Does Xiahou Wan want to force herself to take the initiative through that momentary flaw? Ning Wuqian recalled that moment a few hours ago, and suddenly had such a question in his mind.

After all, Xiahou Wan's martial realm attribute is the Feng Yuan attribute, and the Wind Soul Martial Artist is the martial cultivator who is the best at seizing opportunities among all martial artists, so it stands to reason that Xiahou Wan should not have a flaw at that moment.

Is this Xiahou Wan's ploy to get away with it, or is it really her flaw?

Undoubtedly, such doubts can only be solved through real battles.

What kind of killer feature is hidden in Xiahou Wan's hands, and what level of her martial realm strength is there? All these can only be solved through battle.

At this moment, there are still thirty minutes left until 0:00 in the morning.

Standing in an inconspicuous corner, Ning Hongyuan began to activate the Tianxuan Eye to observe the flow of true yuan in the eldest brother's body, and also to observe the flow of true yuan in Xiahou Wan's body.

He was shocked to find that the flow of true yuan in the eldest brother's body at this moment was stronger than every battle this afternoon, and even though the power of the true yuan in the eldest brother's body began to flow rapidly, it was extremely regular.

This is the sword master who will reach the standard, could it be that the eldest brother has really broken through the sword master?

Such a question, Ning Hongyuan can only leave it to time to answer at this moment.

"It seems that the eldest brother is really ready to make a real move!"

Ning Hongyuan was both expectant and depressed in his heart, after all, he had been standing here almost straight by himself for three hours, and the boredom brought by waiting also made his heart full of irritability.

Thinking of this, Ning Hongyuan suddenly smiled bitterly, and said to himself: "If the eldest brother doesn't show the strength of the earth-shattering ghost god martial arts later, I'm afraid I'll be angry as a younger brother!"

At this time, Ning Hongyuan transferred the target of Tianxuanyan from the eldest brother's body to Xiahou Wan's body, but saw that the flow speed of the True Yuan Power on Xiahou Wan's body was extremely smooth, which made him puzzled.

However, when he suddenly recalled that Xiahou Wan was a Wind Soul Martial Artist, he came to his senses in his heart, it turned out that the Wind Soul Martial Artist was due to the lack of True Yuan in his body, so it was naturally impossible for the True Yuan Flow Rate to be as strong as that of the eldest brother.

This is also due to the fact that the Wind Soul Martial Artist also has an innate advantage, which is the extreme speed of condensing the True Element, that is to say, as a Wind Soul Martial Artist, he can condense the power of the True Yuan in an instant, which is also an innate advantage of the Wind Soul Martial Artist.

It was precisely because of such an advantage that Ning Hongyuan was able to repeatedly find opportunities to make a move in desperate situations, and put the enemy to death at that moment!

Thinking of this, Ning Hongyuan came to his senses, blamed himself for being too stupid, smiled bitterly, and said in his heart: "Since she is also a wind soul martial artist, this Xiahou Wan must also have such a special ability, so the true yuan in her body can be condensed in an instant, and naturally there will be no situation like the eldest brother! And the eldest brother, as a thunder soul martial artist, must start condensing the true yuan before the battle! How can I even forget this!"

"Alas, maybe it's because I've been standing straight here for three hours! My thinking has become sluggish! My eldest brother once told me that he was very distressed that his first true element attribute was the thunder element attribute, and it was because this thunder element factor had to be condensed in advance!"

After such self-liberation, Ning Hongyuan's gaze suddenly shifted to his father, but he saw that his father's eyes were full of unprecedented confidence.

His father's confident eyes and calm look made Ning Hongyuan feel a little depressed in his heart, because he suddenly recalled that yesterday when his father was facing the provocation of the barbarian son, his father's eyes were full of worry and worry.

Comparing before and after, Ning Hongyuan was still a little unhappy in his heart.

After all, the father is an extremely prominent person, and the difference between his looks also represents his recognition of the two sons.

"It's still the eldest brother who makes my father more at ease!"

