Chapter 67

"Hide your head and show your tail?" Nanmen Maple said indifferently, "do you want to see it very much?"

"I really want to see what you are!"

Nanmen Feng walked slowly into the scene and said coldly, "if you can take my fist, let you see!"

"Take your fist?" the man laughed loudly, "it's not small. Let me see how strong half of Wang Sheng's disciples are!"

The eighth Prince Yunhua stopped in front of them and said with a bitter smile, "why bother you two? Can't you sell Yunhua a face?"

Even as the eighth prince, it is a great headache for the two in front of them. Behind them are king Sheng and Chang Qingtian, who guards Chihua city. They play an inestimable role in his struggle for the throne. He doesn't want to offend them easily.

The man sneered and said, "it's not that I don't give your highness face, but that some people talk wildly. Don't think it's great to cling to King Shang Sheng by any means. The imperial city is not a place where anyone can be wild."

Nanmen Feng disdained a smile and said, "it's not too late to take my fist!"

A figure flew out quickly and crashed straight into the stairs, followed by a crackling sound, mixed with screams.

Nanmen Feng didn't look at it and walked to Mu Pengcheng and Yuan Fei. The eight Prince Yunhua, who was stunned on one side, just reacted and winked at Shi Xinghai. The latter flashed downstairs.

"Ha ha! I knew you didn't die so easily. You really didn't disappoint me." Mu Pengcheng laughed loudly and hit Nanmen Feng on the shoulder.

Yuan Fei was so excited that he couldn't speak.

Nanmen Feng smiled and said, "you let me down. Now you still stay on the ninth floor of the spirit realm. Yuan Fei is going to catch up with you."

Mu Pengcheng's face suddenly turned red. Among the three, his cultivation was the highest. Three years later, he was far away from Nanmen Feng. Even yuan Fei was about to surpass him.

Yuan Fei was only the fourth floor of the spiritual realm, but he was the eighth floor of the spiritual realm. It was only a matter of time to surpass him with Yuan Fei's talent.

This makes Mu Pengcheng very depressed. Yuan Fei has a good talent and has a good master as a backer. Naturally, there is no need to say the speed of cultivation. But Nanmen Maple was a waste of five elements, and his cultivation also left him out of the sky.

With a sigh, I only blame my bad life for meeting some perverts.

At this time, Shi Xinghai came upstairs and gently shook his head at the eighth prince. The latter looked stiff and his face immediately became very gloomy.

He knew that Chang xiuran was not Nanmen Feng's opponent, but he didn't expect that he would be so bad. He was killed by Nanmen Feng with a punch. This result caught the eighth Prince Yunhua a little unprepared.

Chang Qingtian's son died at his banquet, which gave Yunhua a headache. Between lightning and flint, Yunhua's mind turned sharply, weighing the pros and cons.

Chang Qingtian can't offend, and Nanmen Feng can't offend either. As the master, he must explain this matter, otherwise Chang Qingtian will fall to the second prince Yunyan without hesitation, and the consequences will be disastrous for him.

Although Chang Qingtian's status in chiyun state is not high, he is one of the most trusted people of the current emperor Yunyang. Being able to garrison Chihua city shows Yunyang's trust in him.

Almost everyone looked at Yunhua to see how he handled this difficult matter. What's more, the joking eyes looked at the smiling Nanmen maple, "if you kill Chang xiuran, you will die."

"Nanmen brother." Yunhua said to Nanmen Feng awkwardly, "Chang xiuran is dead."

"What?" Nanmen Feng said in surprise, "dead? How can it be so bad!"

Chang xiuran didn't die. Nanmen Feng didn't want to kill him. That punch just wanted him to lie down for a few months. Who expected that he would die!

Mu Pengcheng and Yuan Fei look stiff. They understand that Chang xiuran's death is troublesome!

"Go, let's go back to Ziyun University." Mu Pengcheng immediately pulled up the South Gate maple and wanted to go. Yunhua on one side looked bitter. If the South Gate Maple left, even if he was a prince, he couldn't explain.

But does he have a better way? Do you want to detain Nanmen Feng? Yunwharton felt as if he had eaten a fly, but he couldn't spit it out.

"No need." Nanmen Feng said faintly, "martial arts competition is more technical. Life and death are common. Let's continue." then he turned and sat back.

Yunhua looked relieved. As long as Nanmen Feng was willing to stay and Chang's family came later, he would have a way to stay out. Although it is not a good way, it is the only way at present.

"Otherwise, I'd better arrange someone to send brother Nanmen back to the school!" although he wanted Nanmen maple to stay in his heart, Yunhua still made his due gesture.

The maple in the South Gate said faintly, "how can the eighth prince give a banquet without touching the wine?"

Yunhua smiled awkwardly and waved to Shi Xinghai, who immediately went downstairs. A moment later, a group of 12 girls in red came upstairs, each charming and beautiful.

With a white jade plate in his hand, there were good wine and delicacies on the plate, which were placed one by one on the table in front of the people, and then slowly withdrew.

Yunhua picked up the wine glass in front of him and Lang said in a loud voice, "come on, let's raise our glasses together to welcome brother Nanmen."

They angrily raised their glasses and motioned from a distance, but their eyes wandered between the stairs, as if waiting for something. A banquet became dull because of Chang xiuran's death.

Kick! Kick! Kick!

The sound of heavy footsteps sounded in the stairwell, and the visitor seemed to be forcibly suppressing the emotion in his heart. When the visitor came upstairs, the eyes of the people suddenly lit up, and all kinds of gloating eyes gathered to the South Gate maple.

