Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

The two started fighting, and they fought fiercely for several rounds, but no one gained the upper hand.

After all, of these two people, one ranks second and the other ranks third in Roland Continent.

Moreover, Luo Hao is Luo Rong's nephew. Almost all of Luo Hao's martial arts and exercises were handed down from Luo Rong.

When teaching his nephew, Luo Rong had no reservations at all and gave almost everything he knew to Luo Hao.

Of course, Luo Hao has not practiced as long as Luo Rong, so his grasp of the techniques and martial arts is naturally inferior to Luo Rong's.

But Luo Rong taught Luo Hao everything he had learned in his life, so Luo Hao also knew very clearly what Luo Rong's flaws were.

Both sides almost know each other's weaknesses, but they also know each other's moves.

"Benefactor, who do you think will win?"

Inside the Tiandao cloak, Liu Chen couldn't help but ask as he watched the two big guys PKing wildly.

"Luo Rong."

Chu Tian said calmly, his voice was very soft, but there was a trace of unquestionable majesty in his words.

"But why do I feel that Luo Hao is stronger?" Liu Chen was a little curious.

Luo Hao had long guessed that one day he might have to face his own uncle, so he had begun to practice martial arts specifically to attack Luo Rong's weaknesses a long time ago.

Although Luo Rong was stronger than Luo Hao, he also knew his opponent's moves, but he always had the idea in his heart that Luo Hao was his nephew.

It is precisely because of this that Luo Rong began to show signs of decline about ten minutes after the battle began.

"Being kind to your enemies is cruelty to yourself." Chu Tian shook his head helplessly.

Luo Rong practiced nearly two hundred years earlier than Luo Hao. Although it is difficult to kill Luo Hao, it is definitely not a problem.

Although Luo Hao has specially practiced some martial arts skills to deal with Luo Rong, when he used them, it was obvious that he had not practiced these martial arts for a long time, so he was very immature in using them.

But Luo Rong always held the thought in his heart that the person in front of him was his nephew.

With such thoughts in mind, how can one defeat the other party?

"ah!"

The sharp spear suddenly erupted and pierced Luo Rong's waist, passing between two ribs.

Then Luo Hao clenched the head of the gun and pulled it back suddenly, causing a burst of blood to spurt out.

"My benefactor, look! I just told Luo Hao to be stronger!" Liu Chen said with a happy face, as if he had won the right bet.

"Crack!"

A loud slap sounded on the back of Liu Chen's head.

"You loser, do you know which side we are on?"

Liu Chen covered the back of his fevered head and immediately closed his mouth, not daring to say another word.

But after thinking for a while, he couldn't help but turn his head and look at Chu Tian.

"But, it seems that the emperor really can't defeat him."

"Crack!"

Another loud slap hit Liu Chen on the back of the head.

"Do you really think I'm here just to watch a show?"

Liu Chen immediately understood what Chu Tian meant and nodded quickly towards Chu Tian.

"Uncle, I'm sorry, but this is the only way the Night Clan can survive."

As he spoke, he held the gun tightly, pointed the gun head at Luo Rong's head, and stabbed straight through.

"The mantra of Taoism, split!"

A voice suddenly came.

The next second, only a "bang!" was heard.

The wooden gun body suddenly broke, and the entire spear was shattered into dozens of pieces and scattered on the ground.