Nangong Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, looking this person up and down.

I can't see anything peculiar, the only bright spot may be that this person's cultivation is really not good, just like him, he only has a high-level Heavenly Realm, as for his specific strength, it seems that there is a thin veil covering his whole person, and he can't see too much useful information from it at all.

Following Nangong Fan's gaze, this person's gentle eyes greeted him, and soon a hint of surprise flashed. Obviously, he and Nangong Fan had the same feelings, and for the first time, he found that he couldn't figure out a cultivator of the same level at a glance.

He smiled a little, no matter who the person in front of him was, this alone was worthy of his attention.

"Little prince, are you going to the ring?" Fu Hongzhao smiled.

This person is the youngest contemporary prince Wu Yi'an, whose mother family is from Huangzhou.

The person who has a marriage contract with Ai Yingying is obvious, the most outstanding Tianjiao of the Wu Dynasty, who is also the prince and the founder of the Victory Society. It is no wonder that Nangong Fan has lamented more than once that he has been on a thief ship.

It's just that relatively speaking, he will stand on the opposite side of Wu Sheng in the future, and now Fu Hongzhao will help him even more.

"Brother, yes. The corners of Wu Yi'an's mouth rose slightly, his hands clenched into fists, and he was actually practicing martial arts etiquette, "I don't know this brother...?"

Obviously, for Wu Yi'an, Nangong Fan's attraction is far above the great beauty Ju Jiujiu, not to mention the fat man Hong Zhao.

"In Xia Nangong Fan, I have seen the little prince. Nangong Fan hugged his fists and returned the salute.

"The position of the prince is just a false name, relatively speaking, I prefer to be a fighter who rises and falls in the martial sea. Wu Yi'an smiled, and his face was eager to try, "Brother Nangong seems to be the one who is going to the ring, why don't we have a fight first?"

Nangong Fan was slightly stunned, he never expected that this little prince would be a martial idiot, and when he saw the joy of hunting, he couldn't wait to have a try.

Seeing this scene, Wu Yi'an couldn't help but show a trace of disappointment, and spoke again and again, "This competition is not about anything else, it's just a friendly exchange, Brother Nangong doesn't have to take that bit of false name on me in his heart, no matter who he is, he can't make irresponsible remarks on this matter." ”

Nangong Fan shook his head and laughed at himself, "It's only the first time I've met Brother Wu, I didn't expect Brother Wu to be so active, and I didn't react for a while." ”

"Hahaha, it seems that Brother Nangong is not from my Wu Dynasty, otherwise he must know my style of acting. Wu Yi'an rolled up his sleeves without caring about the image, "Since that's the case, why don't you go to the ring and fight?"

Nangong Fan nodded, not only Wu Yi'an, but he also had the feeling of seeing Hunting Heart, this was the first cultivator of the same level to give him a great threat in the real world, except for the underworld creatures in the Qinglian World.

"Good, good. Wu Yi'an jumped into the ring with laughter, only his confident voice was still floating in place-

"Brother Nangong, please wait a while, and let me clear the ring first. ”

Nangong Fan's gaze shifted with Wu Yi'an's movements and landed on a nearby ring.

One of the figures sitting cross-legged slowly opened his eyes, although this person was ready to exploit the loophole of time, but there was still a little brush, maybe it was a student of the Wutian Academy. What's more, although Wu Yi'an's name is loud, many people have heard of his name to a greater or lesser extent, but there are still a few who have really seen his deity.

It's all Tianjiao, why should they make way for you? Naturally, you have to fight to know the victory or defeat.

It was a man with a slightly muscular body, standing up from the ground.

Under Nangong Fan's eyes, two figures faced each other in the ring, and suddenly the two shrank in a faint luster.

"Hey, that's the use of space. At the level of the gods, even if the habits are not very related to space, these means that seem to us to be made by God are still at our fingertips. Fu Hongzhao sighed in his mouth, and a little envy was faintly released in his pupils.

Even if his talent is not weak, even if he works hard and cultivates seriously, he may not necessarily be able to reach the realm of gods, it is no longer a realm that can be piled up with wealth alone. What's more, he can be called a model of three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, and the position of this god is more and more unattainable.

