However, even though he was in the form of a child, the black aura on his body was extremely strong, and his entire smoke-like body and the constantly drifting black aura basically mixed into one, making him look more like an ethereal object.
In his hand was a black spear, like the shadow of a gun, all pitch-black, but even so, the tip of the spear was incomparably sharp, and a powerful force pervaded and spread out from it.
At this moment, he was standing in front of Han Qianqian, his spear in his hand, even though he was not very old, he had a different kind of majesty within him.
Han Qianqian always felt that this child in front of him looked very familiar, even though it was almost made of black gas, and it was hard to distinguish the five views!
The jade sword was gently withdrawn, and Han Qianqian could not help but look at the child in front of him more closely.
Where did he come from?
If Han Qianqian had had the sense to take a second look after the impact of the Buddha's Mighty Heavenly Dragon, he would have discovered that this little child was the same child that had appeared in the mist and smoke after the Buddha's Mighty Heavenly Dragon had collided with him.
"At such a young age, he has become a demon, a pity." Han Qianqian couldn't help but say.
A child of this age, who was only about eight to ten years old, should still be in the midst of a rotten and incomparable childhood, but this child in front of him today was wrapped in a demonic aura and was as fierce as a god.
But at his age, he still reminded Han Qianqian of his own child.
Almost as soon as Han Qianqian thought of Han Nian, the black child suddenly shouted coldly and a black spear came stabbing at him.
Han Qianqian was not expecting it, but he was quick enough to retreat, and the black spear passed Han Qianqian's face by a hair's breadth!
Brush!
When the black lance was retracted, Han Qianqian's face was already cut with a bloodstain, and blood slowly flowed down the trail.
Han Qianqian wiped his face, looked at the blood in his hand, and then glanced at the black lance's head.
"Gun qi can even hurt people, kid, you have some skills." In Han Qianqian's eyes, there was no longer the doting love for the child, but rather a kind of icy coldness.
Although the lance brushed his face, Han Qianqian was clear that the gun was still quite a distance away from his own face, but even so, his face was still cut directly.
Perhaps to others, gun or sword qi was nothing, but to Han Qianqian it was completely different.
After all, Han Qianqian's body is the body of a loose immortal, which has already been refined by the robbery thunder, and its sturdiness is far beyond that of ordinary people.
But this child ......
The child's face did not move in the slightest in the face of Han Qianqian's compliments, and the long spear in his hand rotated, dazzling the eyes.
Then, with a sudden movement of his body, the spear came out like a dragon and swept straight at Han Qianqian!
"Brush brush brush!"
Like a cold blanket, even Han Qianqian, who was incredibly fast, couldn't help but be a little fumbled in the face of such an attack.
"What a fast gun!"
Han Qianqian barely resisted the demon boy's attack with several consecutive swords and took a few steps backwards before he could barely stabilize himself, but his heart was already in shock.
The spear technique was not very subtle, and it definitely did not have any so-called offensive or defensive qualities, but it was so fast that it made people's scalps tingle.
The most important point was that the spear technique was extremely fierce, and each move completely abandoned defence, in return for a deadly attack.
Han Qianqian could no longer see the child in front of him as a child, otherwise he would only be killed faster.
An enemy is an enemy!
Thinking of this, Han Qianqian gripped his jade sword tightly, killing intent rising wildly in his eyes.
"Break!"
"Drink!"
Almost simultaneously, the two of them bellowed in unison and rushed towards each other in synchronization.
"Seventy-two divine swords!"
"Demon Cage Ghost Gun!"
Bang, bang, bang!
Sword versus spear, the king of short weapons versus the overlord of long weapons!
A fight as fierce as heaven and earth played out with it.
"Is this your backhand?" Hei Yu looked at the duo in the sky where swords and spears were clashing, fighting as fiercely as heaven and earth, and could not help but frown slightly at this point.
The old monk did not deny it and nodded peacefully, "Precisely."
"A child, do you expect him to beat Han Qianqian? What are your chances of winning?" Hei Yu wondered.
The old monk smiled gently and held out a finger.
"Ten percent?" Seeing this gesture, Hei Yu was a little slightly angry.
To deal with someone like Han Qianqian, even spending great efforts to set up a formation and play intrigue, but in the end, at the most crucial moment, only having something that was 10% certain to deal with him, wasn't that too much of a child's play.
Besides, the person sent was a child!
But on reflection, it should have occurred to him the moment he saw the child, how unreliable this was today.
"No, it must be!" Just as Hei Yu was speaking rather angrily, the old monk smiled faintly.
"Definitely?" Hei Yu wondered.
"Yes." The old monk nodded steadily, and there was even quite a bit of smugness on his face.
It seemed that having seen the appearance of the demon child, which had also stabilised Han Qianqian and allowed the situation to be released, the group of monks had also regained their footing at this point.
Seeing Hei Yu's disbelief, the middle-aged monk explained softly, "Master Hei, the so-called Buddha Mighty Heavenly Dragon is not just as simple as having a Buddha Mighty Heavenly Dragon, and those sixty or so golden dragons are also mighty, and they are also not just as simple as wrapping a layer of armour around the Buddha Mighty Heavenly Dragon."
"Each of our Buddha Seal Golden Dragons is enough for that Han Qianqian to drink, wouldn't it be a waste to use more than sixty dao just for the so-called armour?" Another monk also laughed.
"And it has to be exchanged by Master at such a great cost, if it is only hastily done, my Master is not losing a lot of money."
A few of them said something to each other, looking at Hei Yu as if they were explaining, but in reality it was as if they were mocking and showing off.
But exactly how, there was no explanation.
Hei Yu looked towards the old monk, hoping that he could give a reasonable explanation.
The old monk, however, smiled without saying a word and glanced at the sky, where dappled dark clouds still covered the top.
"It is the middle of the night and the group is tired, Bu Zhi."
"Master, disciple is in." The middle-aged monk hurriedly answered.
The old monk smiled faintly, "Go and prepare some fasting rice so that everyone can have a bite."
"Yes."
"Right, tell everyone not to move with it, remember to sit in place to be protected from this thunder dragon attack, as for these earth fires, although they are hard to survive, use gongfu to protect your body from the risk of life, tell everyone not to panic, the Buddha child has awakened, and the light is naturally ahead." The old monk looked to be in a good mood.
The middle-aged monk hemmed and hawed, also looking quite happy, and said with a cockney smile, "Yes, I will go and do it now. As for this fire on the ground, I do have an idea, let's humiliate Han Qianqian properly, what do you think, Master?"