On the training ground.
"Do you two need any weapons?" Wang Hong's voice rang out.
"A sword!" Wan Jianyi said, concise and to the point.
"Duke Wang, I need a long staff that suits my hand!" Xu Sansheng said.
"Catch, both of you!" Wang Hong's voice rang out.
He lifted a hand and waved.
Buzz!
Along with the cry of a sword, a streak of sword-light tore through the air.
Wan Jianyi raised his hand and caught it, and the sword-light that had broken through the air seemed to possess a spiritual nature as it flew into his grasp.
As the sword-light dispersed, a three-foot green edge was suddenly gripped in his hand.
Rumble!
Then came another roar, like surging waves crashing against a stone wall.
The long staff tore through the air, stirring up waves of air as it flew straight toward Xu Sansheng.
Seeing this, Xu Sansheng suddenly leaped up and reached out toward the incoming refined-iron long staff.
Then he was carried straight down toward the ground by that force.
Boom—
His feet landed on the training ground, and dust instantly flew everywhere, smoke and dust surging up and swallowing him.
After one breath.
Whoosh, whoosh—
The sound of a gale howling rang out. Xu Sansheng, refined-iron long staff in hand, casually swung it a few times, raising gusting waves of wind that swept the dust away.
At this moment, once Xu Sansheng gripped the long staff, his bearing changed completely. His face was still the same face, but between his brows there brimmed with a bold, heroic air.
"Brother Wan, please grant me your instruction!" he said.
"Now that's more like it!" Wan Jianyi nodded.
As his words fell.
He gripped the long sword, then raised it upright before him.
Buzz!!
All at once, the blade