Nangong Fan nodded absentmindedly, he was already very familiar with such methods, Shang Que and Li Mobai had used similar methods to let him enter and fight with the creatures of the underworld.

At this time, his eyes were completely locked on Wu Yi'an. Since he decided to give it a try, he naturally wanted to win, and if he could observe a little more, it can be said that he had a slight upper hand before he had even fought each other.

However, Nangong Fan didn't have any embarrassing thoughts, he was engrossed, if he could find a little flaw in this, it would be a great thing to make the next battle a little easier.

Of course, according to his guess, although the previous defenders could not speculate in the ring, most of them could not force Wu Yi'an to do anything.

"Hey, they all say that the little prince is a martial idiot. I think you're not far behind, brother. Fu Hongzhao swept the ring carelessly, the battle in front of him really couldn't arouse his much interest, according to his understanding, it was mostly unilateral.

"I'm not a martial arts idiot, but I'm just a little fond of martial arts. Nangong Fan responded casually.

"A good person who loves martial arts, perhaps only a person who loves martial arts, can keep watching the scenery along the way on this road that is spacious and spacious, and narrow and narrow. Fu Hongzhao praised again and again.

"Brother Fu laughed, what is the road ahead, who can tell clearly?" Nangong Fan still looked careless.

At this time, the two people in the ring were clasping fists and saluting each other.

Even if Wu Yi'an desperately wanted to fight with Nangong Fan, he didn't lose the slightest courtesy, and his every move was like heaven.

The two introduced themselves to each other, and the sturdy man in front of them was really a person from the Wutian Academy, and he was close to the water and the building was the first to get the moon, and it was these local students who would occupy the ring as soon as possible, eager to get into the loophole.

The smarter ones didn't step into the ring directly, but looked for a few key parties in the ring, watched below, waited for ten days, when the battle for the defense was about to end, and then chose a sure person to challenge at the last moment...

Wu Yi'an moved, and Nangong Fan's pupils condensed, and the speed of this movement was faintly faster than him.

He couldn't help but secretly say in his heart, "Maybe I should work on speed too." ”

Naturally, there is also a record of the supreme light skill in the "Qinglian Sword Codex", and there is even more than one, but he has put more effort into the "Light and Shadow Step", and he has decided to go hand in hand, so he naturally does not carefully study the light skill in spiritual cultivation on weekdays.

Now it seems that there is still a need to dabble, which can make up for a lot of shortcomings, and it will not be just unpredictable to move between square inches as before.

Wu Yi'an suddenly turned into a golden lightning, and when he didn't move, he was like a thunderbolt.

A flash of sword light emerged.

Wu Yi'an is also a person who uses a sword!

Before Nangong Fan could continue to watch his move, he felt that his robe was gently pulled a few times. He turned his head with a puzzled face, just in time to meet the smiling husband Hongzhao.

"Is there anything wrong with my brother?" Nangong Fan asked, and continued to look at the ring with only his spare eyes.

The strong man named Liu Xing had already seen a big knife between his palms, facing the sharp sword light.

With just one blow, Liu Xing took three steps back, Wu Yi'an was unforgiving, and the sword body flashed with golden light, bringing the sharpness to the extreme.

"Bang bang bang..."

The sound of collision continued, and Liu Xing was getting closer and closer to the edge of the ring, and he could already clearly see the beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

The fat on Fu Hongzhao's body trembled slightly, "How sure is Brother Nangong in this battle?"

"No one can say 100% sure in the face of cultivators of the same level, and there are many cases of capsizing in the gutter. Nangong Fan shook his head and smiled, but the self-confident brilliance on his body did not converge at all.

Fu Hongzhao's eyes, which were already only slit, narrowed slightly, and licked his lips, "Brother Nangong, let him win this battle." ”

"The enemy of the enemy is a friend?" Nangong Fan's mouth rose slightly, and the meaning was difficult to understand.

"That's pretty much it. Fu Hongzhao didn't know why, he could slap the young guy in front of him to death with a few slaps, but at this time, he couldn't help but drip sweat under his gaze.

His gaze was as sharp as an eagle, and he felt a great deal of pressure, as if it was about to pierce his skin and see through the structure of his heart.

