When Shangguan Xiaowan and Liu Qianwen, who were standing on the steps of the mountain gate, saw this scene, they were even more nervous and sweat oozed from their temples. How could Nangong Haotian go to seek death? Could it be that his brain was caught in the door?
"You, you... just live with her in that big house at the bottom of the mountain?" The two of them were feeling anxious and uneasy. Suddenly they saw the old man in civilian clothes on the stage, his expression suddenly changed, and he pointed at Aunt Shan in the colorful shed on the left.
, asked sharply.
Nangong Haotian's sword eyebrows furrowed and he asked in confusion: "Young man comes to the stage to compete. He is fighting for the throne of supremacy. What he seeks is the outcome. What does this have to do with where he lives? Is there anyone who wants to lose his memory?"
Not allowed to compete in the ring? What a joke!!"
The old man in common clothes was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but feel a little angry. He flicked his sleeves and shouted: "Do you understand the rules of this fight for supremacy on the main stage?"
Nangong Haotian shook his head and said, "Young man, I only know whoever has the best martial arts skills will be the overlord of the southeastern martial arts world."
The commoner old man raised his voice and asked angrily: "Do you know the meaning of Southeast Wulin?"
Nangong Haotian's heart moved, but he still couldn't find anything strange about these four words. He could only reply according to the meaning of the words: "The old hero said that only martial arts heroes who live in the southeast can take the stage to compete for hegemony.
qualifications?"
The commoner old man nodded and said: "That's right, you..."
"This kid has the qualifications." Nangong Haotian said with a faint smile.
The commoner old man looked at Nangong Haotian angrily, nodded angrily and said: "Okay, your little brother is a real person who does not show his face and manipulates secretly. This fight for hegemony in the arena is really your mastermind."
Nangong Haotian knew that the commoner old man had already heard that Liu Qingqing was the mastermind, so he said this. After thinking about it, he smiled calmly and said, "Whatever you say, I am not the mastermind anyway."
The commoner old man snorted and asked sharply: "So, there is an expert behind you?"
"Since the old hero already knows who he is, why should he ask questions knowingly?" Nangong Haotian folded his arms and replied indifferently. This is just right. He can stay on the stage for a few more minutes, and maybe Shangguan will destroy this cheater.
Just watch it there.
When the old man in civilian clothes heard this, he said angrily: "I'll beat your little brother to the ring in a hurry, because you won't be afraid that the mastermind behind you won't come out."
Nangong Haotian agreed: "This is the wise move of the old hero."
The old man in cloth clothes shouted loudly, took a few steps quickly, punched twice and arched his fists, using a "double hammer to penetrate the ears" style, with a strong gust of wind, he struck at the ears of Nangong Haotian.
Nangong Haotian was startled, and he mobilized the power of chaos in his body. Immediately, a thunderous roar sounded, but only he could feel it, and he threw the Netherworld Dragon-Slaying Sword aside.
While sneering, Nangong Haotian quickly took half a step forward. Before the commoner man's fists could reach him, he felt an inner energy coming from him. He guessed that every move and every move of the commoner man must have been filled with powerful real power.
In view of this, Nangong Haotian quickly used his magic skills, suddenly turned around and stepped forward, using the "Great Peng Spreading Wings" gesture, waving his right arm diagonally upward towards the right wrist of the old man in cloth.
The clothed old man's eyes widened and he snorted angrily. He quickly stepped forward and pressed down with lightning on his left palm to stab Nangong Haotian in the back of the heart.
Nangong Haotian's expression remained unchanged, but there were a few ripples in his heart. The old man in cloth was an expert with profound martial arts, and he could feel it with just a few moves!
Nangong Haotian could feel that when the old man in cloth pressed his left palm, a strong force shot onto the surface of the protective Gang Qi. Fortunately for him, if he had been another martial arts master, this palm would have caused him to vomit blood on the spot.
And die.
Seeing how ruthless the commoner old man was, Nangong Haotian also became cold, but when he thought that the other party had already regarded him as a member of the Heavenly Demon Cult, he felt that it was justifiable for the other party to suddenly act cruelly.
As lightning flashed through his mind, Nangong Haotian had already exchanged more than four moves with the commoner man, but they were all regular moves and nothing too violent.
But both of them knew that now they had a certain understanding of each other, and knew that they had met a strong opponent this time. Every slap and every fold between the two of them consumed a lot of energy and internal energy.
Although it seemed thrilling to the two of them, most of the people who came to watch the excitement in the audience found it unsatisfactory. They came here to watch the fight, just to see them flying and leaping, shouting and shouting, as fast as an eagle flying off a rabbit.
Same.
However, it was not until Nangong Haotian and the commoner old man made a whistling sound when they punched, and the ring creaked when they changed steps, that everyone knew that the old man and the young man on the stage had already competed with each other in terms of internal strength.
The moves of the old man in common clothes became more and more vicious, and his fists became more and more fierce. Nangong Haotian guessed that this old man in common clothes was probably the Tianxuan God who lived in seclusion near Jiyunguan. Otherwise, how could he have such powerful skills.
Thinking of the Lord Tianxuan, Nangong Haotian immediately thought of the orders and instructions of the old Demon Dragon Slayer King. Everyone who participated in attacking him in the past must be executed one by one.
Nangong Haotian thought of this and decided to use all his strength. Under such circumstances, it was impossible to stop. At the very least, when the winner was determined, one party would vomit blood and become disabled.
In order to minimize the disability of both sides, Nangong Haotian shouted loudly, and immediately quickened the pace of his movements. The power of chaos roared in his body, and Nangong Haotian's palms began to faintly glow with gold.
"Old hero, be careful, the boy is going to use his full strength!" Nangong Haotian reminded.