The Order of Purple Thorn

With the drumbeats of the Palace staff members, the Immortal's main highlight began the Immortal level competition.

"Xiao Hui, pay attention!" Cui Peng shouted to his follower Xiao Hui.

In fact, Nan Feng's ears were pricked up. He would definitely hear the host calling out his name.

"Master, don't worry. Xiao Hui will not make any mistakes." Xiao Hui bowed and said, he did not dare delay matters.

"Come! "Continue drinking. If there's a fight, you will fight." Cui Peng took out his wine again and poured a cup for Nan Feng.

Nan Feng nodded, and then made a move against Cui Peng.

The Immortal who had his eyes closed all along opened them. This time, there was someone representing the Tianxuan Realm, and he was not someone from the Tianxuan Realm, but she lived in seclusion, and he cared about the gains and losses of the Tianxuan Realm.

"Senior Brother Xuan cares about that brat's victory or defeat? That brat is as smart as a monkey, don't worry! " The Lord of Dongxuan Domain said with a smile.

The Elder Master Xuan nodded, he knew clearly about Nan Feng's ability, but at such a critical time, it was impossible for him to not care.

Many people could not understand, what was the identity of the old man from Tianxuan Realm? Could it be that her strength was shocking? Otherwise, why would Lord of Dongxuan Domain's words be so polite?

Chen Mo was also unsure. What he knew was that the last time Elder Master Xuan came, he was warmly received by the latter.

The Immortal began to fight with all their might, the main seat and all the various Immortal Capital City s in the various seats of the Great World began to seriously watch the battle, because the powerful Immortal's techniques were already useful to them, if there was anything they could learn from them, they could become stronger, and another reason was that according to the background of the person who fought, they would be able to deduce the absolute arts of the previous generation, which would allow them to understand more about fighting in the future. For example, just by looking at Wei Yijian's attack, one could guess that this was Wanjian Great World's unique skill, and it was the same with Shui Qiang.

Maybe the absolute arts that Wei Yijian and Shui Qiang carried were the skin of their ancestors or their sect, then Immortal s would see through a lot and see through some of their essence.

Nan Feng watched as the Immortal fought and fought. He pretended that he knew how to deal with them and how to make his move was the most reasonable thing to do.

After watching two rounds, the host called Nan Feng, number seven, to fight.

"Southern Gongzi, it's your turn." Xiao Hui turned around and shouted at Nan Feng. Actually, already stood up before Xiao Hui could yell.

"Husband! "Be careful." Celestial King Chang Le reminded Nan Feng.

Celestial King Zi Lin also stood up, his eyes full of worry.

"What are you all worried about? It's not like I'm a flower that grows in a greenhouse. I'm used to fighting in the wind and rain." Nan Feng walked out of the area of the Tianxuan Realm's viewing gallery and headed towards the Arena.

At this time, Nan Feng's Opponent was already standing on top of the Arena, waiting.

"You're worried? Being anxious is not a good attitude! " Nan Feng's small octagonal step was very stable, and was just a step away from not swaying at all.

"Steady, very steady! "But it's a bit hateful." Cui Peng said, he felt that Nan Feng was too infuriating, with so many people watching, why can't you quickly take two steps forward?

Nan Feng arrived in front of the Arena and cupped his fists at the City Lord Palace Elder who was in charge of managing the rules and order, "Senior has worked hard."

The City Lord Palace Elder who was guarding the Arena was originally a little dissatisfied with Nan Feng, but after seeing Nan Feng clasp his fist in greeting, he felt a little more at ease in his heart. Amongst all the Participant s, Nan Feng was the most polite.

"Can you not be faster?" The black clothed man who was waiting at the Arena looked at Nan Feng and became angry.

"Why are you in such a hurry? In Arena, you are all at the Opponent, so speak less before he comes to Arena. " The elder who looked after the Arena glared at the participating Immortal s, and one of them clasped his hands in greeting. His nostrils flared in the sky, and naturally, his attitude was different.

"You know how to work." She was Xueyu Great World's chief, Shui Lingbo, and Shui Qiang was her disciple. Nan Feng applauded Shui Qiang's victory, as she had a good impression of Nan Feng.

He did not like Nan Feng. This was because this was the Dongxuan City's Great Plaza, otherwise, he would definitely teach Nan Feng a lesson.

After Nan Feng went onto the Arena, he nodded his head towards the Opponent, but what welcomed him was a Bladestorm, and after being reprimanded by the City Lord Palace's Law Enforcing Elder, the black clothed man was very angry, he wanted to immediately chop Nan Feng off.

Nan Feng's left foot exerted force and his body flashed. He dodged the Bladestorm and then rushed forward towards the black clothed man.

Nan Feng still did not want to bring out the Weapons, so he wanted to try his hand in combat. When he was watching the Feathered Immortal fight, he saw the Zhenling Great World using the Body's tyranny to play in close combat, he also wanted to try it out. Furthermore, not revealing his trump cards was the best.

"Go to hell!" The black clothed man's Sabre turned and slashed at Nan Feng's waist.

Nan Feng's body fell to the side as he flew horizontally towards the black-clothed man. His two feet kicked towards the black-clothed man's waist alternately.

"He's a Human Race, right? Why are they fighting like the spiritualist? " Shui Lingbo looked at the scene in the Arena in shock.

"It's the Human Race." They could still determine what race Nan Feng was from.

The black clothed man atop the Arena moved to the side, after dodging Nan Feng's continuous kicks, she used both hands to wield the blade and slashed towards Nan Feng's body, he wanted to cut Nan Feng's body in half.

Seeing the Opponent brandishing the blade towards him, Nan Feng struck the ground with his left hand, borrowing the force of the impact to raise his body. With his right leg bent, he kicked towards the black-clothed man's chest with his knee.

The man retreated again, then the Sabre charged towards Nan Feng again. He never thought that Nan Feng would fight in such a way, he was not used to it.

Nan Feng tilted his body, dodging the Sabre, his left hand formed a claw as he quickly reached out, grabbing the black clothed man's blade wrist, then his right hand punched out towards the blackness man's head.

The right hand holding the blade was grabbed. Seeing that Nan Feng's fist was getting bigger, the black clothed man used his left hand to block in front of his head.

"Crack!" A crisp sound rang out as Nan Feng's fist broke the black clothed man's left forearm.

After interrupting the black clothed man's arm, Nan Feng used his left hand to swing the black clothed man over his head, throwing him onto the ground and causing the hard limestone ground to crack and look at his surroundings.

Twisting the right side of the man in black's arm, Nan Feng's knee pressed down on the man's back. "Are you convinced?"

Are you convinced …

The Hundred Worlds Congress had been carrying on for a few days already, and it had always been the strong person who had been violently massacring. The weak had voluntarily admitted defeat, and no one asked if they were convinced, but now, Nan Feng had asked.

"I refuse to accept this!" The black clothed man was rendered immobile by Nan Feng's control over his right arm as well as the pressure from the Body.

"I'll make you unconvinced, I'll make you unconvinced." Nan Feng waved his left hand and slapped towards the man's head, as if he was a cooked watermelon.