C17

An hour was almost up. Nanmen Feng stood up slowly. His injuries were about 80% healed, so he could only rest slowly. It was difficult for him to use the God Slaughtering Pagoda in front of the public, otherwise his injuries would have fully recovered.

"Brother Mu, I shall engrave this kindness in my heart." Nanmen Feng bowed and said to Mu Pengcheng.

Mu Pengcheng put away his Blood Fury Spear and smiled innocently, saying: "Anyways, I won't be able to enter the Spirit Ranking, so I have some use. However, I'll be the first to say it shamelessly. When the time comes, I'll have a share of the reward! "

"Of course." Nanmen Feng said lightly with a smile on his face.

"Let's go!" Mu Pengcheng waved his hand and walked off the stage.

The grey-clothed old man, Xu Yao, snorted and said slowly, "Next, who's next."

"Allow me." Two voices sounded out at the same time, and the two people landed on the arena one after the other. When Xu Yao clearly saw who it was, his face instantly turned green.

"Get down!" One of them was his new disciple, Yuan Fei. Not to mention whether Yuan Fei would fight Nanmen Feng, even if Yuan Fei went all out, he still wouldn't be a match for Nanmen Feng.

Xu Yao believed that with Yuan Fei's talent, he would definitely surpass Nanmen Feng in the future, but not now.

"Master." Yuan Fei felt wronged. After watching Mu Pengcheng's performance just now, he also wanted to lend a helping hand to Nanmen Feng. However, he felt guilty towards Nanmen Feng because Nanmen Feng was injured by his master.

Looking at the wronged Yuan Fei, Nanmen Feng smiled and said, "You can leave now." He really wanted to fight because the other person on the stage was Su Siyuan. Even though Nanmen Feng was not in a good state right now, he was determined to fight this battle.

"Brother Nanmen, we meet again." Su Siyuan had a charming smile and a graceful bearing. If it wasn't for the scene at the plaza yesterday, everyone would have been completely convinced by his demeanor.

Nanmen Feng said indifferently, "I'm very happy that you came up."

"Is that so?" Su Siyuan chuckled and said, "That's good. I thought Brother Nanmen would be scared."

"Let's fight!" Nanmen Feng found that his hatred for Su Siyuan was much greater than his hatred for Su Siyuan. A true villain was indeed annoying, but a hypocrite was even more loathsome.

"Please!" Su Siyuan made a gesture of acknowledgement, his white robe fluttering in the wind, which caused many of the ladies in the audience to be stunned.

Just based on his appearance alone, Su Siyuan did have a rare set of good skin. Coupled with his extraordinary bearing and deliberate actions, he had attracted quite a few girls' attention. Yun Yao was one of them.

The Xuan-yuan Sword flashed a faint light, and Nanmen Feng's eyes became unperturbed. This battle was extremely critical, he could not see through Su Siyuan's strength, and faintly felt that he was stronger than Faang Qing!

Su Siyuan, who was standing at the side, lightly waved his fan as if he didn't care about this battle at all. Nanmen Feng couldn't help to guess in his heart, just what does he have to rely on?

"Brother Nanmen, go ahead!" Su Siyuan smiled faintly and gestured again.

Nanmen Feng's eyes narrowed. He took a step forward and the Xuan-yuan Sword slashed out, leaving a trail in the air as it slashed towards Su Siyuan. Su Siyuan smiled and took a step forward. With a wave of his fan, the dark blue fan flew towards the Xuan-yuan Sword.

"Bo!" Nanmen Feng felt as if the Xuan-yuan Sword was stuck in a quagmire and could not free itself. He was shocked and quickly drew back the Xuan-yuan Sword with his elemental energy.

"Nanmen Feng, why don't you use your sword intent? Could it be that you look down on me? " Su Siyuan spoke slowly, but his feet were not slow at all. He moved in and out of the way, dodging to the left and right. He waved the folding fan in his hand lightly, and suddenly, three blue bars of water flew towards Nanmen Feng from three different directions.