"You still don't understand people like us. Nangong Fan shook his head slightly.

At this time, Liu Xing did not make any effective resistance from the beginning, and was easily swept out of the ring by Wu Yi'an.

However, it was only a dog gnawing mud, and it didn't hurt anything other than some dust and sweat beads.

It can be seen from this alone that if Wu Yi'an didn't want to send him out of the ring unscathed, I am afraid that he would be able to distinguish the winner in just three or two.

The gap between the two is simply too great. Although they are all high-level Heavenly Realm Tianjiao, it is obvious that Tianjiao is also graded. Some people have a fast cultivation speed, but they don't necessarily have strong combat power... All kinds of Tianjiao make each generation of rivers and lakes extremely interesting.

Nangong Fan no longer paid attention to Fu Hongzhao, who was speechless for a while, his steps moved lightly, and he slowly walked towards the ring, with the sword in his hand, and his eyes gradually sharpened.

A sonorous and powerful voice slowly echoed outside the ring, "In this battle, I will definitely go all out, and other things, my husband and brother Hugh will mention it again." ”

"I don't understand?" Fu Hongzhao muttered to himself, he preferred to do business, and liked the shiny appearance of spirit stones and even spirit crystals gathered together like a small mountain.

......

Nangong Fan felt as if he had passed through a faint barrier. Then the world in front of me suddenly changed dramatically.

The heavens are round, and the sky is dark, and the earth is white. Fifty meters in length and width, it is a very simple martial arts platform.

"Do you need to take a break?" Nangong Fan said lightly, and his momentum slowly echoed in his body.

"It didn't take much effort, and we can still fight again. Wu Yi'an smiled and looked at Nangong Fan who was about thirty meters in front of him.

"If you want to take a break, there's nothing you can't do. Nangong Fan held his sword and pointed at it.

"No, my blood is hungry and thirsty. Wu Yi'an licked his lips and raised his long sword as well.

The two sword tips were far away from each other, and the sword intent slowly drifted between them.

Nangong Fan's eyes focused on Wu Yi'an's long sword, its grade could not be seen, but the style was the most ordinary long sword, and there was nothing peculiar.

Wu Yi'an was also observing the long sword in Nangong Fan's hand, the whole body was black, only a few cyan lines intertwined on it, and the hilt of the sword was like a dragon's head, revealing a trace of domineering.

Looking at a sword is like looking at a person.

Neither of them launched an offensive at the first time, they were both silently looking at each other, and between the agitation of their breaths, they both realized that the other party was a rare stubble of the same level in their lives.

Of course, Nangong Fan has faced top underworld creatures such as hellhounds and ghouls, and his senses are a little more obvious. Speaking of which, there is still a certain gap between the two of them. Although they are all in the high-level Heavenly Realm, it is obvious that Wu Yi'an is not much older, basically two or three times as old, and he has been immersed in this realm for a longer time, and almost half of his feet have to step into the Peak Heavenly Realm.

And Nangong Fan had just broken through, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, so that he felt a little interesting.

He could already clearly feel from his breath that it was not as capable of suppressing a generation of Tianjiao as the creatures of the underworld. Of course, it's not that his talent is not enough, his heavenly posture can definitely be regarded as the strongest in Nangong Fan's battle, but the relatively weak body of the human race has greatly suppressed its limit, and if you want to reach the extreme in a certain aspect as easily as a creature in the underworld, you must sublimate to the extreme.

However, after a long period of development, the human race has many moves, methods, and foreign objects such as spiritual weapons to increase its combat power, but it is not possible to judge the strength or weakness only by breath.

"Wu Yi'an, Huangzhou Heaven-shaking City, please advise. Wu Yi'an danced a sword flower in a dashing manner.

Nangong Fan returned the salute, "Nangong Fan of the Five Elements Prefecture, please give advice." ”

The voices were still floating between the rings, and the two disappeared in place almost simultaneously.

Charge, charge!

At this time, it can be seen that just talking about the burst speed between straight lines, Wu Yi'an is really above Nangong Fan. However, this is also due to the fact that his physical cultivation is still at the intermediate level, and he has not learned light spiritual exercises.

