C870 Two Marbles

However, Tang Wogu suddenly felt a sense of danger. For the experts among them, this ability to predict danger... One of the prerequisites for their success. Those who did not have this ability would usually die prematurely on the way to the top.

The danger came from beneath their feet. As a hidden weapon, Tang Wogu was amazed by Zhang Jingxuan's hidden weapon technique.

He did not make any moves just now, but a hidden weapon was aimed at Tang Wogu from an unexpected direction. Tang Wogu could not see what the hidden weapon looked like.

No one looked up at the sky when they were fighting.

This hidden weapon fell straight from the sky towards the Baihui acupoint above Tang Wogu's head.

In fact, Tang Wogu had been moving the whole time. He couldn't even figure it out. How could Zhang Jingxuan's attack be aimed at his head so precisely? This marble seemed to have a life of its own. Or perhaps, Zhang Jingxuan was controlling its direction from a distance. In short, this marble only made Tang Wogu feel shocked. At the same time, it also increased his killing intent.

Since he had already noticed the marbles' attack, he had to deal with it. Naturally, it was not difficult. Tang Wogu waved his hand and a bag flew into the sky, wrapping the marbles within it. The marbles that came menacingly were also unable to break free from the seemingly soft bag at this time. Being wrapped within, there was nothing he could do.

However, that sense of danger did not disappear. Tang Wogu knew that things were not that simple.

As expected, he almost did not notice that there was a hidden weapon almost in front of him from another direction.

It was another marble. It almost hit the ground. Moreover, it did not fly, but rolled over on the ground. It bounced and rolled. Some people noticed that it might not have been a concealed weapon at all. They would think that someone had touched a grape on the table. Or, in the midst of panic, a mischievous child had accidentally dropped a marble. Almost no one would have thought that it would be a killing machine.

Tang Wogu was shocked, angry, and happy.

He was shocked and angry. He did not expect Zhang Jingxuan's move to be so strange. This method of sending concealed weapons was unheard of. Even he himself almost said it.

He was happy that he was the best at using concealed weapons. Because he stopped here, he was even a little tired of it. Now that he saw Zhang Jingxuan's technique, he immediately felt the hidden weapon martial technique. It was still very promising. This kind of joy that brought along the joy of a child seeing something new offset part of his killing intent. He was even thinking about whether or not he could spare Zhang Jingxuan's life. He would only be subdued and crippled. He would no longer be a threat. Then, he would develop his hidden weapon ability. Perhaps, because of this, he could really become the number one person in the world since ancient times.

Although he managed to dodge the small beads rolling towards him at the last moment, it caused his image as a grandmaster to suffer some losses. Because he only appeared to be a bit flustered, losing his graceful bearing like an immortal.

On the other side, there were still people cheering loudly, which made Tang Wogu even angrier.

"Good! What a good rolling thunder marbles! Little Xuan Zi, this move is really good. Come again! Beat up this old Tang who can't bear to see the light."

It turned out that the situation had changed again and again. The spectators were already unable to differentiate between the enemy and themselves. Including the Japanese, Koreans, Mongols, and many others, they didn't know if this newly appeared Tang Wogu was a friend or foe. Hence, Princess Hefeng from Japan had actually relaxed her control over Fu Lin. When Fu Lin saw that Zhang Jingxuan's marbles almost succeeded, he felt pity. He was excited again and could not help but cheer for him loudly.

When Zhang Jingxuan heard Fu Lin's shout, his heart skipped a beat. That familiar feeling suddenly surged into his heart and pierced through something.

He finally remembered that this was the Eighth Prince of Qing Dynasty. Abahai's son, Fu Lin, was the young master who had once come to his house to play with him when he was young. The two children had been playing with each other for a few days without asking any questions. The young master was taken away by someone. Zhang Jingxuan was locked up at home and couldn't go anywhere. He kept thinking about it. It would be great if he had such a playmate.

However, Fu Lin had grown up, and his appearance had changed as well. In addition, Zhang Jingxuan had only cared about playing when he was young. How could he care about what his little friend looked like? He only remembered the child he was playing with. He called himself a "small door," or a "small door." Now that he thought about it, perhaps that was their Mandarin pronunciation.

At this time, Zhang Jingxuan, who was hugging Tang Shaoshao's body, finally remembered the friendship between him and Fu Lin. It turned out that it happened so long ago. Furthermore, he also understood that Fu Lin's shout actually had a deeper meaning.

He only had one arm left. Hugging Tang Shaoshao meant that he had almost lost his combat strength. It was at this moment that Fu Lin shouted in order to divert Tang Wogu's attention.

As expected, Tang Wogu was also angry. Actually, it was also because he was a little hesitant. In the end, he wanted Zhang Jingxuan's life. Or should he spare his life to help him develop the art of concealed weapons? Therefore, he casually grabbed a person who happened to be between him and Fu Lin. He wanted to use him as a concealed weapon and throw it at Fu Lin.

He wanted to help Zhu Hongji conquer the world. He could kill this future emperor of Qing Dynasty, but not leave him alive. He could also use this as a warning to others so that no one would come out and cause more trouble.

There was also a reason why he wasn't in a hurry to continue attacking Zhang Jingxuan.

Zhang Jingxuan held Tang Shaoshao with one arm. Her body was still warm. At this moment, her arms suddenly circled around him. She hugged Zhang Jingxuan. Zhang Jingxuan's heart was filled with wild joy. It turned out that Tang Shaoshao was not dead! She was not dead!

But she seemed to have come back to life and hugged his her. But she seemed to be afraid of losing him again. Therefore, her arms became tighter and tighter. It was so tight that Zhang Jingxuan felt suffocated. Even more so, her legs were wrapped around Zhang Jingxuan's legs. She was tangled with Zhang Jingxuan in an indecent way. At this moment, Zhang Jingxuan finally knew that something was wrong.

Although Zhang Jingxuan was immune to all kinds of poisons, there was still a kind of poison that could not be cured. That was "love."

Tang Wogu's poison had already reached the acme of perfection.

Although he couldn't poison Zhang Jingxuan directly, his poison could even poison a dead person.