C65 nation-martial period

"Help me?" Meng Long smiled cruelly. "Let me help you first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Long stomped his foot on the ground and leaped into the air. Her fingers formed a blade shape, slashing towards Qiao Nan's head.

Using his palm as a blade, he released a terrifying aura. With a ripping sound, he tore open the space, which contained a terrifying might, and slashed downwards. It was a big move that killed Qiao Nan's spirit.

"The attack power of Meng Long's' Sky Breaking Blade 'is extremely strong. Normal people wouldn't be able to withstand it."

"This Huang Bei is probably too scared to make a move, is he courting death?"

All of them could not help but exclaim in admiration when they felt Meng Long's violent and domineering attacks. On the other hand, Huang Bei, who was standing opposite of them, was actually still unmoving even as his palm strike was about to reach his head.

"Hmph. Are you scared by me? Then go die." Meng Long let out a loud roar. The force behind his palm and palm became even stronger. The air trembled, causing the entire pavilion to shake.

"Scared? "You think too highly of yourself." Qiao Nan's eyes were wide opened, his entire body was releasing a torrential aura, the sound of thunder in his body was extremely scary.

Even Du Teng couldn't help but take a few glances. He didn't expect that the masked youth would be able to train his body to such an extent.

The thunder within his body was the manifestation of his tyrannical body.

"Scram for me." Qiao Nan roared lightly, the divine power in his body gushed out, rushing towards the center of his palm and smashing outwards.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

An explosion sounded in the ancient pavilion and a tyrannical energy swept out in all directions. Divine power gushed out from everyone's bodies and completely suppressed the ancient pavilion.

Clang

The blade of his palm struck Qiao Nan's palm, only leaving a white mark.

Meng Long was shocked. How was this possible? Relying on just his physical body, he was actually able to withstand a palm strike.

Suddenly, he realized that Huang Bei was smiling at him strangely, and thought that something was wrong, the six human wheels behind him suddenly rose, with God Power surging out, protecting his body, he retreated quickly.

"Want to run?" "Too late." Qiao Nan snorted, a light flashed beneath his feet, he rushed forward and with a whip kick, the space cracked, releasing waves after waves of explosions.

With a boom, the whip leg brushed against his chest, causing the wheel to tremble as light scattered in all directions.

But it was barely able to withstand Qiao Nan's attack.

Before he could rejoice, the opponent had already sent another punch over. His fist was like a huge mountain, imposing and vast, he had just experienced the terror of Qiao Nan's fleshly body, so how could he dare resist? He struck out with his palm, and quickly retreated.

Bang! The fist and palm collided. The force of the palm was instantly annihilated. The power of the fist was unstoppable, and it rushed forward like a hot knife through butter.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The fist landed on Meng Long's chest, causing the six human wheels to tremble violently. The light dimmed, and they were instantly withdrawn back into his body.

The punch landed on his chest, causing blood to gush out and several of his ribs to break.

Meng Long was in so much pain that his face turned pale. His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he was kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily.

This was the result of Qiao Nan showing mercy, otherwise this punch would have shattered it into pieces.

The spectators were all dumbstruck. They never thought that this masked man would actually be so powerful. He was at the same level as them, yet he was able to cause them to have no way to fight back. One had to know that Meng Long was a rarely seen rival in the Mortal Realm.

No wonder Brother Wang had said that the son of the War God, Qiao Nan, was a Heaven's Pride.

Young Master Yu was secretly surprised in his heart. With a warm smile on his face, he said:

"Brother Huang is indeed extremely powerful. No wonder Brother Jun praised him so highly. This has truly broadened my horizons. I hope that in consideration of Shen Yu, this battle will end here."

From the moment Qiao Nan stepped into Ling Tian City, he had already known that an empire's capital was filled with information. The appearance of an unfamiliar face would definitely attract attention.

Now that victory and defeat had been decided, there was no longer any need to continue. If not, Meng Long would definitely die.

He invited the young talents from all four directions to gather here. Naturally, he did not want to see any casualties. Furthermore, he was a genius of the Empire.

"Since Young Master Yu has spoken, how could Huang Bei dare to lose face for our master?"

Qiao Nan looked at Meng Long who was lying on the ground. He couldn't even withstand a single blow as he sat back down on his seat.

Although the battle between Meng Long and Qiao Nan had ended, the competition was still continuing.

Jun Luotian and Young Master Yu also generously gave their pointers, whereas Du Teng, who had not said a word since the beginning, was the only one who deserved his serious treatment here.

If it wasn't for the fact that the First Elder of the Northern Palace had an old friendship with Ling Yun and had received a large amount of benefits, he wouldn't have come to help.

The sparring lasted for several hours as the sun began to set.

"Shen Yu thanks all of you for your assistance, but this time, the Five Kingdoms are participating in the Chu Clan Martial Meet, which is a huge matter." Shen Yu thanked all of you all for your assistance, and this time, the Five Kingdoms are participating in the Chu Clan Martial Meeting, which is a huge matter.

"Yu, after the end of the Martial Competition, you are willing to pay ten hundred year old medicines and fifty cubes of Origin Stone as a reward. The rest of the people also received gifts. "

As they heard this, all of them were overjoyed. They had come all the way to participate in the banquet and actively wanted to fight for the Martial Meeting quota so that they could obtain a generous reward.

Hearing about the rewards, even Qiao Nan was surprised. Ten stalks of hundred year old medicine, it was worth quite a sum. A hundred years old medicine, it would at least cost several tens of thousands of gold coins.

Especially when he took out a Origin Stone as a reward. This was a product of heaven and earth. It gathered the essence of the sun and moon, slowly evolving into a type of ore that contained pure heaven and earth origin energy. In this world, it was a hard currency.

Although the exchange rate in the outside world was one side of a Origin Stone for 100,000 gold coins, no one had ever been stupid enough to exchange a Origin Stone for gold coins.

Even Qiao Nan had only heard of Origin Stone. This kind of natural mineral, whether in the Empire or the sects, was firmly controlled by them.

This was a type of foundation, a type of consumption for cultivating geniuses.

In the large-scale auction, gold coins had long since lost their value and could only be purchased by Origin Stone.

"Young Master is too courteous, we are Ling Yun's men. Since the Five Great Academies are related to the constitution of the nation, it is within our responsibility."

The four of them stood up and said politely.

Although this was very hypocritical, Qiao Nan could only say a few words.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the date of the Martial Competition of the Fifth Congress is set for the end of the year." Ladies and gentlemen, the date of the Martial Competition of the Fifth Congress is set for the end of the year.

Young Master Yu stood up with the wine bottle in hand, and looked at Qiao Nan who was below. It was obvious that he was talking to him.

The other few people were all from Ling Yun Country, so they naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity, but Qiao Nan was an outsider.

"Young master, don't worry, Huang Bei has already promised.

"Alright!"

Hearing Qiao Nan's confident words, Young Master Yu said happily: "Today, Shen Yu will not leave until everyone is drunk."

After toasting for more than two hours, darkness enveloped the land and the moonlight shone brightly.

The banquet had finally ended.

Young Master Yu arranged for everyone to stay in the Imperial City, but since he was rejected by Qiao Nan, he still had to return to the Northern Wasteland to report.

Jun Luotian and Du Teng stayed back. Jun Luotian was injured, but Du Teng was looking forward to his fight.

As both of them were descendants of Sacred Grounds, they naturally had to compete against each other.