"Xuanyuan sword!" the tower God roared, and the gray shadow flashed to Nanmen maple and shouted angrily, "how do you know Xuanyuan sword? Have you seen Xuanyuan sword? Where did you hear about Xuanyuan sword?"

The tower God was angry and asked a series of questions, which made Nanmen Feng stunned on the spot and didn\'t know how to answer.

"Say!" seeing that the South Gate Maple didn\'t speak, the tower God shouted angrily again.

"I, where have I seen any Xuanyuan sword? I don\'t know the name of killer sword, but I casually named Xuanyuan sword." Nanmen Maple whispered.

Nanmen Feng didn\'t tell the origin of Xuanyuan sword. The great reaction of tower God made him tremble. He didn\'t know the inside story and talked less. It was the only truth to protect himself.

The tower God stared at the South Gate maple and said suspiciously, "you really don\'t know? Just get it casually?"

Nanmen Feng quickly nodded and vowed, "I don\'t know."

The tower God flashed back and murmured, "where the bird doesn\'t shit, no one should know Xuanyuan sword."

"Xuanyuan sword! Xuanyuan sword! Xuanyuan sword!" the tower God silently recited it several times and said with a bitter smile: "I can\'t imagine that in tens of thousands of years, the killer sword will be named Xuanyuan sword! Sad! Lamentable! Ridiculous!"

"Ha ha! Ha ha!" the roaring laughter of the tower God rang out in the whole killing God tower. Deafening, but there is unspeakable sadness, loneliness and resentment in the voice.

Nanmen Feng was so nervous that he secretly said, "can there be any interleaving between Xuanyuan sword and killer sword in history?" thinking of this, Nanmen Feng laughed at his guess.

It is said that Xuanyuan sword was the weapon of the Yellow Emperor more than 5000 years ago. Let\'s not say whether the legend is true or not. Is there Xuanyuan sword in history.

Even if there is, it can\'t be staggered with the killing sword. One was five thousand years ago and the other was tens of thousands of years ago. The time was inconsistent.

Besides, it is impossible for them to live in two different worlds.

"Listen to me, boy." the tower God put away his laughter, returned to normal, and said coldly, "don\'t call the killer sword Xuanyuan sword or mention Xuanyuan sword again in the future."

At this point, his eyes became very cold and said ruthlessly, "otherwise, even if the God killing tower recognizes you as the main, I will kill you!"

Nanmen Feng immediately said that he would never mention Xuanyuan sword again, but he was greatly disdained and made up his mind. In the future, this sword has only one name, Xuanyuan!

Seeing the South Gate Maple\'s statement, the look of the tower God gradually eased. After a moment, he slowly said, "you unsealed the second seal of the killing sword by chance."

"The killing sword is a supreme artifact, and sealing the animal soul is just one of its abilities. In those years, the soul of the real dragon was sealed in the killing sword. Although the soul of the real dragon has long died, the pressure left by it alone is not something that a small green Jiao can resist."

"It\'s a great fortune for qingjiao to enter the killing sword. Absorbing the residual soul power of the real dragon\'s soul will be of great benefit to his growth in the future. Make good use of it and it will be your great help before you grow up."

Speaking of this, the tower god suddenly stopped, looked gloomy and murmured, "I\'m tired. You should practice hard and try to leave this ghost place as soon as possible."

With that, the vitality rolled and dissipated, and the figure of the tower God disappeared.

Under the fury of the tower God, the momentum is so strong that the maple in the south gate is haunted. Now, he threatened to swallow the soul of qingjiao. It\'s not empty words. How strong was the tower God at its heyday?

Put away Xuanyuan sword. Nanmen Feng\'s mind flashed all the scenes under the tower God\'s anger, "Xuanyuan sword? Killing God sword? What happened to make the tower God furious?"

Twelve days have passed in the tower, and there are only three days outside. There are still some days when nanmenfeng hasn\'t thought through some cultivation problems. Take advantage of this time to tidy up.

Calm down, wave away all the previous pictures and operate the skill. At this time, the second level of the kill God formula reaches Xiaocheng, and it will be a long time before it breaks through the third level. Nanmen Maple has begun to look forward to what kind of surprise the third floor of the God killing tower will bring to him!

Time flies and boring cultivation makes people boring. Fortunately, purple thunder carving accompanies them when they are bored. After more than half a month, one person and one demon got along happily. Purple thunder carving was even more dependent on Nanmen maple. Even when he was sleeping, he had to lie on the side of Nanmen maple, which made him cry and laugh.

On this day, after a week of Feng Yungong in Nanmen, he got up slowly. When he moved, he saw the green shadow flash and appeared on the first floor of the God killing tower.

The figure flashes again and appears on the second floor of the God killing tower. A faint smile appeared at the mouth of Nanmen maple. This is the biggest harvest in the past month.

In the past, you used to resist eight changes in the wind, one breath, one step and three feet; Since he understood the meaning of the wind, he can take two breaths, three steps and four feet at a time; Now, he takes two steps at a breath, one step is still four feet.

The increase in speed brings about a significant increase in combat effectiveness. At this time, Su Siyuan doesn\'t need to use the soul of the green Jiao as long as he doesn\'t use the water spirit bead.

Although I dare not win, at least I won\'t lose. Nanmen Maple still remembers the sad scene of being suppressed by Su Siyuan last time.

"It\'s time to go out."

