"Isn't that all going to work......"

Nie Feng shook his head lightly with disappointment on his face. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Boss, are you alright?"

Long Datong, who was standing in front of the crowd, caught Nie Feng's expression for the first time, although he didn't know what kind of method Nie Feng used to forcibly improve his strength in addition to the artistic conception of the wind, but the instantaneous change in the latter's face clearly told him that this method must have a price.

Nie Feng didn't shift his gaze, but just waved his hand slightly in his direction to show that it was okay, but his gaze was extremely cautious and still staring at the black-faced man a few feet away.

The black-faced man had already raised the big sword in his hand again, and it was obvious that he was going to continue fighting.

"Kid is good, I admit that I underestimated the enemy just now! But this strength alone is really not enough to make me quit. To tell you the truth, I'm determined to win this tenth place! Come on, let's fight again and see who falls first!"

The black-faced man no longer has the arrogance he had at the beginning at the moment, and there is a hint of a master's demeanor in this seat, but in the ears of everyone, it makes people understand that the seemingly thin young man in front of him already has the strength to make the other party look at each other.

However, when a small number of people began to look Nie Feng up and down, most of them showed an incredible look on their faces for a moment, and then their eyes were fiery on the long sword in Nie Feng's hand, which had gradually recovered into a pale golden color.

"I actually cut out the gaps in the thick sword, this ...... This is definitely a sword, a real sword!"

"I didn't expect this kid to have a lot of money, and he even has this kind of treasure!"

"Hehe, it's not a good sign to show your treasure in front of people! This boy will be in trouble in the future!"

The crowd watching the battle, although they were all considered the "elite" members of the newly selected disciples of Qingshan Sect this year, but not everyone was from a big family, and even more than half of them did not belong to that level, facing the treasure-level long sword in Nie Feng's hand, they were naturally envious, and some of them even showed a trace of greed.

However, these situations, Nie Feng, who was in the focus of everyone's attention, was not aware at all, because at this moment he had decided to fight again, he believed that as long as he sent out the strongest attack, the black-faced man in front of him would definitely suffer a dull loss, but I don't know if this dull loss is big or small, the black-faced man in front of him, he also has a feeling that he can't see through.

"Okay, since you still won't let go, then let's decide the winner with one move......!

Before he finished speaking, Nie Feng coughed, which made Long Datong on the side immediately worried, and everyone present was probably the only one who knew that his little boss's injury had not yet completely healed, and such a fight that consumed the essence was really inappropriate at this moment, but the action he originally wanted to persuade was quickly interrupted by Nie Feng shaking his hand again, and he had to stand aside anxiously.

However, the black-faced man did not have the slightest sympathy, and the heavy sword in his hand slashed twice, which was a leap, and he wanted to rush up and fight again.

At this moment, the crowd that was still buzzing and chattering suddenly became extremely subtle and audible, even the two enemies who were originally eyeing each other couldn't help but shift their eyes to the crowd, the quiet place that had just suddenly changed.

There, at this moment, there was a square-faced middle-aged man about forty years old, looking at them with a serious face, even Nie Feng, who had always claimed to be calm, had a feeling of being targeted by a tiger at this moment.

This person's strength is so strong!