The sudden change in gravity made Wu Yi'an, who was accustomed to the previous atmosphere, relax the strength of his fist a lot.

Even if it took him less than a breath to adjust to the gravity in front of him, it was clear that he had not yet reached the point of lifting weights, and he was still deeply affected by it.

"It seems that the disciples of these big forces have extremely simple and rude ways of dealing with gravity, and their bodies can quickly adapt to various changes in gravity. ”

Nangong Fan's pupils moved slightly, and he seemed to have expected that the gravity realm where he had repeatedly performed miraculous feats in the past might lose a lot of color in the Ten Prefectures or the Main Continent.

Most of the various enemies he faced in the future had a good cultivation environment, and behind them were either gods or gods. With this background, wouldn't it be easy to build a gravity environment to cultivate?

Moderate gravity can make the physique better and the aura more condensed, which can be described as one of the best cultivation environments. Even if you are born in an ordinary place, you can easily experience a similar environment in the prefecture-level and heaven-level cities, and there are caves for rent.

Although Wu Yi'an is only one of the princes of this generation, his father and emperor are not necessarily Emperor Wu, but only in terms of life experience, there are few people in the entire ten states who can match. Its target is not the Holy Son and Holy Daughter of each generation of the Five Elements Sect, but the personal inheritance of the main and deputy sect masters. It just so happens to be a martial idiot, with the background of the Wu Dynasty, what haven't you experienced?

That's why he adapts to the gravity around him so quickly every time.

However, after all, he is still young, maybe he has only begun to set foot in the rivers and lakes in recent years, and this gravity is constantly changing, even if he can adapt quickly, he can't completely ignore it.

Fist movement, faintly there is a mountain and river map looming behind it.

Nangong Fan just glanced at it, and he had a feeling that he was exploring the map, although it was very vague, and most of the area was shrouded in a dark chaos, but it already had a bit of charm.

If the Martial Emperor personally threw this punch, what kind of charm would it have? I'm afraid that the outlines of the two large states are extremely clear, right?

Under the gravitational waves, under Wu Yi'an's discomfort, the mountains and rivers set off some ripples, and everything seemed hazy.

The power is still there, but the aura has been reduced by eighty percent out of thin air.

There was a blood-red crescent moon in Wu Yi'an's pupils that was rapidly approaching, and soon the entire line of sight was full of this blood-colored light.

He was not the least afraid, but became more and more excited. The strong wind blew on him, rolling up his torn robes.

"The mountains and rivers are all in my hands!"

The fist opened abruptly, and the little light and shadow that permeated the body converged on the palm of the hand.

Mountains and rivers in hand, I have the world!

Wu Yi'an seemed to really hold up a small piece of land, using it as a source to resist the details of the sword.

"Boom!"

The Black Dragon Sword bounced up, and it didn't have the upper hand at all when facing Wu Yi'an's palm. Both stepped back at the same time. The violent wind blew and crackled, stirring into a ball.

This didn't look like two high-level Heavenly Realms were fighting each other at all, even if the two Great Perfections were fighting, it wouldn't be enough.

The two of them each stepped back three meters before they stabilized their pace, and at this time, all kinds of energy were intertwined, and the two of them could not even see each other's faces clearly.

Nangong Fan licked the corners of his mouth, looked down at his slightly trembling hands, and almost couldn't catch the Black Dragon Sword.

I have to say that even if Wu Yi'an is just a pure spiritual cultivator, the strength he shows at this time is not weak at all.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining an extremely cruel arc.

"Boom!"

The voice is ethereal, and the words are followed.

"Boom!"

In the middle of the intertwined energy, a brilliant golden flame suddenly appeared, and there was a faint blue light.

Between the ice and the fire, the energy that poured indiscriminately rolled in the direction of Wu Yi'an with the traction.

Wu Yi'an's pupils froze suddenly, and in the moment before the bombardment, he changed his moves in a hurry, and he already suffered a dark loss, and before he could take a breath, he didn't expect that the chaotic energy in front of him seemed to become a whole, impacting towards him.

He clenched his palm, which had drawn a drop of blood, into a fist. The ring was so big, and the surging energy was too fast, and almost as soon as the roar exploded, there were sparks dotted on him, and he had no other way than to resist hard at this time.

