The Order of Purple Thorn

Hearing Nan Feng's words, Qing Luan was surprised, she had brought up the matter that she was most worried about.

"You're no longer a child, why are you acting so stingy?" Qing Luan glared at Nan Feng.

Nan Feng continued to refine the copper post in his hands, and his gaze landed on Qing Luan, "Perhaps I have forced others to do this in this life, but I will absolutely not force myself, and will definitely not do my own things due to some restriction. I will teach Qing Luan what I should teach him, if Master is not satisfied, then I have no choice, and can only leave!"

The Tent s quieted down, and only the sound of its quenching could be heard.

After a moment of silence, Qing Luan laughed, "What are you thinking? I came here to thank you, to thank you for teaching such a powerful battle technique to the brothers of the Qing Luan Army, not to ask for anything from you."

"You came here to thank me, so what do you think? Sit there as if someone owes you a lot of money. " Nan Feng heaved a sigh of relief and also put away the copper post that had just finished quenching.

After hearing Nan Feng's words, Qing Luan ruthlessly looked down on Nan Feng in her heart, and silently cursed a few times. Thank? Thank my my ass, if she did not speak of gratitude and request, Nan Feng would not be able to help her at all.

After sitting for a while, Qing Luan had a smile on her face, but in reality, she had left while holding back her anger. Since Nan Feng had already said what he was going to say when he left, she could not go overboard. Furthermore, Nan Feng did not enlist the army by mistake, and did not have the army records of Qing Luan's army, so Nan Feng was free to do whatever he wanted, she had forcefully detained people, and a lot of people would come looking for his when Nan Feng sent a letter to his. She, the Blood Emperor of the Eldest Brother, the Lord of Dongxuan Domain and the others would all come looking for trouble, and the current Lord of Dongxuan Domain was different from the past.

Qing Luan left and looked at Nan Feng, "Did you promise me that just now?"

"There's nothing wrong with that. There's always a bottom line for everything. It's meaningless for her to keep pressing on me." Nan Feng said, he did not like the feeling before him.

Qing Luan returned to the Handsome account, she knew, a person like Nan Feng was already too strong, and would not accept any pressure.

Taking out the wine jar, Qing Luan poured a cup of wine for herself and began to ponder. She didn't know how she could make Nan Feng stay in the Legion, but this was extremely important to her and Qing Luan.

Xiao Qiang returned, waving his Deer Slaying Blade as he walked.

"The close-combat of Commander Nan may seem simple, but it's actually a killing move that returns to its original form. It's really hard to defend against, I wonder what other unique moves he has, Grand Commander asked him to hand them over." said after entering the Handsome account.

"I just went to his Tent. He said that if I forced him again, he would leave." Qing Luan said.

Xiao Qiang was surprised, "You're just going to say it directly to Master?"

"That's right, he's very direct." Qing Luan laughed at herself. It had been a long time since she had last eaten, but today, after eating, she could not say anything. She had to keep smiling.

"This kid is too arrogant." Xiao Qiang was already the core of Legion Qing Luan, and no one dared to not give him face.

"Arrogant …" However, they have the ability to be arrogant, and they can casually take out something that is extremely important to us. This is something that we did not find out from our investigations, we have no idea what foundation they have. Even if I had to beg him to stay, such a talent like him must stay. " Qing Luan said as she let out a breath of air.

After imparting the [Capturing Technique] and the close-combat knife technique to Yun Che, Nan Feng didn't care about it anymore. He continued to cultivate inside the Tent to study the Time Tranquility.

Half a month later, Nan Feng arrived at the close guard's military camp under Qing Luan's invitation to take a look.

After looking at it, Nan Feng felt that everyone had cultivated quite well. close guard s were all made up of Cultivator s with higher celestial realm.

"If your right hand is fine, then what about your two hands? Try using your hands. Legion Qing Luan has support, so creating a few short blades shouldn't be a problem. " After leaving these two sentences, Nan Feng left.

Nan Feng didn't want to communicate at all, so he was forced to do this.

Nan Feng could not calm down for more than a few days, so the Asura Race once again initiated the Celestial King Battle.

Using his newly cultivated Time acceleration and his own unique skills, Nan Feng easily took down a round, allowing the opposing party's Immortal King to strangle themselves.

Without waiting for Nan Feng to get off the Immortal Slaughter Platform, the second Immortal King to fight had climbed onto the Immortal Slaughter Platform.

"I, Hawk Clan Ying Wuji, will pay for your arrogance." The Immortal King of Asura Race that was on stage spoke.

Nan Feng sized Ying Wuji up, and Gu Xianying's voice sounded in her Divine Sea, telling him that the Eagle Clan was one of the Twelve Royal Family, but she didn't know whether or not Ying Wuji was the direct descendant of the Royal Family!

was extremely interested in Asura Race's blood essence. Right now, he had the Asura Feather King Clan's Revenge mark on his chest, and when the Causality Magic Imprint was about to obliterate it, that would mean he had obtained the Asura Feather King Clan's blood essence. That would be of great help to his Asura's left hand, so Nan Feng wished that the current Ying Wuji in the Arena was the direct descendant of the Asura Eagle King.

Ying Wuji did indeed have an eagle-like face, with a large aquiline nose, which made his aura seem especially cold.

A pair of cold eyes looked at Nan Feng. Ying Wuji was a little puzzled, because Nan Feng looked at him like he was his prey.

"Kill!" Ying Wuji growled, the Sabre in his hands chopped towards Nan Feng's head, he hated the look in Nan Feng's eyes, it was contempt towards him, it was contempt towards him, he could not endure it.

Nan Feng pulled his Blood-Drinking Sword out of its scabbard and pierced towards Ying Wuji's Sabre.

Following the sound of the Weapons clashing, Nan Feng and Ying Wuji both retreated a few steps.

Both Nan Feng and Ying Wuji who were retreating were very surprised, because in the instant the two Weapons s clashed, the both of them used their powers together and intended to severely injure their Opponent, but in reality, neither of them succeeded.

"No wonder you are so arrogant. So it turns out that the Body has cultivated to some extent, but it's useless. Today, you must die." Ying Wuji dodged and pounced towards Nan Feng again.

With the activation of the thick soil Pearl, Nan Feng suppressed his opponent's speed and then the Blood-Drinking Sword rushed towards Ying Wuji once again.

Although his own speed was being suppressed, Ying Wuji was not afraid of a head-on clash with Nan Feng. His right arm shook and broke the suppression of the Body from the thick soil's Pearl, then he waved the Sabre and slashed at Nan Feng's Blood-Drinking Sword.

Just as their Weapons s were about to collide, Nan Feng's body shifted to the left by half a foot. The Long Sword s changed from slanted slashes to slanted slashes, and the Blood-Drinking Sword s moved out of the way of the opponent's Sabre s.

noticed that something was wrong and quickly went up to block Nan Feng's Blood-Drinking Sword.

It was at this time that Nan Feng's Blood-Drinking Sword accelerated in a flash, dodging Ying Wuji's defense. It swept past Ying Wuji's mouth and beheaded him.