1455: C1455 Nangong Mu Zhan Cai Ling

C1455 Nangong Mu Zhan Cai Ling

1Noon.

On the stage, Nangong Shuo was dressed in black clothes. He didn't show any joy or anger. Everyone couldn't help but praise his imposing manner.

However, in old rascal's opinion, this guy was very pretentious.

Especially when he heard many female martial artists around commenting on Nangong Shuo with sparkling eyes, he was very unhappy.

However, in the next moment, when he saw someone walking up from the other side, Mo Nan immediately stopped thinking about other things.

Cai Ling'er.

The first battle was a fierce fight between tigers and tigers.

Clearly, Faang Zhenghua and the others also hoped to get a good start.

On the stage, the two of them were not talkative people. Very quickly, they exchanged blows.

For a moment, the two of them exchanged blows. Cai Ling'er's clothes fluttered in the wind like an immortal. Her figure was illusory. Nangong Shuo held the long spear in his hand and attacked with all his might. It could be said that they were engaged in a fierce battle.

old rascal looked at the two of them on the stage and nodded his head silently.

He had to admit that he was improving and Nangong Shuo was not left behind. This guy was much stronger than when they fought back then.

At this time, Nangong Yingnan's voice was almost hoarse. He turned his head and looked at the silent Mo Nan. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that this guy's eyes seemed to be very sharp. He immediately asked with concern.

"Tell me, who will win between my brother and that woman?"

"Then how the hell would I know?"

Mo Nan rolled his eyes.

When Bai Tianfeng was fighting, he could see that the other side was even bigger. It was purely because he was much stronger than Bai Tianfeng.

The two people on the stage were both Martial King warriors. How could he be able to tell that they were at the same cultivation realm as him?

Especially when they were fighting at the same cultivation realm, victory and defeat. Most of the time, it was just a matter of a moment.

However, even though it was hard to tell who would win in the end, Mo Nan said in a low voice,

"Nangong Shuo, there is not much hope of winning."

The reason why he lowered his voice was naturally because he didn't want too many people to hear his words. At that time, he might be scolded by the crowd.

After all, Nangong Shuo represented the martial artists of the lower realm. Although many people had strange thoughts in their hearts, at least they wouldn't say it out loud.

Mo Nan said it out because he was telling the truth, but not everyone could tell the truth.

At least, Hu Niu didn't think so.

"Why do you say that?!"

Ying Nan immediately widened her eyes and asked indignantly.

"Calm down first."

She raised her hand and pressed on Niuniu's chest twice. God could testify that Mo Nan was really subconsciously moving at this moment. After reaching out his hand and pressing twice, his face could not help but twitch and stiffen.

"You!"

Nangong Yingnan lowered his head and looked at his chest in disbelief. For a moment, his mind was blank. Immediately, she looked around and swore in her heart that if it was not because she did not want to make things big, she would have fought with Mo Nan at this moment.

"Hurry up and say it!"

Staring at Mo Nan with murderous eyes, Nangong Yingnan gritted his teeth and said.

"I'll say it, I'll say it."

Mo Nan felt guilty. They did not dare to keep him in suspense. He quickly said,

"Strength is simply the difference in strength..."

After he finished speaking, he did not give Nangong Yingnan the chance to refute. He quickly said,

"Although Nangong Shuo was nurtured by your family with everything you have, the Nangong family can only give him that much."

It was already considered good enough for an ordinary family to have one or two martial skills.

"The people from the Upper Realm are different. Do you see that woman? Whether it is movement techniques, protective techniques, or even offensive techniques, they are all martial techniques."

"In a competition between martial artists, if their cultivation levels are the same, then the competition is nothing more than their foundation.

Compete with money?

The long spear in Nangong Shuo's hand was not bad, but old rascal was so far away that he could see that the long spear was extraordinary.

However, did Cai Ling'er not have a suitable weapon?

She did not even mention the pair of crystal clear jade rings in her hands. They were also not ordinary items. The problem was that even his clothes seemed to be treasures.

Spiritual Treasure! A proper Spiritual Treasure.

When he and Chang Xu separated a while ago, he heard Chang Xu seriously talk about the division of the treasures in Ancient Martial World. Generally speaking, the long blade that he was using now, although precious, could only be considered a treasure.

The next level was the Spiritual Treasure.

Most of these things, apart from being sturdy, had some other functions.

For example, Cai Ling'er's dress clearly had a portion of the effect of blocking attacks. As a result, she, a girl who looked especially weak, was able to fight Nangong Shuo head on without falling into a disadvantageous position.

Spiritual Treasure.

At this moment, looking at the clothes on Cai Ling'er's body, old rascal once again emitted a green light after a long time. He was already considering whether he should think of a way to hit her with a stick and drug her. In short, he should think of a way to snatch this woman's clothes.

He could not wear it, but Su Bingqing and the other girls could!

It was too far.

In short, the huge difference in strength between Nangong Shuo and Cai Ling'er was not small.

Moreover, even among Faang Zhenghua's group, Cai Ling'er's martial skills were second to none.

"Wu."

After listening to these words, Nangong Yingnan finally fell silent, unable to say anything to refute. However, she did not believe that Nangong Shuo would lose to the woman opposite him so easily.

It seemed that he had also received her signal. It could be considered a tacit understanding between the siblings.

On the stage.

Nangong Shuo gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. Suddenly, his expression darkened. He raised the long spear in his hand and gathered all the Spiritual Forces in his body. It seemed that he was going to fight with his life on the line.

He had no choice but to continue wasting time. He could not afford to waste any more time, Cai Ling'er.

"Are we still going to lose?"

His heart was filled with unwillingness. At this moment, Nangong Shuo even had the intention of risking his life. He bit the tip of his tongue and determination flashed in his eyes.

The Nangong family didn't have any martial skills. But there's a secret!

Relying on secret techniques, he could forcefully increase his strength by a step. However, the price would be a bit high.

However, at this moment, he had already made up his mind. He no longer hesitated, and immediately prepared to use a secret technique.

"Don't!"

Cai Ling'er seemed to have seen through his thoughts and her expression changed as she hurriedly said.

She did not care if Nangong Shuo would defeat her after using the secret technique. The key was that Nangong Shuo was already one of the people they had chosen. Moreover, they had already reported this person.

Therefore, if something happened to Nangong Shuo, they wouldn't be able to report it to the higher-ups.

Just when she was burning with anxiety and was about to give up this battle to Nangong Shuo,

A white figure suddenly floated up from the stage and landed next to Nangong Shuo. The man reached out his hand and tapped Nangong Shuo's body a few times.

"You."

Nangong Shuo's body went limp and staggered two steps back. Only now did he see clearly. The person next to him was Liao Xian.

"It's not embarrassing to lose."

"It's a joke if you don't admit it when you lose."

"We lower realm martial artists still have this bit of energy. Nangong Shuo, you've lost this round."

Hearing this, Nangong Shuo's face flashed with unwillingness, but when he turned around and looked at Chen Jiaang and the others who shook their heads at him, he still sighed lightly and got off the stage.

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