Pirate’s Infinite Wings

The two confronted each other for a long time, the thriving small universe was like a universe outside the earth, and the two small universes collided mercilessly.

Tong Hu's aura emanating from his 240-year-old small universe makes people feel depressing.

Even Fang Lang, who easily suppressed two gold saints in a row, could not completely avoid the coercion of this momentum.

Tong Hu is really a formidable opponent, but in the real battle of life and death, he can't say that he can stand deadlocked with me for so long.

"Let's stop here." Tong Hu's sonorous voice proved that his sword was not old.

But Fang Lang knew that Tong Hu still needed to guard the seal, and he couldn't destroy the seal because of the fight between the two. After all, it sealed one hundred and eight magic stars.

"Okay." Fang Lang replied bluntly. He didn't care whether Tong Hu won or not. He just wanted to give Tong Hu a blow because he was suddenly afraid that Tong Hu would not teach Xinghua.

He has to plan for her long-term future, after all, she is an important part of his decision.

If possible, he hopes that Xinghua will become the golden saint of the new generation of Libra.

"You are very powerful, young man. It is useless for you to come to me. I will not prepare holy clothes for the person you recommend." Tong Hu stroked his beard and smiled.

This old and cunning guy has already made up his mind, why don't he prepare the holy clothes?

What is the use of a saint fighter without a holy cloth?

You don't need the Bronze Cloth, but keep your Libra business!

Fang Lang would not do business at a loss. He wanted Xinghua to be his most profitable assistant.

"Young man, I believe you are also aware of what will happen in two hundred and forty-three years." Tong Hu said suddenly.

Fang Lang was taken aback? Two hundred and forty-three years?

The last jihad? What are you trying to say, Tong Hu?

 …

Greece, sanctuary, signs of the zodiac, palace of the lion.

Aiolia was meditating when suddenly he frowned.

"Fang Lang's small universe appeared in the east, did he fight someone?" Aiolia frowned slightly, Fang Lang's small universe had weakened.

"What happened?" Aiolia suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He didn't understand why Fang Lang released such a powerful small universe, and always felt that Fang Lang was facing a terrible monster.

He didn't know what was going on, and if he knew the actual situation, he would be amazed.

Fang Lang, a pervert, could compete with that old monster who had lived for more than two hundred years.

What a horrible guy.

However, Aiolia didn't know, he could only silently bless Fang Lang.

Aiolia silently faced the east, and suddenly thought of the one in China in the east, and wiped her sweat in fear.

 …

China, Five Old Peaks

Fang Lang was thinking about life with Tong Hu. They were chatting about the great wisdom in breeding and the mysteries of the world.

Fang Lang may not understand, but he relied on the magical skill of flickering to drag Tong Hu for so long.

"Fang Lang, do you know the limit of the power erupted by the small universe?" Tong Hu said suddenly, his big eyes shining with wisdom.

Fang Lang felt that Tong Hu was a wise little old man.

Well, old man.

"The limit of the small universe?" Fang Lang was attracted by this sentence, and he also wanted to know where the limit was.

In Saint Seiya Ω, Tong Hu told Xuanwu that the small universe of Saint Seiya was sublimated and finally became Omega.

Become Omega's light tooth and defeat the mid-level boss——Satan!

"The limit of the small universe, that kind of thing is actually very mysterious. After comprehending the eighth sense, it is the sublimation of the small universe." Tong Hu closed his eyes, and his whole body became mysterious as if he had comprehended an omega.

Carefully observing Tong Hu's state, Fang Lang knew that this was just his eighth sense.

The eighth sense is so mysterious, what about Omega?

Fang Lang felt that letting Xinghua come to study with Tonghu was the most correct decision in his life.

Xinghua will definitely benefit a lot, which is very helpful to himself.

Tong Hu's wisdom is like a monster. He has experienced the baptism of countless years, and he will definitely not be comparable to him.

"Master Tong Hu, can you tell me your understanding of the jihads of the past?" This is what Fang Lang wants to know the most. Tong Hu, who has experienced jihads, knows the cruelty of jihads best.

So how does Tong Hu understand jihad? It's very attractive.

Tong Hu opened his eyes and stared at Fang Lang for a while: "Fang Lang, the jihad is because the righteous party cannot suppress the evil party, and the evil party cannot eliminate justice. The mission of our saints is to protect Athena and Her justice. Jihad is neither good nor bad, we don't need to judge."

"Can't you comment?" Fang Lang was taken aback. When he watched this anime, he felt that the gods played with humans.

But Tong Hu's words are not entirely true. What he means is that jihad has its meaning, which is not what he thinks.

The world is not wrong, what is wrong is only the rules of the world.

"Fang Lang, I've been guarding here for so long, I think you know it too. But why would I rather stay here?" Tong Hu suddenly took out his fishing rod, feeling quite at ease.

"Because of Athena's secret technique?" Fang Lang asked uncertainly.

"No, because of the creatures. I won't guard here, they will come out soon." Tong Hu pointed at the waterfall with his fishing rod.

Fang Lang stared at the waterfall without saying a word, he knew that the old man had fallen into memory.

He wanted Xinghua to receive education now, and he was very afraid that the old ghost would go back on his word.

"Fang Lang, you can bring her here, and I will teach her wholeheartedly. Maybe she will inherit my mantle." Tong Hu suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled very comfortably.

"Probably, that girl should be still on the lazy bed." Fang Lang said mercilessly.

"Hahahaha, is that right? Young man." Tong Hu's good mood was not affected, and the others laughed heartily, as if he hadn't laughed in more than two hundred and forty years..