Ning Feng's eyes were slightly solemn, and he looked at the wooden sword in Mo Er's hand on the opposite side that suddenly turned into inky black, and the original vitality on the wooden sword turned into an extremely cold aura, that kind of aura Ning Feng was too familiar, it was demonic qi, very pure demonic qi.

Ning Feng had mixed feelings for a while, maybe Mo Er himself didn't know what this black demon qi represented, maybe it was just an extremely powerful force in his opinion, but for Ning Feng, who was planted with Jiazi trees in the sea of qi, this scene gave him too much information.

The most important point is that the old ghost said that the Jiazi Tree, the Tree of Life and the legendary Eternal Tree, maybe if you want to find the answer to this secret, the Demon Land is a very good place to go, Ning Feng didn't have confidence in his heart before, and even thought that it should be in an unknown place of the Human Race, but now he can almost confidently say to himself in his heart, the secret of the Jiazi Tree is probably in the Demon Land, or it is absolutely inseparable from the Demon Race.

Jiazishu is not too interested in Ning Feng, at least for the time being, it is a dispensable thing for him, but Jiazishu involves the deadwood sword in the Nine Swords of the Heavens, and the news about Ning Feng's deadwood sword is only the things recorded in the original sword record, and the place where the deadwood sword master finally fell was the Sword Tomb.

Ning Feng made up his mind in his heart, go to the Sword Tomb first, if the search is fruitless, he may have to keep his eyes on the demon land, going to the demon clan, which was also included in Ning Feng's plan, now, he has faintly had some guesses about his life experience, the demon clan is also very likely to be related to his life experience, and it is indeed necessary to take a trip.

The terrifying demonic aura wrapped the sword intent condensed around Mo Er's body and rushed towards Ning Feng, the vast and boundless aura made the academy elders who had not noticed this side from above all look at him slightly, and the old man had a very strong sense of crisis, obviously, the attack below actually threatened him, a martial emperor powerhouse, which had to make his heart tremble, and secretly said that this new student was really not simple.

On the other side, Ning Feng's expression looked extremely weird, with a contemplative look, looking a little delusional, at such a moment of crisis, he actually dared to distract him, could it be that he couldn't find death? The elder sighed in his heart and shook his head, and at the same time thought about whether it would be because this disciple felt hopeless to resist, this was a choice to give up, in that case, it would be even more pity, and it would not be strange to give up stupidly standing still, you must know that the more powerful the attack method, the longer it often takes to prepare, and the longer the time left for the opponent to react and prepare.

If Ning Feng was bent on escaping, it was not impossible for him to escape from the attack range of this terrifying sword move.

Not only was the elder puzzled, Mo Er also looked at Ning Feng in puzzlement, and secretly said that he suddenly had some epiphany at this time, it was an unavoidable opportunity, but his sword momentum had been completed, and the move had been completed by two-thirds, and it was absolutely impossible to take it back, because the duel area surrounded by this earth wall was really not wide, and when the sword momentum was formed, even if he wanted to help Ning Feng have an epiphany, he would not be able to recover the sword move.

What Mo Er and the elder didn't expect or figured out was that the powerful and terrifying sword move was just about to pierce Ning Feng's chest with the wooden sword, and Ning Feng, who had been stunned, seemed to react suddenly, raised his hand to make an understatement, and the black demonic qi on the wooden sword actually disappeared, all of which turned into the faint emerald green from before.

The sword qi around the wooden sword was also quickly swallowed by the sword intent around Ning Feng's body, but Mo Er was heavily shocked, staggered and retreated for more than ten steps in a row, and then stabilized his body, looking at Ning Feng with some shock and puzzlement, he really didn't understand how Ning Feng resolved this kind of power.

The elder on the earthen wall also looked at Ning Feng with a ghostly expression, and the attack that could threaten him was actually defused by this disciple so lightly?

"How the hell did you do it, how could it be, I didn't even see you draw your sword. ”

Mo Er asked rather puzzled, he felt his sword intent instantly disintegrate with the disappearance of the power on the wooden sword, he knew that he had lost, and he had lost very completely.

Ning Feng was silent, and he didn't know how to answer, he couldn't say that the black evil qi you used, when you met my black evil qi, it was completely insignificant, not only did it not have any aggressiveness, but it would be deterred by the black evil qi in my body, he thought about it, and could only be ambiguous.

"Mo Er, in the future, you have to use this kind of power as little as possible, his cultivation of your sword path may not be all good. ”

Mo Er looked at him puzzled, frowned, and said, "Why?"

Ning Feng thought for a while and sighed: "Because I was overly dependent on it before, and because of him, I had a demon in my heart too early, and I almost didn't carry it, you should use it as little as possible now, and when you cultivate, it's not too late to cultivate again." ”

Mo Er nodded as if he didn't understand, then beckoned to the old man on the earthen wall, and took the initiative to admit defeat and withdraw from the earthen wall.