Fortunately, this energy almost gathered all the strength between the two of them, and it was an indiscriminate attack on both of them, but under the traction of Nangong Fan, he was rushing towards Wu Yi'an at this time. He didn't have to worry about Nangong Fan resisting the energy to sneak attack in the middle.

At this time, Nangong Fan did not reveal the fact that he was a double cultivator, so he made a wrong judgment.

Wu Yi'an felt a slight tingling pain in his clenched fist, after all, it was a head-on hard resistance to Nangong Fan's sword, although it was protected by fist gloves, it was not directly split, but it also made it difficult for the hand bones to continue.

"Hah!"

A punch comes out.

The seemingly ordinary punch, there was a faint royal aura raging all around.

There was once an emperor, who only used his breath to deter demons and monsters from invading his own land, and his own palace was even more inviolable.

Although the Wu Dynasty could not reach that height, it unified the two states in the first 200 million years, making them safe and stable, and it can be regarded as sheltering one side and benefiting the other. Emperor Wu naturally got the most benefits, and it is said that the other two gods did not dare to be the edge of their land, and they really deserved the highest level of the realm - one realm, I am the king. If the tiger is here, it has to lie down, and if the dragon is here, it has to be coiled.

The second is that those who sat on the throne at the beginning received the most benefits, and these benefits are not only realized in the present, but also can benefit future generations.

Therefore, even if Wu Yi'an likes kendo and likes rivers and lakes, he resolutely embarked on the road of the imperial road, which is the most suitable path for royal disciples.

Wu Yi'an's punch came from the Wuhuang Sutra and from the fertile soil of these two large states.

The royal coercion, no matter what it is, must be retreated.

The energy seemed to have converged a lot at once, but the golden sparks were still so brilliant, and it seemed to be a little more intense.

The Yan of Dawn represents the Nangong family in the middle of the main continent, whose ancestors accompanied the emperor to fight the world, so that the human race has the fertile soil now, how can he care about a little king who only has the territory of three or two states?

The imperial aura it exuded, not only did not suppress the dawn of the sun, but aroused the arrogance in its bones.

Once in the company of the dragon, how could he care about the carp that was still waiting for the dragon gate to appear in the mud pit?

"Interesting. ”

Wu Yi'an's seemingly ordinary punch slammed into the surging energy group in front of him.

With one punch, the spark gradually extinguished, and even the hidden cold snap in it disappeared.

He was unforgiving, and wanted to use this to directly rush out of the energy package and hit Nangong Fan by surprise.

The sparks were still flickering, and a loud voice suddenly sounded in his ears—

"A sword in the sky!"

This is exactly the stunt that Nangong Fan specializes in in the illusion.

To say that Nangong Fan's ascension in the way of the sword is not a few comprehension of the sword tablet, those are all high-level buildings, in addition to enhancing the sword intent, it is impossible to turn those sword marks into reality in a short period of time, but just planted seeds in the fertile soil and waited for the day when they took root and sprouted. On the contrary, it was more than a hundred years in the illusion world, which made him know more about the "Qinglian Sword Codex", after all, he felt as if he had experienced everything there, and there he did not crush the laws of the same level, so he could only be obsessed with the sword code in order to achieve the effect of fighting beyond the ranks.

This is simply to improve the comprehension of the sword.

The sky suddenly turned red.

The so-called Qingtian One Sword, Nangong Fan used it in reality, because of the fierce sword intent that transformed under high pressure, it is more appropriate to call it the Blood Sky One Sword.

The whole sky was intoxicated with deep blood, which made people feel sincerely depressed.

The sword was too tricky, too sudden. Because of the energy group, Wu Yi'an didn't even have a little defense.

He is also worthy of being called a little prince of martial arts. Although it was a little slower than half a beat, it was still the first time to react.

The fist that was about to burst out was violently retracted, and a golden cloth bag suddenly appeared in his hand.

The cloth bag rose in the wind under the energy infusion, and the suction power of the bag appeared on the sword that was slashing at the extreme speed, not only for this attack, but even a feeling of sucking the entire heaven and earth into the bag.

