Chapter 17

It will be half an hour. Nanmen Feng gets up slowly. 80% of his injury has recovered, and the rest can only rest slowly. Suffering from being in public, I can't use the God killing tower, otherwise my injury will recover completely.

"Brother mu, I will bear this in mind." Nanmen Feng bowed to Mu Pengcheng.

Mu Pengcheng took the bloody gun, smiled and said, "anyway, I can't enter the spirit list. It's a little useful. But the ugly words are ahead. I'll have a reward at that time!"

"Sure." Nanmen Maple said faintly, smiling on his face.

"Let's go!" Mu Pengcheng waved his hand and went down the challenge arena.

Xu Yao, an old man in grey, snorted coldly and said slowly, "who's next?"

"I'll come." the two voices sounded at the same time, and they fell on the challenge arena one by one. When Xu Yao saw the visitor clearly, his face suddenly turned green.

"Get down!" Xu Yao angrily scolded. One of them was his new apprentice, Yuan Fei. Not to mention whether yuan Fei will fight Nanmen Feng, even if yuan Fei goes all out, he is by no means the opponent of Nanmen Feng.

Xu Yao believes that with Yuan Fei's talent, he will surpass Nanmen maple in the future, but not now.

"Master." Yuan Fei was wronged. After watching Mu Pengcheng's performance just now, he also wanted to help Nanmen Feng. Because of his guilt for Nanmen Feng, Nanmen Feng was hurt by his master.

Looking at Yuan Fei with a wronged face, Nanmen Feng smiled faintly and said, "go down." he wanted a war too much, because the other person on the stage was su Siyuan. Although Nanmen Feng is not in good condition now, he is imperative to fight this war.

"Brother Nanmen, let's meet again." Su Siyuan was smiling and elegant. If it hadn't been for the scene in the square yesterday, everyone would have been impressed by his demeanor.

Nanmen Feng said calmly, "I'm glad you can come up."

"Really?" Su Siyuan chuckled and said, "that's good. I thought brother Nanmen would be afraid?"

"Fight!" Nanmen Feng was surprised to find that he hated Su Siyuan far more than he hated him. True villains are annoying, but hypocrites are even more disgusting.

"Please!" Su Siyuan made a gesture that he thought he was natural and unrestrained. His white clothes were floating, which attracted the eyes of many women under the stage.

In terms of appearance, Su Siyuan does have a rare good skin bag. Coupled with his extraordinary bearing and deliberate behavior, he has attracted the hearts of many women. Yunyao is one of them.

Xuanyuan sword flashed a faint light, and Nanmen Feng's eyes became calm. This battle was extremely key. Su Siyuan couldn't see through his strength, and he vaguely felt that he was stronger than Fang Qing!

On one side, Su Siyuan shook the fan gently and calmly, as if he had not paid attention to the war at all. Nanmen Feng couldn't help wondering what he had to rely on?

"Brother Nanmen, do it!" Su Siyuan smiled faintly and made an invitation gesture again.

The South Gate Maple's eyes coagulated and took a step. Xuanyuan sword cut out quickly, leaving a track in the air and cutting towards Su Siyuan. Su Siyuan smiled faintly, stepped calmly, waved the folding fan in his hand, and the dark blue PI Lian swept away towards the Xuanyuan sword.

Just listen to 'Boo!' At the sound of, Nanmen Maple only felt that Xuanyuan sword fell into the mire and couldn't extricate himself. He was surprised and hurried Yuanli to pull back Xuanyuan sword.

"South Gate maple, why don't you bring out the sword meaning you understand? Don't you look down on me?" Su Siyuan said slowly, but his feet were not slow at all. As soon as he entered and retreated, he moved left and right, folded the fan in his hand and swung gently. At the same time, three blue exercises rolled towards the South Gate Maple from different directions.

A sword startles thunder!

Feeling the surging yuan force fluctuation, Nanmen Feng was secretly surprised. Su Siyuan was definitely not the eight layer peak of the spiritual realm on the surface. Did he hide his strength? Why can't you see through?

The sound of rolling thunder sounded. The sword awn contained the meaning of linglie sword. It crossed through the three blue contests and cut Su Siyuan quickly.

"It's a little interesting." Su Siyuan smiled faintly, his eyes became solemn, and his hands folded the fan and danced lightly. The blue pinlian rolling towards the South Gate Maple suddenly turned around and rolled towards the right hand holding the sword of the South Gate maple.

Mu Pengcheng looked gloomy and clenched his fists. Yuan Fei beside him stamped his feet urgently. He murmured in a low voice and didn't know what he was talking about.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise on the stage, followed by a dull hum, and the two figures immediately separated. The maple in the South Gate had long hair flying and a crack in his chest. Su Siyuan on one side was behind him with one hand and gently shook the folding fan with the other hand. He was still calm and smiling.

"Brother Nanmen, you're hurt."

Nanmen Maple said faintly, "a little injury is not worth mentioning."

"Oh?" Su Siyuan looked up at the sky. It was already sunset, and said with a smile, "it's getting late. Let's send brother Nanmen down and have a rest!"

Nanmen Feng said, "don't bother. If you win, you can rest naturally."

"I'm afraid brother Nanmen will be disappointed." Su Siyuan smiled more intensely. Suddenly, he took a step lightly, and the strong momentum on the ninth floor of the spirit realm spread and pressed over. The maple eyebrows of Nanmen wrinkled.

The ninth floor of the spiritual realm? Unexpectedly, he really hid his strength. Although it seems that he has stepped into the ninth floor of the spirit realm soon, it can give the feeling of Nanmen Maple that Su Siyuan has strong yuan force, which is absolutely no worse than the ancient sword at the peak of the spirit realm.

"It's too late to admit defeat now, so as not to accidentally hurt Nanmen brother later. It's hard to say." Su Siyuan's voice came again, which made Nanmen Feng even more disgusted.

"Fight!" Xuanyuan's sword moved, and Nanmen Maple looked more dignified than ever. Su Siyuan is willing to show his strength now, which means he must have hidden his means.

He can only vaguely guess the power of Zui xianlou. As Su Siyuan, he needs some treasures to protect himself. This will be the hardest battle of Nanmen maple.

"Be careful."

Su Siyuan folded his fan and danced lightly. A huge wave of mountains and seas swept towards Nanmen maple. The fierce wind and waves made Nanmen Maple's long hair fly and green hunting sound. It's so strong!

"Break it for me!"

Hold the Xuanyuan sword high with both hands, and the cold light falls from the sky. The sword's awn contains a suffocating sword meaning. One sword is waved down and cut into the waves.

Boom!

Xuanyuan's sword split the huge wave, and the maple in the South Gate flashed to pass through. Su Siyuan smiled coldly and closed his hands. The huge wave immediately turned around and surrounded the South Gate Maple from all directions. If it was shot, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

Seeing that the huge waves were about to close, the maple at the South Gate kicked on the soles of his feet, and his body soared up. He waved his Xuanyuan sword to tightly protect his head. His body flashed and got out of trouble.

As soon as I landed, I saw the surging waves surging again, and the maple face in the South Gate sank. This is not the way to go on. Yuan Li is not as strong as Su Siyuan, and his injury is not healed. In this way, it has become a situation of failure and no victory?