Chapter 2 Listening to the Secret of the Ghost Recipe

"Good, good, good......" Xuanyuan all applauded.

Although Shanchong was not a member of the Zhongtian Empire, the people in the city couldn't help but feel calm and rejoice when they saw the defeat of the war tiger at the defeat of the tart and the defeat of the tart and the defeat of the tart and the defeat.

"Shanchong won! Shanchong won......" Nangong Xue jumped up from her seat and clapped her hands and cheered.

Ghost Fang looked at the bouncing Nangong Xue, and his heart was extremely happy.

A prince behind Emperor Luo Tian, who was about the same age as Ghost Fang, looked at Nangong Xue deeply, with a smile on his face, and couldn't help but applaud.

"I applaud when I lose, I'm really like a fool!" Nangong Xue glanced at him.

The prince was still staring at Nangong Xue intently, with a pleasant face, and he couldn't stop clapping his hands.

"It's not your own win, what are you clapping?" said Emperor Luo Tian.

Seeing that Nangong Xue was still clapping her hands vigorously, the Emperor Qingtian felt inappropriate in his heart, and hurriedly shouted: "Princess, what are you doing, what do you look like!"

"We've won!" Father, we've won!" Nangong Xue put her arms around the neck of the Emperor Qingtian and jumped up and down, overjoyed.

"There are people outside the world, there are heavens outside the sky, don't be too happy!" Emperor Qingtian pulled Nangong Xue's nose.

The Emperor Zhongtian was unwilling to fail, and sent another person to the game.

I saw that this person was like a medicine store flying dragon, skinny, but his body was extremely fast, and he was already standing on the Xuanyuan platform in an instant, with a Chong Ling sword in his hand, the blue light flashed, and the cold air was pressing.

The people in the city saw their own craftsmen coming to the stage again, and they cheered loudly: "War dragon, war dragon, swordsmanship is dominant......"

Seeing the cheers of the people, the war dragon was greatly boosted.

The blue light flashed, the war dragon stabbed out with his sword, and with the sword momentum, the war dragon did not wait for the old man, his wrist shook and the sword was oblique, and the sword blade had been slashed to the right neck of Shanchong. Shanchong hurriedly raised his sword to block the grid, with a bang, the two swords struck each other, buzzing, the sound of the earthquake was endless, the double sword sword light Huo Huo, had already dismantled three moves, and the two of them were evenly matched, regardless of victory or defeat. Seeing that he hadn't taken advantage of the slightest, the war dragon suddenly jumped and stabbed straight at Shanchong's chest in the air. Seeing the fierce strength of the war dragon's sword, Shanchong did not block it, but turned behind him, and struck on standby, using a move "Blood Dance in the Sky", stabbing the back of the war dragon when it was about to fall. The war dragon did not return to the sword to block the grid, but collapsed and fell into the void, avoiding the right side, and the sword trick in his right hand was drawn, and he stabbed the spirit sword and stabbed the right leg. Shanchong couldn't avoid it, and blood spurted out of his right leg.

When the Emperor Zhongtian saw that the war dragon had won, his face was relieved and overjoyed.

When Xuanyuan stepped down the stage, there was thunderous cheer and applause.

Nangong Xue pouted, her face was gloomy, and she still couldn't hide her innocence and cuteness.

Seeing that Nangong Xue was angry, the ghost party didn't even feel good in his heart, and he was also a little disgusted with the war dragon on Xuanyuan Terrace.

"This prince is here to learn your tricks!" A prince next to Emperor Luo Tian suddenly walked out, with vicissitudes of life on his face and extraordinary heroics.

The eyes of everyone at the scene were on this prince, some were surprised, some were surprised, some were suspicious, and more were admired.

"I have long heard that Emperor Luo Tian has a son named Nangong Wu, who is already a rookie in the heavenly world, and a hand-built spirit sword is hidden in the jade belt, which is supernatural and unpredictable. It must be this prince!" Emperor Optimus exclaimed.

Nangong Wu nodded with his hands, but there was no trace of pleasure on his face.

"Wu'er, be careful, fight for your father! Let them taste the power of my Luo Tian Empire!"

"Yes, Father!"

"Hmph, it's better to be careful, so as not to break the prince's face!" Nangong Xue glanced at Nangong Wu.

Nangong Wuli ignored it, and jumped to the Xuanyuan platform in three steps and two steps. Although Nangong Wu is the prince, there is an unwritten rule in the heavenly world, that is, 'the son of heaven is no different from the common people', so Zhan Long does not have any feeling of being constrained.

The war dragon took the first step, jumped with the sword, and made a move "flying rain", only to see the Chong Ling sword in the hands of the war dragon from one to hundred, from one hundred to thousand, Xuanyuan Tai was dark for a while, the blue light flickered, and the sword shadow in the sky stabbed to Nangong Wu like a storm, and without waiting for the sword to use the old, the war dragon suddenly used a move "Jiaolong out of the sea", stabbing from the bottom to the top. The war dragon made two moves in a row, attacking up and down, which can be described as extremely spicy. Nangong Wu froze still, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he was wandering out of the sky, just at the second when the Chong Ling Sword of the war dragon was about to arrive, Nangong Wu's Ling Sword suddenly automatically unsheathed, and made a move "Weaver Girl Scattered Flowers", a sword net appeared in front of Nangong Wu, which was impermeable and invulnerable, and the "flying rain" and "Jiaolong going to sea" of the good Chong came to naught.

