Fantasy: My Brothers Are All Sons Of Fortune

Yang Xuan turned his head to Bai Wanwan, "Brother Bai Xian, do you think it's even better?"

On Bai Wanwan's cold face, with a faint smile, he said lightly: "Brother Yang, you seem very confident."

"Of course it's a comparison, it's not a comparison. Anyone who calls me will be unwilling to do so. But my fighting style may be a little different from that of Brother Shen. Brother Yang should be more careful."

Bai Wanwan walked towards the field while talking, exuding a faint confidence and calmness all over his body.

Listening to Bai Wanwan's words, not only Yang Xuan, but also Shen Fei became curious about Bai Wanwan's next fighting style.

Both of them had only seen him take out copper coins at the gate of the city and make a simple attack. They really didn't know what Bai Wanwan's other fighting methods were.

Usually everyone is practicing Closed Door Training, but Bai Wanwan has always been a fan.

"Brother Bai Xian, you are also very confident. Speaking of which, I really haven't seen Brother Bai Xian fight heartily, and I am also looking forward to your next method."

Bai Wanwan, who stepped into the arena, took out a writing brush from his hand. That's right, it was an oversized writing brush. Counting the whiskers, it was almost as long as the Dragon Pattern Spear in Yang Xuan's hand.

The whole pen is silver in color, including the hair on the tip of the pen, which is also silver, which complements his silver-white robe perfectly. There are all kinds of complicated and forbidden words engraved on the barrel of the pen.

Yang Xuan murmured in his heart, this guy's things have always been so weird, and he has never seen a conventional weapon.

"Bai brother, it really opened my eyes. What are you?"

Shen Fei next to him also looked at it with bursts of curiosity.

"So that Brother Yang will know that this is another weapon of mine, the Magic Brush, the Silver Dragon Beard."

"Okay, then let me learn from you, my brother's brilliant move." Yang Xuan also set up his position, ready to see the battle of the brush as a weapon.

Seeing the two people talking and laughing just now, they suddenly became serious.

After a breath,

Yang Xuan saw that Bai Wanwan moved at this moment, and walked towards him actively, but after each step, he had to pause for a moment before taking another step.

And every time he landed, there was an invisible halo under his feet, rippling like waves.

Just after Bai Wanwan entered the attacking range of Yang Xuan and the other two, he took the initiative to attack without the slightest hesitation. The writing brush in his hand was like a long spear, stabbing straight at Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan also paid 120,000 points of attention, especially for unknown things, he couldn't take it lightly.

Just after Bai Wanwan stabbed at him with the tip of his pen, he also shot thunderously, condensing his vitality and the dragon pattern gun, hiding his dark energy inside, raised the gun and swept across.

When two of them collide, they are obviously brushes, but they make clanking sounds like metal.

Yang Xuan vaguely heard Bai Wanwan muttering something like "Dragon Snake Spits Out Letters". Then he saw the writing brush in Bai Wanwan's hand, like a spear, piercing his abdomen at a tricky angle.

Without hesitation, Yang Xuan plunged his gun into the ground, and after dodging sideways, using the gun as a support, he rose into the air and suddenly kicked Bai Wanwan.

Bai Wanwan calmly turned his left hand into a fist, and with a whistling sound, he directly punched Yang Xuan's foot, and at the same time withdrew the brush with his right hand.

After repelling the attack kicked by Yang Xuan, the brush swept out.

Yang Xuan used Bai Wanwan's fist strength to turn sideways in the air, and his feet landed lightly and silently. Just after he landed, he saw Bai Wanwan's writing brush attack again.

The Dragon Pattern Spear struck out swiftly, and the point of the spear hit the oncoming pen holder, causing the brush to stop suddenly.

But this time, to everyone's surprise, the tip of the brush was no longer hard, but soft, and the tip of the brush formed an arc, stabbing toward Yang Xuan like inertia.

Yang Xuan saw the attacking pen tip, stepped on the ground, and retreated quickly, but something surprising happened.

The whiskers of the writing brush extended automatically, chasing Yang Xuan's figure and attacking continuously.