Chapter 79

After Wang Sheng left, Nanmen Feng suddenly thought that since it was an endless situation, there was nothing to say. Anyway, he had offended, so he just offended harder.

With a move in mind, he flashed to the God killing tower, took out a level 7 miraculous medicine and took it. The selection of the new emperor's disciples should have a few days. After recovering earlier, he was turned upside down.

Calculate the time. When it was almost dawn, the maple in the South Gate came out of the killing God tower. After hearing the sound of King Sheng's departure, he flashed in again.

Two days later, Nanmen Maple spent half a month in the God killing tower, and his left arm recovered 70% or 80%, much slower than expected. But it doesn't matter. It won't affect him to continue fighting.

This morning, Nanmen Feng left the door early, and his left arm was still wrapped tightly. When King Sheng saw the maple at the South Gate in the courtyard, he was surprised and said, "why did you come out?"

Nanmen Feng said with a smile, "I've been bored these two days. I want to go out and have a look."

Wang Sheng nodded and said, "well, today is the last day. After the selection is over, the new emperor will talk about martial arts. Listen to it."

As soon as Aoshan's voice fell, a warrior on the first floor of the real world came to Fei. The South Gate maple on the stand was suddenly happy and whispered, "Sheng Wang, are they still playing this trick?"

Wang Sheng said faintly, "the rules have been changed. After coming on stage, you must challenge continuously and don't rest. Some people in juejian valley have come out to block these days. Baiyue Zong changed the rules when he saw it."

"Now Lan'er has won nine games and can't be on the stage again. The same is true of the people in juejian valley over there, so they are so unscrupulous."

i see! It seems that baiyuezong is not stupid. In this way, even if someone goes on stage to make trouble, he can't go down after going up. Unless he has absolute strength, baiyuezong can attack repeatedly with wheel fights.

Not everyone has the strength of rain binglan. If you want to take the stage to block the act of baiyuezong, you must first weigh your weight.

Without three moves, the person who took the stage to challenge exaggerated gave a scream, and then jumped off the platform. Without intermission, another person flew to the stage and launched a challenge. The result was even more exaggerated, and one move was blasted down.

In the blink of an eye, seven people were driven down. Nanmen Feng couldn't sit still. Baiyuezong didn't pay attention to everyone.

Nanmen Feng leaned forward and whispered, "King Sheng, I'll walk on the stage."

"You?"

Nanmen Feng said faintly, "don't worry. If I can't beat, I'll admit defeat. They can't keep me."

Wang Sheng thought a little and said in a deep voice, "well, don't force."

While talking, the man won another game. Nanmen Feng walked under the platform and waited for the tenth game to surprise him.

Feng Wuji was very proud of winning eight games in a row. Originally, the Martial Emperor's disciple couldn't turn to him. It was his cousin Feng Wushang. It's only because Feng Wudang was unlucky and was killed by Leng qianao's sword. Therefore, the opportunity of Wu Huang's disciple fell on him. Happiness came so suddenly that Feng Wuji felt like a dream until now.

The final selection is just a play, only the last two. At that time, he will be the disciple of the Emperor Wu.

Looking at the people who took the challenge on the stage, it was another layer of the real world. After a slap down, they had won nine games. He will become a disciple of the Emperor Wu before the last game.

"It's you!" Ao Shan drank coldly and woke Feng Wuji. He saw that the head on the stage was wearing a hat and his left arm was tightly wrapped, as if he had been seriously injured.

Cultivation, cultivation is actually the third floor of the real world! Feng Wuji looked shocked and suddenly remembered that the person was "ye Liangchen" who had fought with Shi Yu three days ago.

"How could it be him?" he was so badly hurt three days ago that everyone witnessed it with their own eyes. Just in the past three days, has he recovered from his injury?

No, his strength can fight with Shi Yu on the fourth floor of the real world. I am by no means an opponent. Feng Wuji faintly played a retreat drum in his heart.

Nanmen Feng said faintly, "ye heard that today is the last day of selection. He doesn't want to miss the opportunity to become a disciple of the emperor of Wu, so he came to fight with injuries. I hope this friend will show mercy."

"Yes!" Feng Wuji suddenly realized that he was hurt. It seems that his left arm still can't move. What are the third floor of the real world afraid of him?

Besides, it's already my last battle. If I win, I'll be the disciple of Emperor Wu. How can I escape.

Aoshan said coldly, "you have lost that day and are not qualified to continue to challenge." although Nanmen Feng is injured, Aoshan is still not optimistic about Feng Wuji's strength. If Feng's family dies again, Baiyue Zong is not worried, but he can't get over his face.

Nanmen Feng said, "master Ao joked. It was obvious to everyone who was present in the first world war that day. I didn't dare to win, but I didn't admit defeat. If someone didn't make trouble on the stage, the outcome would be known."

"How about this? Elder Ao can ask him to continue on the stage and let's divide the victory and defeat again."

"You?" Ao Shan was furious. He didn't say that Shi Yu was still lying in bed. Even if his injury recovered, he didn't dare to let him take risks on the stage. Now Shi Yu is the brother-in-law of new emperor Ao Han. In case of an accident, he can't afford it.

Nanmen Feng said loudly, "could it be that senior Ao wants to shut me out? Then why do you have to hold such a trial and directly appoint a candidate by senior Ao?"