It\'s been nearly eight days outside, so we can\'t delay any more, so that Mu Pengcheng and Yuan Fei will not rush in.

With a flash of body shape, the maple at the South Gate came out of the God killing tower. The bright sun shone in from the window. The two figures lingered outside the window, and there was a low voice quarrel from time to time.

"You go and call him. The battle of lingbang is coming to an end. You still can\'t come out!"

"No! Brother Nanmen said that he can\'t disturb him when he closes."

Mu Pengcheng said loudly, "you dead brain. If you don\'t come out, you won\'t see the excitement. Do you want to see it?"

"I think so." Yuan Fei was moved.

Mu Pengcheng said softly, "since you want to wake him up, otherwise it will be too late. Think of the first beauty in the spirit list. You can only have this chance to see her once a year."

It was quiet outside. Yuan Fei seemed to be lost in meditation. His heart was like a battle between heaven and man. After a moment, he cut the nail and cut the railway: "still no, brother Nanmen doesn\'t come out. It\'s the big deal."

"You, you elm head!" Mu Pengcheng jumped angrily and said loudly, "if you don\'t go, I\'ll go. Don\'t regret it then!"

Footsteps sounded and walked farther and farther, "I really want to go!" Mu Pengcheng\'s voice came from a distance.

"Go! I\'ll protect the Dharma for brother Nanmen!" Yuan Fei was unmoved.

Mu Pengcheng screamed again, "you are so angry with me!" the footsteps sounded again, from far to near.

"Want to see a beautiful woman? Let\'s go!" Nanmen Feng pushed the door and came out with a smile.

"You are really my Savior!" Mu Pengcheng shouted, rushed over and hugged the South Gate maple. Then he woke up and couldn\'t waste time here. He hurried up and left, saying, "come on, it\'s too late!"

To be sure, she is the first beauty of Ziyun University.

When nanmenfeng and his party came to the challenge arena, the number of people here surged from less than 300 to nearly 1000. Mu Pengcheng pulled Nanmen Maple through the crowd, causing a lot of abuse.

Mu Pengcheng didn\'t care. In the blink of an eye, he squeezed into front of the stage. Nanmenfeng was impressed by his cheekiness again. On the contrary, Yuan Fei, who followed behind, was full of admiration and gratitude to Mu Pengcheng.

"Elder martial brother, hasn\'t yubinglan come yet?" after Mu Pengcheng looked left and right, he whispered to the man around him.

The man looked at Mu Pengcheng from top to bottom with hostile eyes and said coldly, "what do you want to do?"

Mu Pengcheng said with a smile, "what can I do? I just want to see the style of the first beauty."

"Hum!" the man snorted coldly and said, "the toad wants to eat swan meat. What can you do if you see it?"

toad? Mu Pengcheng was unhappy and sneered, "I\'m a toad, and I don\'t deserve the rain, ice and haze. Can I deserve your virtue?"

"That\'s better than you!" the man glanced at Mu Pengcheng disdainfully.

The man\'s appearance is also handsome. Coupled with the unique temperament of martial arts practitioners, he really attracts ordinary women, but for the first beauty of Ziyun University, I\'m afraid these are far from enough.

Mu Pengcheng was speechless. Compared with his appearance, the man is obviously superior to him; Bixiu is better than him on the ninth floor of the other party\'s spiritual realm.

Nanmen Feng whispered with a smile, "well, we look beautiful, not to vomit."

Before yubinglan appeared, someone was jealous of her. Nanmen Feng also wanted to see the style of the first person in the spirit list!

At this time, someone suddenly shouted, "coming!"

"Where is it?" the crowd was in a commotion and turned around one after another.

"Look, it\'s over there!"

Nanmen Feng looked along the eyes of the crowd. She saw a woman in white slowly coming along the mountain road. Her hair was flying in the wind. She could not see her face clearly with a veil. She was slim and light. She came in front of the crowd in the blink of an eye.

The crowd immediately consciously made way of a passage, and the woman in white slowly passed through it, calmly and turning a blind eye.

The breeze blew, the skirts of women in white on the challenge arena were light, and the crowd stood quietly and looked up. It was surprisingly quiet around the challenge arena with nearly a thousand people.

"Why are you still wearing a veil? You can\'t see clearly!" Mu Pengcheng complained with disappointment.

As soon as the voice fell, Mu Pengcheng felt cold all over. He looked up and saw the angry eyes of the surrounding people gathered together. Rao Shimu Pengcheng was thick skinned and couldn\'t bear it. He quickly lowered his head.

"I hope you elders and senior brothers will forgive me for the late rain and ice haze." the woman in white whispered, her voice like a pearl falling on a jade plate.

The crowd under the stage was intoxicated by the sounds of nature.

Yubinglan said faintly, "which elder martial brother is willing to teach on the stage?"

Only those on the spiritual list are eligible to participate in the qualifying battle. At this time, the qualifying battle is coming to an end. Only yubinglan who has just arrived has not been challenged.

Is there a difference between war and non war?

The old students on the spirit list didn\'t move. The gap is too big. In the battle of the spirit list last year, the second ranked person has stepped into the real world with one foot. Even so, he failed to make ten moves under yubinglan. In full view of the public, no one wants to touch the bad luck when he knows he is defeated.

Rain ice haze pretty eyes flow, swept from the stage, "since no one is willing to go on stage to give advice, ice haze is leaving!"

Shua!