In the first game, Ning Feng successfully won the victory, and the score was the original initial five points plus ten points for winning the game, and after adding the four points that Mo Er originally had, there were a total of nineteen points, which was not a low score.

But when he thought that he didn't have a high initial score for the guy named Jiang Wen who was not the first, he felt a little unhappy in his heart, shady, it was all shady!

Ning Feng was fine after the fight, so he looked up at the screen in the air, and then the other people who were still competing in the duel of the viewer, some were indeed crushed, and there were many people who were faster than him, and some were chess opponents, and they were stalemate for a long time, and even in the end, the two sides fought to the end of the battle to declare a draw, and the first round actually required four people.

On the VIP seat on the high platform, a group of bigwigs were also talking nonsense with their eyes open at the moment, and a powerhouse of the ancestral realm of the demon clan said to the scholar: "I have heard for a long time that the skill of the scholar Dean Qimen Dunjia is proud of the ancient and modern, and the seven killing sword formations on the Beihai Sea are famous all over the world, and they have suppressed the sea clan for thousands of years and have not dared to come out of the water, these rumors, I don't know if they are true or false?"

Hearing this, the scholar just smiled and waved his hand, and Zhi Yu said righteously at this time: "You idiot, of course this is fake, he wants to be so powerful, it is your turn to be so arrogant now, look at your stupid appearance, I get angry when I look at it, why are my hands shaking and sick? If you are sick, you will see a doctor, idiot!"

The scholars and Ye Qiubai and the other high-level officials of the Nanchuan Academy twitched the corners of their mouths when they heard this, and even the scholars followed a group of disciples to raise their glasses and drink at the same time, pretending not to hear a certain man's words.

Another old man of the Demon Clan's Ancestral Realm couldn't stand it anymore, and said in a cold voice: "Junior, let's talk to your master, where is the wheel of the Dao, you interject, I don't know what is humble, if it weren't for your Nanchuan Courtyard today, hum ......!"

Reverse Yu looked at the scholar, and saw that he didn't seem to have any objections, and secretly scolded this old boy in his heart for being really insidious, and asked me to be this bad guy, but he said disdainfully: "Which onion are you, what does it matter for me to talk to an idiot, do you mean that you are also an idiot?" But you old thing is not stupid, you know that this is Nanchuan Courtyard. ”

The strong men of other forces are very happy to see the excitement, they are all silent and eating their own food, they are such strong people, let alone eating, even if they don't eat or drink for decades, they won't have anything, and their bodies are still croaking.

However, there was a very scenical figure in the VIP banquet, a middle-aged man in a tattered black robe did not care about the feelings of others, and feasted in front of everyone with both hands, smacking his mouth while eating, and his greasy appearance was really reminiscent of the word beauty.

The old man of the Ancestral Realm, who had not spoken all this time, saw this scene in his eyes, shook his head, and then pointed to the black-robed middle-aged man and said to Zhi Yu: "Sure enough, things gather people in groups, it seems that there are not a few people in your Nanchuan Courtyard who don't know the rules like you, pitiful, really pitiful, sad, really sad!"

Reverse Yu suddenly showed a smile that had succeeded in his treacherous scheme, while Ye Qiubai and the others on the side had expressions of wanting to speak and stopping, but the middle-aged man who was named and criticized ignored it, and grabbed his hair with his greasy right hand, and then picked up a pig's head and continued to bite it, which looked no different from a starving ghost.

Many strong people shook their heads at this scene, but many delicate people looked at this middle-aged man with interest, and in the end, they all had no choice but to give up, this man is really incomprehensible.

Could it be that it was really just that Nanchuan Yuan deliberately found a beggar in front of them in order to humiliate them?

"Brother Long, someone scolds you!" Reverse Yu whispered close to Long Aotian's ear, the latter pushed Reverse Yu away in disgust, and said unhappily: "Little cub, I warn you, don't hit any bad intentions today, otherwise I will kill you! What about the scholar, call him over, rub my shoulders, what about the little doll of Ye, also call me to pour me a glass of wine, otherwise Lao Tzu will quit and won't go back, hehe, you can't do anything about me anyway!"

A group of strong people were amused by his words, this guy not only seems to behave strangely, but even his brain is not normal, dare to let the scholar rub his shoulders, is there really anything in this world?

The scholar and Ye Qiubai both cried and laughed in their hearts, it is easy to ask the gods to send the gods, this dragon is proud of the sky, he has lived for tens of thousands of years, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the eighth generation of their ancestors to say that they have done a lot of things for Nanchuan Academy over the years, in previous years, they would have put chains on this master when they let him out for a walk, this year I feel it, in front of so many forces, it seems a bit impolite to do this, plus they know it.

Long Aotian actually regarded Nanchuan Courtyard as his home for a long time, and lived for tens of thousands of years, even if it was a dragon, I'm afraid he couldn't find the dragon of the same generation, and he was an outlier who was rejected by the dragon clan, and it was even more painful to find it if he couldn't go back, and it was estimated that in this life, he would be confessed to Nanchuan Courtyard.