Nangong Fan's body that jumped up trembled slightly under the suction, his muscles bulged, and he stabilized in an instant, and at the same time, a cyan wind blade appeared under his feet.

Stepping on the wind, dancing the black sword.

The blood sky, which had been eroded by the suction, swelled again, thick as if the sky had been injured and was about to drip blood.

"Broken!"

A black snake with teeth and claws appeared on the sword, and the sword slashed straight towards the cloth bag.

"Whew..."

"Click..."

Two voices rang out almost simultaneously.

The cloth bag was in the golden light, and the spirit patterns on it were torn apart! It returned to the size of a palm at a speed visible to the naked eye, fluttering in the air with the strong wind.

The sword did not stop at all, and with the power of the great victory, the momentum was a little stronger, and under the light of the blood sky, it slashed straight down.

Wu Yi'an still wanted to make protection, but it was too late.

Blood had covered the top of his head, the wind was howling, and the corners of his forehead had seeped with blood.

The Black Dragon Sword continued to fall, and the violent killing intent overflowed, and all of Wu Yi'an's movements were deadlocked.

He knew, he lost.

The Black Dragon Sword stopped abruptly, and it stopped on the top of Wu Yi'an's head accurately, and a strand of broken black hair slowly rose, fluttering with the strong wind, and slowly fell on his shoulder.

"I won. Nangong Fan's indifferent pupils gradually warmed, and the overflowing killing intent converged.

He went all out when he made a move, and he had forgotten everything, but he didn't mean to offend the Wu Dynasty to death.

In this generation, he is destined to have a bad relationship with Wu Sheng, and if he seriously injures Wu Yi'an, no matter how generous he is, those who follow him will not give up, and they are destined to push the two to two extremes.

After all, it's just a competition, and it's just right now.

The winner was divided, and the friendship was not hurt. As for whether Wu Yi'an received this love or not, Nangong Fan didn't care very much, if he was really small-bellied and didn't want to become a son and daughter of the rivers and lakes as he did before, then he could only say that he was looking at the wrong person. Such a person should not be handed over.

Isn't it just a prince? There are too many lice and they are not afraid of biting, so what is the difference between offending one and offending two?

As long as there are certain rules, Nangong Fan doesn't believe that he doesn't have the slightest chance to survive in it.

Wu Yi'an's stiff body gradually recovered, staring at the blade that slowly moved away from his sword, and all the gloom in his heart disappeared.

No one likes to be pointed at by a sword like that.

Wu Yi'an smiled, "Brother Nangong, that's good." ”

Nangong Fan sensed a bit of sincerity, and even the feelings that bloomed in it were a little stronger than before.

At this time, Wu Yi'an could be regarded as having the intention of really befriending Nangong Fan.

This is also normal. No matter how Wu Yi'an says, he is the prince of the Wu Dynasty, his identity is noble, and he is definitely the best figure in this generation, even if he is a martial idiot, how can he be really simple in the royal family?

But Nangong Fan defeated him head-on, and his talent and strength were undoubtedly demonstrated. Wu Yi'an's mind is different again, it is difficult to have a confidant in life, and it is also difficult to get a Taoist companion who can be almost the same on the cultivation path. These are the most precious treasures of life.

In the era of the hundred sons, in addition to the heroes in the troubled times, there were also thousands of Tianjiao who grew up together, and it was extremely normal to fight and make trouble on weekdays. Tianjiao is not willing to lag behind, and a breakthrough will naturally attract others to compete.

According to the estimation of later generations, there are no bad breeds among the hundred sons, and all of them are strong enough to leave a name in history. It's just that apart from special circumstances, what force can bring together so many Tianjiao? This is destined to be a legend that cannot be replicated.

Wu Yi'an's emphasis on Nangong Fan at this time has almost reached this level. Only by being in the company of such a celestial pride can you motivate yourself to grow.

"Brother Wu is also very strong. Nangong Fan smiled slightly.

He also admired Wu Yi'an very much in his heart, and his talent did not need to be said, it was estimated that only a few people such as Emperor Qinglian, Nangong Bufan and He Xiaozhu in the ten states could stabilize their heads. There may even be a few points above the same level, but it is only the different creations and experiences of several people that a gap has gradually formed.

