Fang Bai, they also felt the invisible pressure from Tuhu. That pressure made them difficult to breathe, their vitality surged, and they had to run their true essence to counteract it. Feel better.
"Core disciple, really amazing!"
Huang Miao and others outside the duel field all felt such a huge pressure. Can you imagine what kind of pressure Fang Bai, who faced the tiger slaughter, would endure?
Of course, if Fang Bai couldn't even bear the pressure of slaughtering the tiger, then this duel between them would not have to continue.
Huang Miao and the others were a little worried at first, but after seeing Fang Bai's always straight figure, they relaxed.
If Tuhu's coercion is like a wave that is constantly slapped over, then Fang Bai is like a small island in the sea, and I won't move no matter how the waves slapped.