Chapter 902

"Kunlun Holy Land... Colorful butterflies... Sanqi dragon, Nuwa..."

With dim tears in his eyes, he muttered to himself as he swallowed hard with fruit stuffed in his mouth. Feel all the familiar breath, the breath, the taste of fruit, the breath of heaven and earth. Everything was once so familiar.

It hurts to know.

Looking at the two inexplicably tearful men in front of her, Pei Lengyue's grievances and depression that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time suddenly broke out, such as the flood that burst the dike turned into tears and kept rolling down.

Hot tears, I don't know who to cry for. Maybe it's because I've been fed up with people's contempt and doubt for decades, maybe it's the final awakening of fayang, maybe it's for those obsessed beings.

Maybe, for those life and death.

Who knows.

"All right! What are they crying and Howling about? Some people died, just some beautiful years gone forever!"

When Nanmen Feng was sad, he just stuffed his fruit to stop his sad tears. He didn't want to eat too much, but he was slightly drunk.

Tang Fei and Huang Xuan saw that he was too sad, held him and kept brushing his back.

Kun Bailian looked at the sad Nanmen maple and began to shed clear tears. After a while, he actually shed hot blood and tears. As soon as those tears stained the land of Kunlun Beihai, they were burning. They were shocked. As soon as they pinched their fingers, they knew the reason, and hurried to count on him to stop his sadness.

"Gu Huang, it's not the time for you to be sad. You're drunk and depressed in your heart. It's bad for cultivation. You need to vent now."

"Vent? Hahaha! Vent! They return my butterflies and my green lotus! Tell me where to vent!"

Nanmen Feng stood up, wiped his blood and tears, and staggered out.

"Somebody! Take grandpa en to the martial arts arena!"

Kun Bailian was yelled by Nanmen Feng. He was not angry, but also more respectful. He hurried to call someone and was ready to take Nanmen Feng to the martial arts arena.

Nanmen Feng didn't wait for others to follow him. He staggered and bumped away. After a while, he touched the front door of the martial arts arena.

There is a big word "Wu" on the gate, which is thousands of feet high. There is nothing in the door, but it is heard that people are shouting. It seems that they are gambling at the opening. The South Gate Maple bumped into the gate and didn't want to step in. It was like going over an alternative world. There are thousands of huge martial arts contests inside this gate. There are a sea of people in each arena, and everyone is shouting frantically.

All these sites are lined up at the foot of Nanmen maple. You can't see the head at a glance. There is a management office not far from the left of Nanmen maple. Nanmen Feng looked, rashly walked over and found a counter to sign up.

"What about people? I want to challenge!"

Nanmen Feng shouted at the counter. A smiling little sister immediately appeared and said to Nanmen Feng in gentle words.

"Distinguished guest, what is your cultivation level? What level do you want to play? We have a challenge arena with five levels: white iron, bronze, silver, gold and diamond. It's more and more difficult to go up."

"At the peak of the kingdom of God, let me make a diamond. A diamond lasts forever and goes bankrupt. Ha ha..."

Nanmen Feng became more and more drunk and began to speak incoherently.

"Diamonds? Sir, are you sure? There are monsters in the diamond field."

"Monsters? I'm specialized in fighting monsters, yeah!"

He was so drunk that he danced and twisted his waist to make faces at the counter.

"My guest, you're going to be drunk. Be careful."

The girl at the counter crackled, threw a token to nanmenfeng, and gently reminded him.

"Win or lose, receive rewards with tokens and handle membership free of charge."

Nanmen Feng grabbed the token and saw that the token said challenge arena 127. He immediately looked for challenge arena 127. As soon as Nanmen Feng came to the challenge arena, he saw an iron tower like wanqu giant waiting for him on the field. The man's cultivation was already the peak of Zhijun, just a line away from fairyland.

"Yo... Why is there a Qin man? There's no suspense about the competition!"

As soon as he saw Nanmen Feng coming out drunk and walking around, countless onlookers of wanqu giants immediately booed.

"What's the matter with Qin people? They can win! What's the matter with the lowlands? I'll go to heaven one day! I want to be an immortal! Yeah!"

Nanmenfeng listened to the noisy voices around him. He just felt that the sky was spinning and everything was very noisy.

He felt that there was no place to vent his strength and there was no place to relieve the depression in his chest. While drunk, he pouted his ass and made an enchanting posture. Looking at this interesting person, the onlookers of Qin immediately booed.

"Bet, bet, come on, let's bet our compatriots win!"

Those martial Qin people were so excited that they immediately bet on Nanmen maple to win. Occasionally, a few who had no confidence to bet on wanqu giant were also very embarrassed.

"Then we also bet on our compatriots to win!"

Those wanqu giants took advantage of the excitement and did not show weakness, and gambled one after another. Nanmenfeng stood on the challenge arena amid the noise, making faces at the man like the iron tower, which made the man feel angry and funny.

"Oh, I said, you're a little bit drunk. What do you want to do? Do you want to lie down or lie down?"

"Er..."

When the man finished, Nanmen Feng suddenly hiccupped and pointed at the man with an orchid.

"I want you to get down!"

"Hahaha... Oh... Oh! Have fun! This game is interesting!"