If He Xiaozhu had questions about his cultivation, he could basically get a personal answer from the Nine Heavens Divine Venerable. Can Wu Yi'an disturb Emperor Wu casually?

Nangong Bufan has made up for the shortcomings in the space-time divine liquid for nearly 100 million years, rising from the micro end, and has to be inherited by the sentient Dao Sect. Wu Yi'an only had the boring study of "Wuhuang Sutra".

Emperor Qinglian... Just the surname "emperor" shows everything, and he was born, as long as the bloodline is not dusty, he is destined to have a talent that few people can match. This is the bloodline of a real dragon, and it can be said to be a walking divine beast. Eating and sleeping are all cultivation, and if you add your own hard work, the position of the gods is at your fingertips. Wu Yi'an's Martial Emperor bloodline is obviously not as good as it.

However, Wu Yi'an has not yet been finalized, and most of his talents have only come out of the deep palace of the royal family, and the extent to which his talent can reach after that still needs to be laid by various experiences.

At least, today's Nangong Fan sees a trace of Wu Yi'an who can grow into a generation of suppression of Tianjiao.

Regardless of his status as a prince, even if he is just a commoner, as long as his heart is not bad enough to enter a certain realm and enter a crooked path, Nangong Fan has an interest in befriending him.

Those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, and they are in the company of Tianjiao, which has a greater promoting effect on themselves. It can be said that the major forces send their children to the school, which is also the reason, as long as they are not completely beaten in it, they can make up for themselves step by step in one of them, and surpass one peak after another.

When cultivating one, the state of mind is the most important thing.

Wu Yi'an scratched his head indifferently from his image, "Brother Nangong, no matter how I listen to you, I'm praising myself." ”

Nangong Fan smiled heartily, "Let's go down and talk first, right?"

"Good. Wu Yi'an nodded.

Both of them didn't care much about the gains and losses of this side of the ring, and if they wanted, it would be a breeze for both of them to defend the ring. There may be freaks, but there are ten rings here, is it possible that there are ten freaks?

What's more, both of them are extremely confident, even if there is a freak again, it may not be their opponent.

Under the stunned gazes of several people outside the ring, the two walked side by side and jumped out of the ring space together.

Compared with the gains and losses of others, the two seem to be very idle.

Fu Hongzhao and Ju Jiujiu took the lead in catching up, the two wanted to speak but didn't know how to say it, with constipated expressions.

Nangong Fan and Wu Yi'an looked at each other and smiled, but they didn't care much about it.

"You can be regarded as a private interview with Weifu, right?" Nangong Fan quipped.

"This is not the place to talk, let's leave first. Wu Yi'an glanced around and spoke.

Nangong Fan nodded, although Wu Yi'an is not a national idol of the Wu Dynasty, he is of a very high grade in the academy, and most of them have powerful sources of information, and there are still many people who know this little prince who has just been born not long ago.

Especially when the two fought a battle, they have been noticed by many well-intentioned people, and now there are many inquisitive eyes looking here. Obviously, these people are not sure that the person who has just lost is the little prince.

However, this is the base camp of the Victory Society, and there are also many malicious eyes.

Nangong Fan also hated these all kinds of eyes, and he immediately set his eyes on the husband and wife who were half of the hosts here.

He didn't ask for anything.

After all, according to Ai Yingying's meaning, the three of them are now hiding in the dark. She doesn't know Nangong Fan, and the husband and wife of their childhood sweethearts are just good friends, and they don't mean to get involved in the whirlpool.

For Nangong Fan, it was nothing to walk with Wu Yi'an, after all, when he revealed his identity as a disciple of the Five Elements Sect, he would naturally block a lot of eyes from the outside.

But for husband and wife, this is not a trivial problem. As a disciple of the Martial Heaven Academy, but he entertained the little prince, wouldn't that be a slap in the face of the Victory Society?

Fu Hongzhao's pupils flickered slightly, obviously thinking about this.

The atmosphere in the field instantly became a little solemn.

Nangong Fan and Wu Yi'an talked and laughed indifferently, although what they said was non-nutritious words.

Ju Jiujiu pulled his father-in-law by the hand, and his pink lips opened slightly, "Little prince, the two of us have done a little business outside the school, why don't we go to us?"