Ping Ping Pong Pong...

Nezha and Yang Jian fought for three hundred rounds.

The more they fought, the more frightened they became, because they found that they underestimated each other.

What shocked Nezha was that the three eyes in front of him were so powerful that they were terrifying.

With three magic weapons, I barely withstood his attack.

If this weren't the case, I would have been defeated long ago.

The most important thing is that the other party’s third eye seems to have some magic weapon to restrain oneself.

Every time you use magic weapons to attack the other party, you will be crowd-created.

As a result, the other party only glared with his eyes, and his magic weapon could be reduced by half at the least, and at worst, it would be lost directly.

Yang Jian on the opposite side was even more surprised.

You should know that the child in front of him is only eight years old and can block his attack at the age of eight. This cannot be described as incredible.

Yang Jian was sure that when he encountered such an attack when he was eight years old, he might have been knocked down immediately.

Of course, there is the power of the opponent's magic weapon, but don't forget that the spear in his hand is also a very powerful magic weapon.

The magic weapon is not a good match for the magic weapon.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian suddenly increased the offensive.

I heard him making a ping-pong sound in his hand, and Nezha on the opposite side could not hold on in an instant.

But this was just his sudden increase in the attack, which caused Nezha to be a little off guard. When Nezha reacted, he blocked Yang Jian's attack again.

The two of them were fighting lively, and suddenly a careless voice said:

"Oh, Yang Jian, are you bullying a child again? It's so embarrassing.

Did your dad usually not teach you to respect the elderly and love the young?

Oh, I forgot that your father is Houyi, even your father can’t do such a thing, let alone you.”

Hearing this sentence, Yang Jian couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and then his figure flashed and retreated three feet away.

Turning his head, Yang Jian looked at the person who was talking: "Prince Long San, do you deserve a beating?"

Nezha also looked at the sound of his speech, and saw a young master in the sea.

The other person is fair-skinned, elegant and looks very personal.

The man named Long San Prince laughed: "I just deserve a beating, why don't you accept it? If you don't agree, come and beat me?"

Yang Jian's face turned black: "Do you really think I dare not hit you?"

Prince Long San smiled and said, “I just think you dare not?

We have known each other for so many years, when did you do it?

Bad!"

Yang Jian glared at him: "Who is the coward?"

"Of course it's you. I said so clearly just now. Can't you hear it?"

Yang Jian: "You..."

After a long time, he snorted: "If my mother hadn't repeatedly warned me that I would have been beaten up by me many times."

Prince Long San snorted: "Okay, you don't dare, but you don't dare. Why do you have to find such a naughty excuse?

This is the first time I have seen a coward like you in such a big age.”

"you……"

The two of them were constantly talking, and Nezha next to him couldn't help but speak:

"I'm talking about what's going on with you two, whether to fight?"

If you fight, hurry up. If you don’t fight, stay wherever you go.”

Prince Long San looked at Nezha with a bad expression: "What did you say?"

Nezha: "I said you two are so lazy. Why, am I wrong?

It can be seen that there should be a reason why these three eyes don’t fight you.

But if he doesn't do it, will you not do it? He beat him so hard that he had to fight back.

What's the use of being around you? I'm worried for you."

Prince Long's expression froze instantly. After a long time, he said, "I can't beat him!"

Puff...

Nezha couldn't help laughing out loud anymore: "It turns out that he is not as skilled as a human being, so he had to turn on the taunt mode.

But if you can't beat the other party, what's the use of being incompetent? If you can't beat the other party, do you can't beat the other party?"

Prince Long San's face turned black: "Who do you think is incompetent and angry?"

Nezha looked at the other party: "Of course I'm talking about you."

Do you know what I hate the most in my life? It’s a guy like you who is not capable and still screams everywhere.

Why, not convinced?

If you don’t agree, let’s fight first.”

Who is the third prince of Dragon shook his head: "I won't fight."

Nezha looked at him strangely: "Why?"

"Because I can't beat you."

Nezha no longer knows what to say: "Since you guy admits your fault, then go cool down. I will continue to distinguish the level with my third eye."

Prince Long San shook his head: "You'd better not fight him, right?

Because you are not his opponent either.”

Nezha's face turned dark: "Nothing is said, how could I not be able to beat him?"

Prince Long San said disdainfully: "Do you have no idea if you can beat him or not? Why is it so difficult to admit that you are not as good as others in this world?

You just rely on your magic weapon to be more powerful. Without the magic weapon in your hand, you will have already lost to the other party."

Nezha was dissatisfied: "Who said he couldn't beat him?"

Besides, even if you can't beat it, you have to beat it. Men can bleed, but they must not admit defeat."

Prince Long San shook his head: "It's stupid. It's even more stupid to do it even though he knows it's impossible.

Little brother, I would like to advise you.

You must be self-aware. If you don’t even have this awareness, then dig a hole and bury yourself and die early, so as to avoid being beaten to death by others because of recklessness…”

He said ravingly, Nezha became more and more impatient: "Can you shut up?"

Besides, I am not his opponent, aren’t you still there? We can always beat him when we play together, right?”

Prince Long San suddenly stopped talking. Nezha looked at the other party for a long time and asked curiously: "What's wrong with you?"

Suddenly, Prince Long's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thighs: "Oh, why didn't you say it earlier?

I am not his opponent, you are not his opponent, but we two can definitely beat him!

That's great, I want to beat him up, I've been thinking about it for a long time.

Come on, let’s go together and knock him down.

I was begging for my father and mother and begging for mercy. I wanted him to crawl under my jeans forever."

Nezha was stunned in an instant.

Soon, he returned to normal: "Yes, let's go together, you attack his left and I attack his right."

After saying that, he was the first to kill Yang Jian. When Prince Long saw that the two of them had started fighting again, he quickly jumped ashore and continued to attack Yang Jian.

Originally, Yang Jian and Nezha could still gain some advantage when fighting alone.

But now with the addition of Prince Long San, there is danger immediately.

After all, Nezha and him are already equal. Although he has the advantage, he does not have much advantage.

Moreover, the level of Prince Long San is not enough. Although it is a little worse, the difference is limited.

However, Yang Jian refused to admit defeat. He yelled and his body's strength increased by three points in an instant.

The third eye was not half open and half closed like before, but kept emitting a burning light.

This kind of light has a huge limit on magic weapons, and Nezha's combat power has been greatly reduced in an instant.

He frowned, and was about to think of other ways, suddenly Mr. Long shouted loudly, and a night pearl appeared in his hand.

Then he slapped his palm at Ye Mingzhu, and a Fangtian painting halberd flew out of Ye Mingzhu and flew directly towards Yang Jian.
To be continued...