The stands burst into thunderous laughter and instant applause.

"Hahaha... This is the funniest joke I've ever heard tonight! Even if this night lasts for thousands of years! You want to beat me? It's a big breath. I haven't lost this position with millions of money."

The man looked at Nanmen Feng and was immediately amused by his tone.

"Really? Then I want you to never forget tonight, even if it lasts for ten thousand years!"

Nanmen Feng suddenly looked positive, forced down his drunkenness, took out the Jingyang magic gun, and raised his spirit to face the man.

"I just want to vent. I hope you don't lose too easily, or I'll fight again!"

"Hey, hey, the powerful ones are still ahead!"

Nanmen Feng saw that the other party raised his legs easily and avoided the attack. He immediately tossed up and waved his gun in the air to shoot dozens of spears. The space on the challenge arena of the martial arts field was strengthened a lot. Those spears didn't seem to cause much disturbance to the space.

Nanmen Feng's body method was excellent, his body was different from ordinary people, and his spiritual power was changed into immortal Qi. The attack speed was extremely fast. After stabbing, he immediately clubbed a gun to support the drunk body and looked at the man quietly. The man jumped back as soon as he saw the sharp shot of the gun and pulled out a slender sword to block the left and right.

Nanmen Feng looked silly again. The man up to 60 feet was light and agile, no slower than him. Didn't the giant take advantage of his body?

The fool's eye turned to the fool's eye. Nanmen Feng saw that the man took a slender sword that was very different from his figure and waved it like a woman. All his movements were like a graceful woman dancing in a provocative dance. He couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Then, Nanmen Feng couldn't laugh and was completely stupid. With the man's graceful dance, the sword grew longer and bigger, and soon it was 38 feet long. When the huge sword was waved, it immediately brought gusts of wind. His sword dancing posture gradually became charming and enchanting, but he also danced tightly.

"I'll go! It's an enchanting man!"

Nanmen Feng couldn't help admiring the giant when he looked at the sword dance. He hurriedly bullied himself and tossed up, down, left and right close to him. The magic gun in his hand kept attacking from a tricky and strange angle, which made people unable to breathe like wind and rain.

The man was not flustered. A sword danced tightly. Often the South Gate Maple just shot out, and the sword came close to him. With a wave of blow, a burst of sparks rose, which dissolved the attack of the South Gate maple. This huge sword was so closely danced by him that it looked more like an enchanting and charming dancer dancing, and the action was extremely provocative. Nanmen Feng looked at it. Although he wanted to laugh, he had to praise it.

"What a soft body!"

After a struggle, the drunkenness became stronger and stronger. For a moment, he was playful and turned to the back of the man like a prank, and a gun was stabbed at his hip. When the gun roared a little, several huge gun awns spewed out. Unexpectedly, it was powerful and hit the man's hip hard. This poke, I'm afraid, is to kill a hundred flowers, and the chrysanthemum will be disabled.

"Oh, boy, you're going to destroy my chrysanthemum!"

The man felt several unusual winds behind him and shouted quickly. His hips suddenly lifted and his feet closed together. The whole back immediately looked like a flat plate. Then his right hand waved around his head with a sword, and a sword roared past his back from left to right, just dissolving the attack of Nanmen maple. Taking advantage of this opportunity, his right foot suddenly slid forward, and the sword tip shook and lifted. With a gorgeous turn, he immediately opened a distance of more than 30 feet from the South Gate maple, and the sword tip was just facing the South Gate maple.

"Good means!"

Nanmen Feng looked at his beautiful hand and couldn't help cheering. On the stand, those spectators had already held their breath and were all concerned about their win or lose.

"Good guy! You little thief did all his dirty tricks and nearly ruined my chrysanthemum!"

The man spat and scolded. Suddenly, he danced out a sword cover to the maple at the south gate. The man with a sword covered a radius of 70 or 80 feet, and then took the sword awn inspired. Nanmen Feng suddenly felt like falling into a sea of knife mountains and fire. He felt that there were many crises in all directions, and the great pressure almost made him unable to move.

Catch the thief and catch the king first, shoot the man and shoot the horse first. The maple in the south gate was drunk and bleary. He only saw the sword light dancing all over the sky. It was too late to resist. He had to fiercely wave his palm and shoot the man. The five mountains that split the palm immediately fell down. Only a loud bang could be heard, and the strong bang of Nanmen Maple twisted the space for a while. This reinforced and extremely stable space twisted very hard, and consumed a quarter of his immortal power at once.

Just as the twisted space was about to squeeze into the man, a pair of exquisite boots on his feet suddenly flashed and suddenly appeared on the challenge arena hundreds of feet away.

"Hmm? Twinkle? Such a powerful shoe?"

Nanmen Feng wasted so much spiritual power that he was surprised that he couldn't hit it. He was also a little worried and shouted at once.

"No matter how powerful the equipment is, get down!"

The sound seemed to hit the ground. The maple man at the south gate also showed a flash of chasing the stars and the moon, and quickly launched an attack. As he continued to practice his body deliberately, the immortal power in his body gradually matched with the flesh more and more perfectly, and the advantage of speed was immediately reflected. He saw that the maple in the South Gate caught up with him as soon as it floated like a burst of green smoke.