Zhan Long said in his heart: "It's really incredible, I can't imagine that Nangong Wu has reached the realm of 'moving the sword with intention', and it is not easy to defeat him today!"

The war dragon refused to give up, and suddenly used a move to "spin the sky", which was a sword move to break the "Weaver Girl Scattered Flowers". As soon as this move is made, the sword moves with the person, spinning and stabbing, fast as lightning, and extremely sharp. Nangong Wu responded calmly, first made a move to "look at the flowers", skillfully avoided the attack of the war dragon, did not wait for the sword to use the old, and then made a move "Tiger Descending the Mountain", which fell from the sky and stabbed down. The war dragon was at the end of the strong crossbow, and the doppelganger was unskilled, and he was stabbed to the ground by Nangong Wu.

"Okay!" the ghost in the audience was fascinated and couldn't help but scream.

Nangong Wu was stunned by this sudden attack, turned his head and glanced down at the ghost party in the crowd, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and a trace of pleasure floated across his face.

Xuanyuan cheered when he stepped down the stage, and there were exclamations of praise for the five princes everywhere. Although Nangong Wu is the prince of the Luotian Empire, after all, he also belongs to Nangong Yiyuan, and his swordsmanship is exquisite, which can't help but be secretly impressed.

"Hahahaha! The Five Princes really live up to their reputation, how can a mere ghost-level craftsman under my command be an opponent!" Emperor Zhongtian said with a smile.

"Congratulations, congratulations! It seems that it is difficult for our country to select craftsmen who can match the five princes, the five princes are really amazing!"

"Hehehehe! The child is lucky, the two emperors have won the prize!" Emperor Luo Tian's eyebrows fluttered, and he was overjoyed.

Nangong Xue snorted coldly, and said unconvinced: "The villain has ambitions!Dad, you really grow the ambition of others, destroy your own prestige, our Qingtian Empire has more craftsmen than the five princes!"

"Good hands, then let them all come up!" Nangong Wudao.

He ...... None of them came!" Nangong Xue glanced at the craftsmen who were following behind her, expecting that none of them would be able to defeat Nangong Wu.

There was another burst of laughter in the imperial city, and people were not laughing at Nangong Xue's arrogance, but at his innocence and childishness.

Then the Zhongtian Empire and the Qingtian Empire sent several skilled craftsmen to the stage to challenge, and within a few rounds, they were all defeated by Nangong Wu's men.

Seeing that the two countries could no longer send craftsmen who could fight, and they had lost three rounds in a row, the dragon stepped forward and said loudly: "In this Tiangong Competition, the final winner is Nangong Wu. Next, the three emperors are invited to award the first-class heavenly badge to Nangong Wu. ”

In the end, Nangong Wu was awarded the first-class Tiangong level badge by the Three Kingdoms Emperor at the same time.

When Xuanyuan stepped down the stage, the crowd rolled and rejoiced.

The dragon announces the end of the Heavenly Craftsmanship.

The people of the city walked towards the outside of the imperial city with each other and discussions.

Seeing that the crowd under Xuanyuan Terrace was gradually thinning out, his father looked panicked, hurriedly measured his body, turned his back to Xuanyuan Terrace, urged the ghost Fang, and walked quickly towards Zhongtianmen.

The dragon casually glanced at the crowd in the audience, and suddenly he noticed his father walking away, and a sense of déjà vu arose, and his eyes lit up with anger. He seemed to be a little suspicious, his eyebrows were locked for a while, and he stood for a long time, refusing to leave.

The clear river calendar, the grass is green, the winding path is quiet, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright.

Wufu City and Xingluobar Village are only a few dozen miles apart, and the mountains and rivers are heavy and winding. If you are not used to it, it will be difficult to go smoothly.

"Star Luobar" is a colloquial saying in the Southern Underworld, which means "hero from afar".

After watching the Heavenly Crafts Competition, the ghost father and son left Wufu City and walked southward, in the direction of Xingluobar Village.

"Father, today's Tiangong Contest is so exciting!" said Ghost Fang excitedly.

The father let out a soft "um", his expression was in a trance, thoughtful, and he walked step by step.

"The five princes are really powerful, they have defeated so many people, and the soft sword hidden in the jade belt is like a snake, flickering left and right, up and down, it can be described as changeable, unpredictable, and ......" The ghost muttered to himself, his eyes revealing endless admiration and envy.

The father was in a hurry, not saying a word, his mouth was panting, his gray beard swaying slightly, and he looked a little uneasy.

After a while, Ghost Fang suddenly raised his eyebrows, and said curiously: "Dad, you are a famous craftsman in our village, and the people in the village respect you very much, and you must have a lot of heavenly skills, what level have you reached?"

The father was stunned for a moment, looked a little nervous, and hurriedly said, "Uh, Dad...... Dad's heavenly skills are just scratching the surface, where can I reach the level!"

"Then I heard from the village chief that your heavenly skills are very powerful, not only can you create a variety of farm tools, but also forge some exquisite sharp weapons, and he also asked me to learn from you!"

"The village chief is joking, don't you believe him!" the father paused, his face was solemn, and he continued: "Although the craftsman is respected, it is hard work after all. Dad has no choice, so he lives on this little bit of craftsmanship, which is already very hard, so don't follow Dad's old path anymore. ”

Ghost Fang pondered for a moment, and said disapprerovitically: "This is not the case with those who practice heavenly craftsmanship, many craftsmen in our village who are not as good as you have gone to the city to find a good job, and some have even become officials, only you have been staying in our village, refusing to go outside to beg for a living, so that you have fallen to such a point!"