1219: C1219 Si Nantian Asked for Guidance

C1219 Si Nantian Asked for Guidance

21219. Si Nantian.

Caw!

Everyone in the Feng family was stunned.

Everyone from the other sects were also stunned.

The people from Demon Jade Mountain were still in a daze.

The whole place was silent!

Something was not right!

Feng Wuji jumped up and down, dancing and chirping, displaying the Martial Skills to its fullest potential.

Everyone still wanted to drink tea, eat melon seeds, and watch a great battle.

But who knew that the battle would end just as it began?

Apart from those old freaks Eight Star Supreme Realm, no one else present could tell which one of them was Feng Wuji's real body.

However, they didn't want to be kicked away by Zhang Xing.

In other words, it meant that Feng Wuji's real body was Feng Wuji's. In Zhang Xing's eyes, Feng Wuji was just a joke.

A moment later, two men flew out from the Feng family's camp and carried Feng Wuji back.

After a careful inspection, they found that he was only unconscious and was not in danger of dying.

Only then did the expressions on everyone's faces ease up a little.

When Feng Wuji woke up, he still had a blank expression on his face.

"How many times have I told you not to drag things out when you attack? You just won't listen."

"Now you know how fatal your weakness is."

Feng ancestor said coldly.

"The lesson of the old ancestor is that Wuji will remember it in his heart. You must change it in the future!"

Feng Wuji's face was full of shame.

At this moment, he had regained his consciousness and knew that he had been knocked out by Zhang Xing.

When he saw that he was about to succeed, he suddenly felt a pain in his stomach, and then he fainted for no reason.

If it wasn't Zhang Xing, then who was it?

"Si Nantian asked Zhang Gongfeng for guidance!"

Just as Feng Wuji was regretting his carelessness, a voice rang out in the crowd.

"He is the strongest disciple of the third generation of the Tland City."

Feng Wuji's gaze turned cold.

Among their generation, there were a few people that he was unwilling to provoke.

Feng Bubai could only rank sixth.4

Si Nantian, on the other hand, could be ranked fourth.

Even though this guy was already ninety-two years old, he still had a hot temper.

He really didn't care about his own life when he fought with others!

If it was a life or death battle, the others could still fight with him.

But now, it was just a competition, and it was over.

More or less, it would make the others fearful.

However, Si Nantian did not care. He would rather cripple one of his arms and legs than smash you to the ground.

Not long ago, at the martial arts competition held once every ten years by the Southern Continent.

Si Nantian took it head on. The spear pierced through his heart.

However, his attack did not slow down. He used this method to approach his opponent and took off his opponent's cephalo-.

After winning, he did not pull out his iron spear. He walked back to his camp just like that, and even had a cruel smile on his face.

It was obvious how vicious he had been to him.

If Zhang Xing fought with him, * Hong Long...... *

Zhang Xing raised his hand slightly, signaling Si Nantian to fight.

Now that he was a man of status, he naturally had to act like a big shot of Predecessor.

However, this action made Si Nantian feel very awkward.

This action is obviously commonly used by me. As long as those eight-star big shots don't make a move, no matter where they go, they will let others make the first move.

"You little brat, what are you pretending to be me for!"

He coldly harrumphed in his heart. Without wasting any time talking nonsense with Zhang Xing, he launched his Martial Skills and attacked.

"Eight Movement Stances!"

The movement of his heart was like an illusion.

Si Nantian immediately used his most powerful combat skill.

Although the name was Eight Forms, it had countless variations and was endless.

In other words, his Martial Skills didn't have any fixed moves. It was a skill that could be used according to the situation on the battlefield.

He waved his hand and grabbed at Zhang Xing's throat, waiting for Zhang Xing to change, and then he changed his moves as well.

However, Zhang Xing ignored him and looked coldly at the attack.

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