One slash thundered!

Sensing the surging elemental energy waves, Nanmen Feng was secretly surprised. Su Siyuan definitely was not at the peak of the eighth level of Spirit Stage on the surface, could it be that he had hidden his true strength? Why couldn't he see through it?

The sound of rolling thunder came out. The sword beam contained a sharp sword intent. It went straight through the three blue pillars and rushed to cut Su Siyuan.

"That's interesting." Su Siyuan smiled faintly. His eyes became serious. He waved the folding fan in his hand lightly. The blue silk fan that was headed towards Nanmen Feng suddenly turned around and respectively headed towards Nanmen Feng's right hand that was holding the sword.

Mu Pengcheng looked very gloomy. He clenched his fists. Yuan Fei, who was beside him, stomped his feet and muttered something in a low voice.

Shortly after, a loud sound came from the stage, followed by a groan. The two figures immediately separated. "Nanmen Feng's long hair flew in the air, and his chest clothes were ripped open. Su Siyuan, who stood to one side with one hand behind his back and the other hand lightly waving his folding fan, was still calm and smiling.

"Brother Nanmen, you're injured."

Nanmen Feng said lightly, "A few minor injuries, not worth mentioning."

"Oh?" Su Siyuan raised his head and looked at the sky. The sun was already setting. He smiled and said, "It's getting late. Let me send Brother Nanmen off the stage to rest!"

Nanmen Feng said, "I don't dare to trouble you. If I win, of course I can rest."

"I'm afraid Brother Nanmen will be disappointed." Su Siyuan's smile became wider. He suddenly took a light step forward, and the imposing aura of the ninth level of Spirit Stage released from his body. Nanmen Feng immediately frowned.

Ninth level of the Spirit Stage? To think that he had really hidden his strength. Although it seemed as if he had entered the ninth level of the Spirit Stage not long ago, Nanmen Feng felt that Wu Tie's Yuan Power was definitely not one bit inferior to the ancient sword at the peak of the Spirit Stage.

"It's still too late to admit defeat now. Otherwise, if I accidentally hurt Brother Nanmen later, it would be hard to say." Su Siyuan's voice sounded again, causing the disgust in Nanmen Feng's heart to grow even stronger.

"Let's fight!" The Xuan-yuan Sword moved, and Nanmen Feng's expression became more serious than ever before. Now that Su Siyuan was willing to reveal his strength, it meant that he was definitely hiding something.

He could only vaguely guess that the power of Drunken Immortal House was extraordinary. With Su Siyuan's status, he would definitely have some treasures to protect himself with. This would be Nanmen Feng's hardest battle.

"Be careful."

Su Siyuan lightly waved his folding fan as a huge wave that could topple mountains and overturn the seas came crashing towards Nanmen Feng. The violent wind and wave blew Nanmen Feng's long hair and his green clothes rustling. How powerful!

"Break for me!"

He raised the Xuan-yuan Sword high in the air with both hands and a cold light fell from the sky. The sword beam contained a suffocating sword intent as it slashed down towards the huge wave.

Boom!

The Xuan-yuan Sword slashed the wave apart, while Nanmen Feng took the opportunity to dodge. Wu Tie sneered. He put his hands together and the huge wave suddenly came from all directions towards Nanmen Feng. If it hit, he would at least be heavily injured.

Seeing that the huge wave was about to close in, Nanmen Feng stomped on the ground and jumped up. He danced with the Xuan-yuan Sword and protected the top of his head tightly. With a flash, he escaped from the trap.

The moment he landed on the ground, he saw the surging waves again. Nanmen Feng's face darkened. He couldn't continue like this. His Origin Energy was not as abundant as Su Siyuan to begin with. In addition to that, his injuries had yet to heal. In this way, wouldn't he have no chance of winning?