"Admit the unhappiness in your heart, Ning Hongyuan, you just aren't as powerful as the eldest brother, you see that the eldest brother has made the audience around here wait for nearly four hours, but they are still willing to wait, and Ning Hongyuan, what about you, you asked these guests to wait for ten minutes yesterday, and these guests scolded you for being a vain person, scolding you to the point of blood, and it looks good on your father's face, these people are not going to scold your father and mother, alas, why is the gap between before and after so big!"

Ning Hongyuan's gaze swept around, and what he saw was as real and touching as the self-deprecation in his heart, and the eyes of these guests were full of unprecedented anticipation, and there were almost no doubtful eyes like yesterday.

No matter who it is, it will be depressed, and Ning Hongyuan is naturally no exception, after all, he will always compete with his eldest brother in terms of martial arts strength.

As for other aspects, such as eloquence, marching and fighting, handsome and chic, etc., Ning Hongyuan naturally would not compare with his eldest brother, but in terms of martial arts strength, he would definitely not admit defeat, which was the confidence of a martial arts cultivator.

However, depressed to depressed, Ning Hongyuan then refocused his eyes on his eldest brother, looking at the heroic back of the eldest brother, he looked forward to the eldest brother being able to become famous in this battle, and even like the emperor and his father back then, he could become famous in this battle tonight.

"Yesterday, I didn't be able to fight and become famous in the Divine Sword Arena, and I had a draw with the red-faced man who pretended to be a barbarian, I hope that the eldest brother can make up for my poor performance yesterday and bring true glory to the Divine Sword Sect!"

The instantaneous change of thinking had already made Ning Hongyuan put the depression in his heart out of the clouds, and his eyes were full of unprecedented expectations at this moment.

At this time, Ning Wujian on the Divine Sword Altar had already transformed from the "Dragon Walking Sword" from the ring, and the sword light flickered in the dark night, and it was constantly glowing with seven-colored light, and his complexion changed and was extremely brilliant.

At this moment, the screams that sounded on the Divine Sword Altar were deafening,

Everyone's eyes converged on one point, Ning Wuji's fairy-like elegance and this colorful and ostentatious sword made these wealthy women who came to admire exclaim!

"It's beautiful!"

Even the eldest sister of the Xiahou family, who has always been reserved, couldn't help but praise in her heart at this moment.

"It's really good-looking! It's like coming out of a painting!"

"How about you say that our sisters will give him the nickname of the most beautiful man in the heavens!"

"This is a good idea, but if Ning Yiwu's predecessors blame it in the future, just say that it was the eldest sister who said it, what do you think!" The weird elf Xiahou Xiaomei always likes to seize the opportunity to play tricks on her eldest sister.

Sister Xiahou nodded her head fiercely and said, "You little sister, let's watch the duel carefully! Don't think about those bells and whistles anymore, don't forget that you have a mission!"

"Ah, the eldest sister is really going to give a task! You see that Ning Wujian is so handsome, I'm afraid that when they fight later, I will notice Ning Wuji's appearance in a daze, and I have already forgotten all those sword moves and martial arts powers!"

Xia Houyue was uncompromising in this regard, and seeing that this little sister wanted to be lazy again, her tone suddenly became cold, and said, "This is the task!

Xiahou's little sister was afraid of the majesty of the eldest sister, so she had to say yes.

At this moment, the screams of the girls came and went, and Ning Hongyuan could hear that this kind of pursuit and worship of idols was almost much stronger than the star-chasing girls he had met in his previous life, and it could even be said that it was a hundred times stronger.

This is not lazy to understand, after all, singers belong to singers, no matter how well they sing, it is not a kind of manhood after all, and this kind of heroic aura at the moment when the sword is drawn out of the sheath, how can it be compared with a man's singing voice? Not to mention that this martial arts world also has a cultural heritage of a hero worship complex.

The screams were wave after wave, just like the surging waves, which could not be subsided for a long time, this strong feeling of chasing stars made Ning Hongyuan feel as if he was in it, and he felt that he was about to be melted by this passionate shout.

However, the moment he saw the eldest brother conjuring up the "Dragon Walking Sword" from the ring, Ning Hongyuan was really completely stunned by the eldest brother's sudden handsomeness!