Born Almighty Warrior

Tianlandar's powerful power is condensed into a stick, which radiates the power of the sky. His spirit attaches more importance to the power of the earth, and his divine fire presents the color of the yellow earth, which is the divine fire of the earth, the divine fire of the earth born from the earth.

Therefore, his magic wand is also more emphasis on the strength of the earth, thick and broad.

Nanfeng doesn't have any fancy. It's just a punch, a punch that gathers all the power of mixing fire.

Tianlan Daer's blood is indeed stronger than Tianlan Fei's, but unfortunately, his realm of south wind is not bad at all. Tianlan Daer is too weak in the eyes of south wind.

If we say that the casting, Tianlan Daer at this time and the south wind can compete, but if we say that the strength, although it is the same territory, but it can not be compared.

The shadow of the mixed fire fist skips over. All the divine water and the power of the divine earth of Tian Lan Da Er are scattered. Because his magic wand has not persisted for a long time, in his shock, disbelief and shrinking eyes, the flame fist of the south wind blows on his chest.

Poof! The blood sprayed, and the sky fell down like a shell.

For a moment, the whole purgatory room was silent. It seemed that the other warriors around didn't know what happened, and they also saw the sky collapse.

Even those Tianmen craftsmen in the deep space are not calm.

In their eyes, this battle should be a close fight!

But now

After the shock, the young elder martial brother's look was very bad. He was clear, and he vowed to appreciate tianlandar very much. However, after a moment, the south wind hit him hard in the face.

With a gloomy look, the elder martial brother remembered the south wind.

"Elder martial brother Qing, the world of the jungle really needs hegemony, but younger martial brother thinks that introverted hegemony is more perfect!" At this time, the old man appeared with a slight tone of sarcasm.

Tianmen is the justice sect, but there is no lack of internal competition.

"Hum!" The elder martial brother gave a cold hum.

"I don't know how this younger generation compares with those talents in our triple heaven?" Several other casters also praised Nanfeng's performance and said to each other.

Tianlandar, lying on the ground, is almost crazy, even mentally twisted.

At this moment, he lost his face, and he also lost the face of the Tianlan family. He wanted to fight with Nanfeng again, but he really had a little sense and held back.

Now go up, he will only be more shameful.

That day LAN hui'er looks in addition to shock, no other, also did not because of the failure of Tian LAN Dahl and performance to the south wind displeasure.

At this time, it seems that Tianlan Dahl doesn't want to ask for help from Tianlan Huier.

"Thank you for your gift. If I can cast the ware successfully, I will go to Tianlan family. Thank you, master Tianlan Dahl for your gift today!" Looking at Tian Lan Da Er, Nan Feng said with a smile that his expression was very sincere.

Poof! Hear this, the sky Lan Da Er is a mouthful of blood vomit out again, this should be pure by gas.

Other warriors are in awe of Nanfeng. They are in awe of Nanfeng's strength and even more of Nanfeng's courage.

You know, if you hit Tianlan Fei, you will hit Tianlan family in the face, and it's still in the matter of recruiting disciples.

Don't think about it, we all know how angry the top of Tianlan family will be.

Since Nanfeng belongs to Tianlan Kingdom, no matter how backstage there is, it can't be compared with Tianlan family.

"This man, I have to say, I admire his courage." Many of them also talked with each other.

"It's really admirable. I hope he can enter Tianmen successfully and be valued by the senior caster of Tianmen. Otherwise, his fate will not be described in a miserable word."

… Nanfeng took away all the casting materials of Tianlan Daer. Tianlan Daer's casting materials are no less pure than him, and can be integrated with him.

Soon, the south wind entered the hammering stage.

As Nanfeng entered the hammering stage, other warriors also entered the stage quickly.

As for tianlandar, he was taken away by the fire power of purgatory house a moment later.

Not long after, the whole purgatory room was pounding, and a variety of artistic conception came out. And in this many artistic conception can feel a unique artistic conception, let a person's mind comfortable, more like falling into a state of epiphany.

There is no doubt that it is the beating mood of the south wind.

This artistic conception once again shocked the Tianmen caster in the depth of space.

"What a perfect artistic conception. It's even more perfect than the artistic conception hammered by our top craftsmen at Tianmen at this time. This is a top craftsmen!" Said the caster with emotion.

At this moment, even elder martial brother Qing turned his eyes.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a genius in this sacred land!" Another caster said.

"There are some shadows of the hurien family in his beating method, but not all of them, and those that are not are not inferior to the hurien family's beating method!"

"Since he knew the beating method of the Helian family, he should have got the chance of the Helian family, or had been instructed by the people of the Helian family, and the other beating method, except for our Tianmen, is there no such mysterious one?""Is it difficult for him to understand it according to the beating method of the Helian family?"

… At this time, Nanfeng was completely immersed in the casting. He was highly concentrated and seriously hammered every hammer. Under each hammer, he contained his own power of anger and martial arts.

He also urges the scarce spiritual power in his body to infuse the power of the true God.

Artifact, he must cast it.

Half a year later, other warriors finished casting one after another, and they all cast their own perfect weapons. However, they were not excited because they were attracted and shocked by the artistic conception of Nanfeng for the first time.

"He's a genius. I don't know if he can make it?"

Nanfeng has entered a state of complete selflessness. At this moment, his mind can only beat and blend in.

Thump weapons, into all their understanding and understanding of the artifact, as well as their own martial arts experience.

With the continuous beating, blood cracks appear in the tiger mouth of Nanfeng's palm, and drops of blood flow into the big knife he beat. I don't know whether Nanfeng took the initiative or unconsciously.

With the integration of blood, the sword began to shine, the light of the real breath of God.

Boom! At a certain moment, with a strong hammer, this sword resonates with the flame of the south wind and the beating of the south wind.

Boom!

The repressed thunder breath is falling down, and the thunder of the sick broadsword has been robbed.

I can feel it. It's the real thunder of God.

There is no doubt that Nanfeng succeeded in casting artifact.

This dagger has no intelligence and is very rough. It can be said that it is the lowest level of artifact. But there is no doubt that it is a artifact, a real artifact. "It's really successful. It's incredible to see it with your own eyes!" Seeing this scene, those warriors were filled with emotion.