A mortal asks the heavens: I want to become an immortal

Qingfeng was pointed at with a sword, and he felt a little unhappy. After being taught by Hong Jiuzhen in the past few years, he has understood a lot of things and is no longer as stupid as a child.

He stood up and frowned, saying: "I think you look like a provocation. Didn't your master tell you to respect your opponent? You actually pointed your sword at him."m.

Qingfeng's words were quite proper, but it always felt strange when he said it. It was probably because his brain was not very smart and his voice did not have that kind of momentum.

Hearing his words, Nangong Jing did not know how to answer, but he felt that Ah Niu was very strange. How to say it, it seemed that he was not normal.

However, at this time, many disciples of Tianjian Academy also followed suit and said: "Apologize, apologize."

Nangong Jing saw the crowd's emotions surging, and for a moment he did not know what to do.

Ah Niu waved his hand and asked everyone to be quiet. He said, "Since you don't know how to respect your opponent, I won't show mercy. Just use whatever skills you have."

Hong Jiuzhen saw Qingfeng's good appearance from below, and laughed secretly. He thought that this guy was very promising.

Nangong Jing was scolded by Qingfeng, and his face turned red. Hearing him say this, he naturally wouldn't be polite. He took out his flying sword and hit him.

As soon as his flying sword came out, it split into thousands.

"Sword Control Technique" he shouted, and released countless flying swords at Qingfeng.

Qingfeng took his iron stick calmly, and made a stick flower in his hand. The iron stick flew, and countless sword shadows were knocked out.

"If that's all you can do, don't blame me for being rude." As soon as Qingfeng said this, Nangong Jing on the opposite side glared and said, "Watch this."

The flying swords suddenly merged into one, and a sword light rose up to a hundred feet high, and the infinite pressure instantly covered the entire square.

Nangong Jing said, "I, Nangong Jing, have never lost in many years. You are too arrogant. Today I will show you my Shenglong Sword Technique."

Qingfeng was not afraid when he saw this scene. The strong wind blew his clothes. He raised the big stick and suddenly a stick technique flashed in his mind.

"The sky and the earth are boundless, and the dragon is in the abyss."

He swung the iron stick and suddenly said this. Then he saw the iron stick in his hand suddenly burst into a dazzling light. He swung it up suddenly, and a stick light of a hundred feet came out of the stick.

This power was even more powerful. It was the first time that Hong Jiuzhen saw Qingfeng could actually perform a stick move. She wondered where he learned this move and why she didn't know it.

At the same time, Nangong Jing also slashed down with a sword.

With a loud bang, a huge destructive force spread out, and the entire arena could no longer withstand this pressure and shattered.

Fortunately, at this moment, the elders who were watching immediately activated their skills to protect the surroundings, so that the low-level disciples were spared from the disaster.

When the light on the spot dissipated, everyone saw that Qingfeng had flashed in front of Nangong Jing at some point. Nangong Jing was lying on his back on the ground and was being stomped down by him.

With a loud bang, Nangong Jing was stomped into the arena by him.

A huge hole suddenly appeared on the arena, which was bottomless and no one knew what happened to Nangong Jing.

Qingfeng shook his head slightly. He didn't know why he was filled with bloody energy just now. He wanted to tear that guy apart in an instant. Fortunately, he forced himself to hold back the bloodthirsty thought, so he knocked that guy off the arena.

Qingfeng frowned, thinking about what happened, why he couldn't control himself and wanted to kill just now.

He shook his head vigorously, hoping to get rid of this idea.

Just as he walked to the edge of the ring, he saw countless people under the ring shouting to him: "Be careful, be careful."

At this time, another cold and majestic voice also shouted: "Nangong Bu Ke."

Behind Qingfeng, there was a disheveled man with blood and dirt all over his face. His eyes were blood red, and he had obviously lost his mind.

A flying sword in front of him shone with a dazzling light.

He just shouted loudly: "Go to hell."

The flying sword rushed out, and people wanted to intercept it but it was too late.

Qingfeng turned around, and the sword carrying endless destructive power had already arrived in front of him.

At this moment, something unexpected happened to everyone.

He raised his hand and actually grabbed the flying sword.

Yes, a fatal blow, an extremely crazy blow, he actually grabbed it with his hand.

Then he saw him snatch the flying sword and kick Nangong Jing out with one foot. He directly hit the ring protective shield and fainted.

Everyone can see that his chest is sunken, and it is obvious that he has suffered a serious injury.

The elder of the Kamikaze Academy immediately fed him a pill.

Qingfeng looked at him with deep eyes. At this moment, no one could regard him as a fool.

Everyone was watching what he would do next.

He looked at Nangong Jing who was lying on the ground, and did not make any fierce revenge. He just stuck his sword into the ground, shook his head slightly and said softly: "Why are you doing this? It's just humiliating yourself."

At this moment, Qingfeng was like a hermit, and countless people were broken by his words at this moment.

Everyone was thinking in their hearts, is he really a fool?

At this moment, Qingfeng didn't know why, but he recalled something in his mind. It was a set of stick techniques, a stick technique with infinite power. But immediately the memory disappeared again, and he forgot how to use the stick technique again.

He tried hard to think, and suddenly had a splitting headache.

Hong Jiuzhen came over and Qingfeng fell into her arms, muttering: "It hurts, it hurts."

Hong Jiuzhen immediately pushed aside the crowd and quickly led Qingfeng away.

A competition ended imperfectly like this.

Early the next morning, Hong Jiuzhen and Qingfeng were called to Tianxuan, where there were also Taoist fire chasers from Shenfeng Academy.

What Hong Jiuzhen didn't expect was that Taoist Chaihuo would personally apologize to Qingfeng.

"My nephew, I apologize for you on behalf of Nangong Jing, and I hope you can forgive him this time. When he fully recovers, I will let him apologize to you again."

Qingfeng was a little confused for a moment, and then he reacted and said: "No, no, no, Master said he would be merciful and merciful, as long as he sincerely repented."

Tianxuan was puzzled that he had never said this before.

But Zhui Huo said with great satisfaction: "Okay, okay, you are so young and promising, and you have an open mind. Your road will definitely become broader in the future."

Qingfeng didn't know what to say, so he could only nod.

At this time, Tianxuan said again: "This time the two academies competed in martial arts. A Niu, you performed very well. For this reason, I specially rewarded you with 10,000 spirit stones and gave you the opportunity to go to the sword tomb to find a flying sword of your own." ”