At this time, Feng Wuji opened his mouth and said, "you are hurt. I disdained to fight you, lest others say that Feng Wuji is invincible."

"But now that you've come up, I'm afraid you won't be willing to let you go on like this. I'll try my best to fight with you."

Aoshan glanced coldly at Feng Wuji and scolded "fool". Since he wanted to die, Aoshan simply ignored it and coldly retreated to a corner of the platform.

Nanmen Feng said, "thank you for your success."

Feng Wuji said proudly, "come on, I won't hurt you." Feng Wuji didn't know that it was this word that saved his life.

War!

Xuanyuan's sword moved, splashed the wind and cut out quickly. Feng Wuji met it with the same sword and did not give way.

Nanmen Feng said in secret, "this is bullying. If you hurt me, then you will be done." Zhenyuan suddenly retreated. The speed was half a minute slow. The two swords intersected. Nanmen Feng snorted and stepped back two steps.

"His injury is not good as expected." seeing that he forced ye Liangchen back, Feng Wuji was in great spirits. He waved his long sword with a gorgeous light and quickly chopped at the maple in the south gate.

Nanmen Feng knew from the bottom of his heart that at this time, 70% of his strength was enough to resist the three-tier martial artists in the real world. He performed the whole set. Xuanyuan sword was cut out again, using only 60% of his strength.

Boom!

The body of Nanmen Maple retreated again, and Feng Wuji was in great power. The sword cut down with the trend, which didn't give Nanmen Maple a chance to breathe.

For a moment, Feng Wuji was pressed step by step on the stage. Seeing the moves, Nanmen Feng was almost forced to step down several times and avoided it with the help of his body method.

"If you don't admit defeat again, I'll fight hard." after a long war, Feng Wuji began to be a little worried, "ye Liangchen" clearly looked like he was about to lose support, but he could always avoid it at the critical time.

Nanmen Feng couldn't help but feel funny. He just did this to give people an illusion that they were not healed, so baiyuezong would keep sending people up.

Originally intended to kill Feng Wuji on the spot, because of his sentence "I won't hurt your life", nanmenfeng suddenly changed his mind and decided to let him live.

"Fight!" Nanmen Feng shouted, "I must become a disciple of the Emperor Wu."

"Get down here." Feng Wuji shook his long sword, suddenly rolled up a flame, roared, and the super South Gate Maple rushed, and there was a crackling sound in the air.

"Fight with you!"

Xuanyuan's sword moved and the eight changes of the wind spread out. Nanmen Feng's body flashed to Feng Wuji's left side and kicked him hard at his waist.

He noticed that the wind was blowing on his side and Feng Wuji screamed bad. How could his body method suddenly become so fast? As soon as his body moved, Nanmen Maple's foot had fallen on Feng Wuji's waist.

With a dull hum, he flew out of the platform and fell.

"What?" Nanmen Feng shouted in an exaggerated voice: "there will be such a thing. How can I not know."

Ao Shan said, "everyone here can testify. Can I deceive you? I'll give you three breath. If you don't fight, you'll admit defeat!"

"You're so cruel!" Nanmen Feng exclaimed. His body shook. He slowly stood up and said loudly, "I won't admit defeat even if I die. Come on!"

The young man in the blue robe said with a grimace, "let you be the one who understands the ghost and kills you. Hook and find." as soon as the voice fell, the long sword rolled up a wave of real yuan in his hand, whistling through the air, and the dark blue air burst into a terrible momentum.

Nanmen Feng's eyes were frozen. It was a pity that he was about to break through the fourth floor of the real world. The eight changes of Yufeng unfolded. The green shadow rotated rapidly on the platform, and the Xuanyuan sword in his hand tossed up and down, looking for each other's flaws.

As soon as he chased, the maple in the South Gate sometimes had a meal on the soles of his feet. Just as the long sword was about to be cut off, he used his strange body method to escape. When the crowd saw it, they exclaimed, and secretly squeezed a cold sweat for "ye Liangchen".

Nanmen Maple kept avoiding the war, and Gou Xun believed that he was really not strong enough to fight against himself. He danced faster with a long sword in his hand, and one sword was faster than another. He forced Nanmen maple to flee on the platform.

"Fearless rats, if you don't dare to fight, roll down and know what ability it is to escape?" Gou Xun shouted and scolded, but he was not slow at all.

Nanmen Feng sneered in his heart, but shouted, "I'm hurt. I've just fought again. You have the ability to fight again when I recover."

While talking, the soles of the feet slowed down for a minute, the sword awned behind him and swept his back. The South Gate Maple screamed, the tip of the tongue bit gently, a trace of blood overflowed from the corners of the mouth, and the body accelerated again.

"I see how long you can hold on!" hook found a move and hit it. His confidence doubled, his momentum expanded and he chased faster.

Wang Sheng on the stand frowned slightly. For a moment, he didn't understand what Nanmen Feng was doing. He was very relieved of his strength and simply looked at what tricks he was playing.

As soon as he chased and fled, Nanmen Feng was very depressed at the bottom of his heart. He secretly estimated that the time was about the same. If he played too much, it was easy to reveal flaws.

Stop, turn around, yell: "don't think I'm afraid of you, fight with you!"

When the Xuanyuan sword was shocked, the sharp sword meaning suddenly dispersed. The fourth move of throwing wind and chopping came out leisurely. There was a roaring wind in the air, and only a faint shadow of the sword light could be seen.