Chapter 111

"Nanfeng, if you Nanwu Gang want to exist in this Xuezong, you must get the recognition of both of us, otherwise, Nanwu gang will always be the gang you think it is!"

On the challenge arena, Xu Yang and Zhao Yunfan sneer.

With this, they don't believe that the south wind will be a turtle.

"South wind, I come!" At this time, long Aotian said softly.

"Elder martial brother Aotian, there are some things that I have to do in person!" Nanfeng responds and rejects long Aotian.

For Nanfeng, he doesn't need anyone's approval, but Nanwu Gang needs it. No matter how powerful his Nanwu Gang is, there won't be many people's approval. This is not allowed by him.

Since he has decided to create the Nanwu Gang, he will let everyone recognize it, even its enemies.

All, at this moment, without any reason, he Nanfeng must stand up.

"Finally Ken came out by himself." See south wind refuse long Aotian, oneself stand out, Xu Yang and Zhao Yunfan sneer.

"You want to compete with me. It's in line with the rules, but if I remember Nanfeng correctly, the method of this competition is up to me!" Said Nanfeng.

"It's up to you. Do you think you can beat us both? It's just beyond your ability!" Xu Yang disdains to say.

"Let's see who's overstepping his capacity." The south wind said coldly.

"Xu Yang, since you are the leader of the casting tool gang, today I, Nanfeng, will defeat you on the casting tool. I want to test the casting tool with you. Whoever casts a better weapon will win!"

Hearing this, the whole square was silent. All eyes were staring. They rubbed their ears to make sure if they had heard wrong just now.

Xu Yang, the first of the inner door, is the leader of the casting gang. As early as a year ago, the casting level has reached the limit of inferior products.

Although Nanfeng practices the Scripture, how can he compare with Xu Yang if he has incomplete spiritual pulse.

"The south wind is crazy!" After the silence, it was just such a comment.

"Ha ha ha!"

Xu Yang and many other disciples of the casting and refining groups bent down and laughed.

"Younger martial sister Wuyang, I have to say that you, a disciple, really dare to do anything. Even if you want to create a gang, you have to compete with Xu Yang in casting utensils!" Chu Xuan sneers at Wu Yang.

"He'll win!" Wuyang just said so.

"Ha ha, let's wait and see!" Chu Xuan laughs.

"Nanfeng, I Xuyang don't say, your courage is really big, big let me start to admire you!" After the laughter, Xu Yang pointed to the south wind and said.

"Don't worry, I haven't finished my words yet. When I finish, you can promise not too late!" South wind cold channel.

"If you win this contest, Nanfeng will disband Nanwu gang. If I win, Xuyang will disband Zhuqi Gang!" The voice of the south wind is not high, but the words once again make the whole square quiet.

For a moment, all eyes are looking at Xu Yang, want to see whether Xu Yang dare to promise, because this condition, really too big.

Hearing the south wind, Xu Yang was laughing and gloomy again.

This condition is really too big, big he dare not make the decision, also can't make the decision.

"What? Do you dare, or do you have no confidence in yourself? " See Xu Yang silence, south wind chase tight ask a way.

Since you want to compete with him, be prepared to pay the price.

"Xu Yang, promise him! I'm Chu Xuan in charge of this. Are you a caster who is close to the middle class, afraid of a guy with incomplete spiritual pulse? " At this time, Chu Xuan preached to Xu Yang.

Seeing Chu Xuan's eyes, Xu Yang also made a decision and said directly, "Nanfeng, compare casting with me, it can only be said that it's your misfortune. Your Nanwu gang has come to the end today."

"Since you promise, let's start!"

Then, in this arena, two sets of the same casting tools were prepared.

Nanfeng and Xuyang also started the preparatory work.

What Nanfeng casts is a knife, and what Xuyang casts is a sword

"You say that the south wind really casts utensils?" Looking at the model of Nanfeng's preparation in the challenge arena, many disciples discussed the Tao again.

"Maybe it's playing the devil!"

"But judging from Nanfeng's character, he won't promise anything he's not sure about."

Soon, the sound of two thumping, is ringing in the whole square.

At first, all the disciples focused on Xu Yang's beating, because when Xu Yang beat them, they felt the artistic conception.

"This is the real caster!" Many disciples said.

And suddenly, they slowly found that the sound of Nanfeng beating also contains a kind of artistic conception, and this kind of artistic conception seems to be much more profound than Xu Yang's.

Looking at them, it's more mysterious.Especially the disciples of the casting group, because they all know a little bit about casting skills more or less.

"How is that possible? Nanfeng really knows how to cast utensils, and it seems that he is still an old hand in casting utensils! " The sound of shock was loud.

And if they knew that the south wind had not been more than 20 times since the first casting, what would they look like.

Chu Xuan, Jin Hong and that Heng Mei, their faces have been gradually gloomy.

Regardless of the others, just from this technique, the south wind will blow Xu Yang.

At this time, Xu Yang is sweating. He hears the beating of Nanfeng and looks at the beating of Nanfeng, which makes him feel great pressure.

At this moment, Xu Yang has been seriously distracted.

"Xu Yang, don't worry about him. He's just good at beating. The casting level is not as good as you!" See Xu Yang distraction, Chu Xuan to Xu Yang sound way.

Under the sound of Chu Xuan, Xu Yang gradually calmed down.

Later, Xu Yang entered the realm of casting.

Three hours later, both of them finished their casting.

A sword and a knife came out of Xu Yang's and Nanfeng's hands respectively.

"My sword, the sword of inferior level, is even closer to the sword of intermediate level!" Looking at his sword, Xu Yang said with confidence and pride.

When Xu Yang's words fell, all the disciples of the casting tool gang and the refining body Gang began to exclaim.

"It's not you who judge the good or the bad, but you need your sword and my knife to tell you!" Said Nanfeng.

"How do you want to judge?" Xu Yang said.

"It's very simple. Find two inner martial brothers with poor strength and let them meet each other with our forged weapons. The one whose weapon is broken, the one who loses, will dissolve the gang!" Said Nanfeng.

"Then try it!"

Soon, both of them found a disciple they trusted, and started the confrontation of sword and sword in the challenge arena.