
“Feng Chen? You must be a disciple of the Feng family from Qiu Feng Mountain. Is it really in vain to give a good surname to you. ” Nangong Aotian playing with wine cup in his hand.
"Who do you think you are!" Hearing the other party insult his family, the girl behind Feng Chen said coldly. The precious sword in his hand was already unsheathed!
Nangong Aotian laughed out loud. “I need beauty to accompany me when I drink. I was just looking for some talented and beautiful girls to accompany me. Your appearance and cultivation level are still acceptable. Are you interested?"
When Nangong Aotian said this, the few cultivators from the Heavenly Sword Mountain sitting with him laughed out loud. The young girl from the Feng family looked like she was about to spew fire from her eyes.
Not only did Nangong Aotian tease her, he even insulted her to such an extent. How could he not be angry?
"I'll kill you!"
The young lady unsheathed her sword and was about to stab him, but Feng Chen stopped her. “Daughter, you are no match for them. Let me do it."
Feng Chen took out a long sword from his storage ring and made a strange starting position. “Nangong, let me experience your Liquid Spirit technique! I'd like to see what qualifications you have to say such arrogant words! ”
Victor's eyes twinkled as he looked at Feng Chen's initial position. As expected of one of the ten leading families in the secret world. This martial technique is quite interesting.
When the guests who were sitting around saw someone about to fight, not only did they not panic, but they all drank and ate with interest as if they were watching a good show.
Not even the waiter in the shop felt that anything was wrong. He put a towel on his back and put the wine in his hands. He said calmly, “Gentlemen, if you break something, you have to pay for it. Do you want to decide whether the loser or the winner pays?”
When the waiter asked this question, a smile appeared on Victor's face. This is a really strange restaurant.
But come to think of it, it's normal. The people here were all arrogant cultivators. It might be common for them to cause trouble and fight.
He immediately looked over to watch the show. The information of the man with the surname Nangong appeared in front of Victor.
Name: Nangong Aotian
Cultivation Methods: Sword Control Technique, Heavenly Mountain Sword Technique, Liquid Spirit Blood Sword, Liquid Spirit Technique.
Talent Cultivation: The entry-level stage of the Xuan class realm
Spirit Root: Fire and earth spirit root
Strength: Level eight
"Of course I'll pay if I lose." Nangong Aotian lazily stood up from his seat with a playful smile on his face.
“Feng, just in case you don't know, the stuff at East Ocean Restaurant isn't cheap. Losing 180 spirit stones in a fight was common. You better be able to pay if you lose later! ”
Hearing the figure of 100 to 200 spirit stones, Feng Chen's face turned ugly. He lost a lot of money today. If he lost 100 to 200 spirit stones, he would not be able to afford them. This time, however, he had no way out.
“Do you think you will win? What joke! Take this!"
Feng Chen shouted and stepped out. He infused his spirit energy into his long sword. Feng Chen became one with his sword and pounced on Nangong Aotian's chest like a ferocious tiger.
“Huh! You are exaggerating yourself! ” Nangong Aotian flipped his hand and a black long sword appeared in his palm. It was a high yellow-level spirit tool.
Spirit energy poured into the sword and the black long sword turned into a strange blood red color. Nangong Aotian slashed down with his sword and triggered a wave of hot wind as it collided with Feng Chen's sword.
Bang out!
Swords and swords collided and spirit energy came out in a rampage. It flips seven to eight tables. Feng Chen's entire body trembled and he felt an extremely hot aura piercing through his body like a thin thread.
"Brother boy."
“Senior sister.”
The two men and a woman behind Feng Chen rushed over to help him stand up. However, when they touched Feng Chen's body, they were shocked to feel a burning sensation from his body.
Victor, who was watching from the side, clearly saw that Nangong Aotian was using a cultivation technique that had the fire attribute. The fire power of this technique was slightly stronger than the fire produced by his own Tree Building technique.
However, he used a wood attribute cultivation technique, and fire was just an addition to it. Other than other things, the Tree Building technique was definitely the best cultivation technique in terms of energy endurance and spiritual power recovery.
After all, according to the records in the library, the strength of this Tree Building technique had been proven by the predecessors a thousand years ago.
Nangong Aotian laughed out loud, “You can't even make a single attack? The cultivators of the ten great cultivation families were indeed trash! ”
“I recommend that the ten great families should discuss with the outer sect and organize their own martial arts conference. Don't come to the Heavenly Sword Mountain and humiliate yourself, or you won't even be able to enter the mountain gate in the future!”
“Haha, Brother Nangong is right. Piles of rat shit will ruin the soup pot. The sect head gave them a 20-year age limit, so the entrance threshold could not be lower.
“There are quite a lot of people here. After going through so much effort and running for hundreds of thousands of miles, they could not even enter the door. Isn't that interesting?”
Hearing the uncontrollable ridicule of these people, Feng Chen burned with anger. He roared and the spiritual power in his body surged. Most of the floor under his feet was open, and even the walls trembled slightly.
"Go to hell!"
Feng Chen's figure blurred and rushed to Nangong Aotian like a ghost. He held the knife in both hands and crushed it violently. After the blade was swung, Feng Chen's body exploded with a dazzling golden light. It was clear that he had used his trump card.
Nangong Aotian's eyes showed a serious look. His face suddenly reddened and he opened his mouth to let out a cloud of blood mist. The sword that was supposed to be scorching hot was now emitting smoke after absorbing the blood.
"Liquid Spirit Blood Sword!"
Nangong Aotian shouted and a red light with high temperature shot out from the sword and charged towards Feng Chen!
Feng Chen shouted and his spiritual power exploded. He blocked the red light with his sword. However, that light burned all of Feng Chen's spiritual power. The arm of Feng Chen holding the sword started to burn!
Uh!
Feng Chen let out a sad cry. The fire was extinguished along with his spiritual power. His right arm began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Big brother!"
"Senior sister!"
The girl who was with Feng Chen almost cried when she saw this scene. It was clear that he had deep feelings for Feng Chen. It might not be as simple as just being a senior brother and sister.
When Nangong Aotian saw the girl's reaction, an arrogant look flashed across his eyes.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and suppressed the restless spirit energy in his body. He had also paid a heavy price to use the Liquid Spirit Blood Sword. He would not be able to recover to his peak condition in a few days.
At this moment, Feng Chen was lying on the ground with a pale face. His right arm was charred black and his breathing was weak. As if he was dead.
Although it looked terrifying, Nangong Aotian did not really kill him. At the start of the competition, if he were to kill the participants in public, it would be a bad thing to do. Even if Nangong Aotian was supported by the Heavenly Sword Mountain, he would not dare to do so.