The visitor was dressed in black, with broad eyebrows and big eyes, and his face was dark. He looked only twenty-three or four years old. He exuded a unique military evil spirit. His eyes swept over the people one by one and stayed on the eighth Prince Yunhua.

"Who is it?" the deep and powerful voice couldn't hide the sadness in my heart.

Yunhua got up and came to the man in black. He said in a deep voice, "brother Chang, I'm sorry. It's hard to avoid some accidents."

"Who?" the man in black ignored Yunhua and continued to ask.

Nanmen Feng got up, looked at the man in black and said faintly, "it's me!"

"Come out and die!" the man in black shouted violently, the unique evil spirit of the military suddenly dispersed, and the crowd breathed sluggishly and looked pale.

What a powerful momentum!

The maple eyes in the south gate were frozen, and the man in black was at the top of the three levels of the true realm, which was only one step away from the middle of the true realm. Nanmen Maple was not afraid and came out slowly.

"Think twice, elder brother. He is a disciple of King Sheng, Nanmen Feng." Yunhua stopped between them and said loudly.

The man in black looked heavy and said coldly, "so what? It's natural to kill for your life!"

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in everyone's ears, "if you want to start, please leave. Zuixian building can't stand the toss of you two."

The man in black was shocked. His cold eyes looked at the maple in the south gate and said coldly, "go downstairs and die!" after saying that, his body flashed out of the window and fell on the street.

"Brother Nanmen, don't be reckless. You can often repair far. You have strong strength." Yunhua hurriedly stopped in front of Nanmen Feng and said loudly.

Nanmen Feng looked at Yunhua in surprise and said faintly, "it doesn't hurt." he moved and fell lightly from the window.

The eighth Prince Yunhua sighed, "I don't know what's wrong. Do you have a better way?" stone star Haydn was silent.

Mu Pengcheng and Yuan Fei crowded among the crowd and looked at Nanmen maple, but there was nothing they could do.

"No matter who you are, you must die today!" the enchanting blood colored long knife appeared in his hand. Chang Xiuyuan's momentum suddenly changed, and the strong killing intention spread, and the nearby crowd could not help retreating a few steps.

Xuanyuan sword is summoned, and Nanmen maple is ready. This is a battle of life and death. No amount of nonsense will help.

Kill!

Chang Xiuyuan took the lead. His strong killing intention was almost as real as pressing towards the maple in the south gate. The bloody long knife in his hand made a bright red, enchanting and moving in the lights.

The sharp sword suddenly broke out. Xuanyuan sword took a piece of gold and directly met it. Chang Xiuyuan's eyes coagulated and secretly called him strange. King Sheng's disciple was really extraordinary.

The swords and knives intersected, and their bodies retreated rapidly. Chang Xiuyuan stepped on them, and their bodies rushed towards the maple in the south gate again without stopping.

Nanmen Feng's right arm holding the sword was numb, and his fighting spirit was more high in his eyes. He shouted, and Xuanyuan sword cut out again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of Zhenyuan impact on the street was heard all the time. The two played fast, and in the blink of an eye, they had fought more than ten moves. Nanmen Maple's right hand oozes faint blood from the tiger's mouth, which falls into Chang Xiuyuan's eyes, and the attack in his hand is faster.

The sword Qi is vertical and horizontal, the knife Qi is flying, and the crowd watching a dragon tiger fight is boiling with blood. Everyone didn't expect that with Chang Xiuyuan's strength, he fought with a martial artist on the second floor of the real world.

"Who is the man in Tsing Yi?" the crowd was curious.

After more than 20 moves in the blink of an eye, Nanmen maple is gradually at a disadvantage. This is not the way to go on. The maple at the South Gate moved his feet, his body suddenly accelerated, and the green shadow shuttled like a ghost under the light.

Chang Xiuyuan was worried. Unexpectedly, he hid his strength, took back his long knife and stared at the shuttling green shadow.

The eight changes of Yufeng, which are integrated into the meaning of the wind, are as fast as ghosts. Chang Xiuyuan, who was born in the military, can't compare at all. For a moment, the situation turned sharply. The maple at the South Gate waved its Xuanyuan sword and kept cutting to Chang Xiuyuan.

Swords and swords roared. Nanmen Maple seemed to have the upper hand, but he secretly complained. Zhenyuan was not as strong as the other party. The anti earthquake force of each impact made Nanmen Maple miserable.

Chang Xiuyuan has rich combat experience. He can see the plight of Nanmen Maple at a glance. He urges Zhenyuan again, and each blow is more powerful.

"Nanmen maple is going to lose!" Yunhua sighed.

Shi Xinghai whispered, "what shall we do?"

Yunhua murmured, "Nanmen Maple can't die here." Shi Xinghai looked up at the eighth prince in surprise, immediately lowered his head and dodged down the drunken fairy building.

Chang Xiuyuan noticed that the strength of Nanmen Maple was weakening, and a grim smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. "Can't you hold on at last?" the rampant bombing like Nanmen Maple seemed to be extremely brave. In fact, it consumed the most real yuan, especially when it was weak and strong.

At this time, Nanmen Maple suddenly stepped back and wanted to open the distance.

Seeing this, Chang Xiuyuan suddenly brightened his eyes and shouted, "where are you going?" he waved his long knife and cut quickly. The strong evil spirit suddenly broke out and locked all the retreats of Nanmen maple.

Shi Xinghai's footsteps in the crowd moved gently, urging Zhenyuan to be ready to take action at any time.

"Do you think you will win?" Nanmen Feng sneered, "come out!"