The Order of Purple Thorn

Ba Teng announced Nan Feng's victory, his Opponent was incomparable to Nan Feng's, and his cultivation and Fighting power were not on the same level.

"You won't be able to play around for long." When Nan Feng returned, he said this in a low voice.

"That will depend on whether you can do it." Nan Feng did not care about this provocation at all.

The competition was still going on, but it was not painful at all. After all, they had been cultivating for a few months and the Supervisor had focused on the basics, so most of the Student's combat abilities were ordinary.

There was no stalemate, so the competition proceeded quickly.

Following Ba Teng's call of his name, Nan Feng and Yi Lin met.

"I'm not your Opponent, but I still need to experience it." Yi Lin said with a smile.

"My apologies, this is the time for me to be humble. This is an insult to my friends, let's do it properly!" Nan Feng nodded.

The battle had begun. Nan Feng's Sabre slashed three times, and when Yi Lin was trying to block the attack but his body was unstable due to the impact, his legs shook and he used Meteor Movement Technique. He arrived beside Yi Lin and placed the Sabre on his neck.

"Slow down, your neck is cold. What if you can't control it?" When Yi Lin pushed away the Sabre on his neck, he glared at Nan Feng. He was a little afraid that the hairs on his body had all stood up.

"Don't worry, I know what to do." Nan Feng said smilingly as he sheathed his blade.

"What if I fail?" Yi Lin glared at Nan Feng and then left. He knew that he wasn't Nan Feng's Opponent, but he never thought that the gap between them would be so wide.

The competition continued. Nan Feng was also paying attention to watch and understand Opponent. This was what he should do the most right now.

After looking at the two rounds, Nan Feng knew that Ao Wushuang's information was correct. The strongest was Jiang Youkun, followed by the mad dog Chang Qing, and then Jiang Shangyun and the rest.

"How is it?" Nan Feng looked at Ao Wushuang beside him.

"I can't accept this, they brought my cultivation with them when they first came in. This time I can't do it, I can only knock them out next time. This time I'm depending on you." Ao Wushuang said.

Nan Feng patted Ao Wushuang's shoulders. He knew that Ao Wushuang's chances of winning were not high, there were a few of them with Grade Five Martial Disciple, and there were even stronger ones up there.

When Nan Feng spoke with Ao Wushuang and Yi Lin, he once again shouted his name. Hearing the name of Opponent, Nan Feng smiled.

Nan Feng crossed his hands, and twisted them a little, causing his knuckles to crack, and he was able to fight fair and square, since Bo Dunsha's cultivation was lower than his, he could do whatever he wanted when he was on stage.

Hearing Ba Teng call out his name, Bo Dunsha's face turned ugly. He was willing to lose to others, but not Nan Feng.

Other than Bo Dunsha, the other person who was in a bad mood was Bodun Han. She knew that her nephew was not one of Nan Feng's Opponent, and would definitely lose if she went up, so she could only hope that her nephew would be more honorable after losing.

After stepping on the stage, Bo Dunsha bellowed loudly and rushed towards Nan Feng. The Long Sword in his hands was fierce enough, and he aimed straight for Nan Feng's heart.

Nan Feng retreated, flipped upside down, using both hands to support himself, his legs grabbing onto the sword wielding arm s from the bottom, following that, he exerted force with his hands, and stirred his body.

This was a move that Nan Feng had learned in his previous life, a move to quickly get up from the ground. Now, he had used it, but the one who was being strangled was Bo Dunsha's arm.

Nan Feng's body stood up, but he fell down. Nan Feng's legs were used to hold Bo Dunsha's right arm, his knees was pressed on Bo Dunsha's chest, he sat on top of Bo Dunsha's body, his left hand held onto Bo Dunsha's left arm, and then the right fist on his right hand was aimed straight at Bo Dunsha's face.

Clap clap clap. Bo Dunsha's mouth and nose blossomed.

"Stop!" Bodun Han shouted.

"He didn't admit defeat, you're not the referee!" Without turning his head, Nan Feng continued to wave his fist at Bo Dunsha's face.

"Ugh …" The Principal Gu's eyes were wide opened. Nan Feng was too brutal, he even managed to grab hold of the rules, and his mouth was deformed. As for Bodun Han telling him to stop, it was really useless.

"Nan Feng, quickly stop." At this time, Ba Teng opened his mouth, his mind was in a daze, so he did not mind, but Bo Dunsha took two more punches.

Ba Teng said as he stood up.

Bo Dunsha's face was crooked, this was Nan Feng's fist without the Yuan Qi, otherwise Bo Dunsha's head would have been smashed.

"Dammit! You've clearly won, and yet you continue to attack. You're taking this opportunity to take revenge!" Bodun Han's eyes were spitting fire as she climbed onto the Arena to help her nephew up.

"Revenge for what? I don't understand." Nan Feng shook his head.

"This is the problem, where the hatred came from. Since Supervisor Bolton does not want your face, then I have to say, you wanted to rush into my courtyard that day, did you have this matter?" He brought his men and charged into my courtyard, knocking down the servants who served me, then six or seven of them attacked me. "I'm a man. I don't remember this grudge, but am I still a man?" Nan Feng did not cower. He would say whatever he had to say.

"He has already said that he will take the opportunity to take revenge and be ruthless. College should handle this!" Bodun Han looked at Principal Gu.

"The Arena's Martial Arts Competition was opened by your College's family? You think you can deal with whoever you want to? "I'll be merciless. I'll be merciless and use my blade. I'll chop off his head." Nan Feng was so angry, Bodun Han was truly shameless now.

"Supervisor Bolton, stop messing around, Nan Feng really did not kill him. His Grade Five Martial Disciple, if you infuse your fist with Yuan Qi, Bo Dunsha would no longer be like this." Huo Zhen started to speak, he could not bear to see Bodun Han looking down on others.

Bodun Han looked at Principal Gu, but Principal Gu had no intention to say anything. He glared fiercely at Nan Feng once more, and Bodun Han supported her nephew down.

"Next time, look for me during the day if you have anything to do. Don't rush into my courtyard at night. If anyone sees that I'm in trouble, then I'll lose my face!" Nan Feng who had just left Arena shouted to Bodun Han.

Black! These words were said without restraint, causing everyone to be astonished. Nan Feng had ripped off Bodun Han's face. did not deny what Nan Feng had said just now. If Nan Feng had shouted now, then it would be sh * t as well.

"I will kill you." Bodun Han turned and looked at Nan Feng, his eyes completely red. Nan Feng was ruining her innocence.

"Kill me …" If I died, it would definitely be you who killed me. I think the College will definitely deal with it. " After Nan Feng finished speaking, he returned to his seat.

Bodun Han did not speak, and left with Bo Dunsha, who could no longer be looked down upon.

"President, do we need to deal with it?" Huo Zhen felt a headache. Tieshan Academy had already existed for six hundred years, yet there had never been a case of Student and Supervisor giving him an upper hand.

"Can you handle it? We must take College's face! " The Principal Gu shook his head, he knew that Nan Feng was doing this on purpose, but since the words were on purpose, he could not do anything about it.