Before the two of them could get close, the sword intent that shot at each other was the first to pour out.

One side is gold, showing a sharp luster in the atmosphere.

One side is red, the blood red is full of murderous intent, and the offense is extremely strong, even in the face of the sharp gold, he has to tear off a piece of flesh in it.

"Crackling..."

Fierce sparks where the void sword intent collided.

The golden sword intent was slightly weakened, and the two of them were getting closer and closer.

"Martial Emperor, one slash gold!"

Wu Yi'an was surprised by the strength of Nangong Fan's sword intent, and decisively took the lead in attacking, if he waited for the sword intent to divide the victory and defeat, he was afraid that his swordsmanship would be sharply reduced by three percent, and he would naturally not do such a stupid thing.

The golden sword intent soared into brilliant fireworks, getting rid of the entangled blood-red sword intent, like fireflies flying and clinging to the long sword in Wu Yi'an's hand, and the golden luster slashed horizontally.

Nangong Fan's gaze was extremely calm, "Qinglian Kai!"

Horizontal sword parry.

With a sonorous sound, a blood lotus rose from the void and enveloped Nangong Fan in it.

Field!

The realm of swords!

Compared with the "Martial Emperor Sutra" that Wu Yi'an practiced, there is no doubt that the "Qinglian Sword Codex" has gone more far-reaching in sword cultivation.

Although this is only the prototype of the field, it is still a field.

Wu Yi'an instantly felt that his sword light had converged by half a point, and Nangong Fan, who was shrouded in blood lotus, was like a sword king, and when all the swords came to him, his power would naturally be sharply reduced.

His pupils froze, and he flicked his long sword as he tried to break away from the warband.

"Gravity!"

An earthy intent appeared in Nangong Fan's pupils, and a brown halo rippled out between his body. At the same time, the sword in front of him, as if it had been given life at this time, jumped flexibly, and drew a sharp sword ray, slashing towards the restricted Wu Yi'an.

"Well done. ”

Wu Yi'an's pupils bloomed with a bright light, and he looked extremely excited.

Saying that he is a martial idiot, it seems that there is really no big problem.

He simply threw a punch.

This punch seems to be more powerful than the previous sword.

Nangong Fan couldn't help but feel a little weird, a Tianjiao with sword intent, what he was best at was fist and foot kung fu? This made him feel a little bit of pity.

He didn't have the slightest intention of keeping his hand, even if Wu Yi'an used his flesh and blood to fight, he still slashed the sword fiercely.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, as long as Nangong Fan decides to make a move, he will not do such an insult as releasing water.

For people like them, releasing water is an insult. A dignified defeat may come more happily.

"Fist the mountains and rivers!"

Wu Yi'an's fist shimmered.

At this time, Nangong Fan knew that this little prince may have higher attainments in boxing, which can be seen from the fact that he has fists with him.

The fist strength is still being suppressed by the realm, but it does not have the obvious effect of sword intent.

Vaguely, Nangong Fan found that Wu Yi'an seemed to have become a little different, but he couldn't detect the specific difference, which was a mysterious intuition.

"Sword Qi Appears!"

The blood lotus stretched, and the wisps of fierce sword qi instantly crossed the sword like a bird, and surrounded and suppressed Wu Yi'an from all directions.

"Bang bang bang..."

Fierce collisions.

Wu Yi'an's simple sleeved robe was torn in an instant, and only a little bit fluttered in the wind. And the bare skin under it was all golden, leaving only white spots under the sword qi, and there were no too obvious scars.

Nangong Fan's pupils froze suddenly.

Is this a life-changing form? Maybe it's a kind of law.

Since this is the case, Nangong Fan is full of firepower, and the sword light on the long sword is even more intense, during which you can faintly see the flames and cold currents intertwined in it, and the Dao Wind Blade shows its edge, adding a bit of power.

At the same time, he reined in his gravity domain.

The gravitational field is not a miracle between the harvest and the release, and it can even be said that the gap is not very large. Since Wu Yi'an had adapted to such gravity so quickly, he naturally wanted to make another move.

The four laws that reach the second step are all in battle. The power is fully displayed, and it also exposes Nangong Fan's unsystematic habits, and it is completely dirt road.