Immortal Martial God

Chapter 1089: One mind

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"Wow! This young man looks like he is only eighteen or nineteen years old, and he is actually in the realm of the ninth level of congenital!"

"It's really amazing. It's worthy of being a master of the first-class sect in the Southern Region, but it's still a little bit worse than our Northern Region."

The audience's sense of superiority spontaneously emerged, each of them puffed out their chests, not to mention how proud they were.

The envoys of the Hongyingzong also whispered to each other and pointed at Xiang Nan.

The leading emissary smiled slightly: "I have heard that Hunyuanzong masters come out in large numbers, but they are far away in the southern region, and have never had the opportunity to visit."

"Looking at it today, the number one expert among Hunyuanzong's peers is indeed inferior to our Hongyingzong's, and he is still a little short of strength."

"Maybe when I have free time, I will go to Hunyuanzong and give them some pointers."

"Oh, that can't be done." In the audience, a rich man hurriedly said: "We can't pass on our martial arts experience from the Northern Territory to the Southern Territory. They are lagging behind, so let them lag behind."

The envoy smiled slightly, and said freely: "The way of martial arts is the way of warriors in the world, and we should carry it forward instead of keeping hidden skills."

"Well said!" Wu Delong praised: "I'm free some other day, I will accompany you personally! Go to Hunyuanzong to promote martial arts!"

Standing on the ring, Xiang Nan watched them sang together with cold eyes, boasting complacently.

"Okay, the younger generation of the Wu family obeys the order." The eldest son of Wu Delong shouted.

The younger generations of the Wu family responded loudly, full of momentum, and they were ready to do something big.

The eldest son said: "Today, a total of forty-six martial arts juniors participated in the election, and their ages were determined to be between seventeen and twenty years old. They will draw lots and compete in twos. The winner must defeat Hunyuanzong's friends."

"If you win, but lose to Master Xiang of Hunyuanzong, you will be considered eliminated."

The audience immediately exclaimed, and someone said in admiration: "Mr. Wu Delong, you are really impartial. You actually set such cruel rules."

Another person echoed: "Wu Delong, a virtuous dragon!"

The game starts now.

Forty-six juniors drew lots one after another, and they were divided into groups of two.

Obviously, the lottery was arranged. The so-called Qing'er and Hong'er were all ranked first and second from the bottom. It was obviously to be the grand finale.

First of all, two juniors will fight, one with the eighth level of innate talent, the other with the ninth level of innate level, and both of them hold swords.

The two fought back and forth in the arena, very chic, and in the flickering sword shadow, the eyes of both of them were extremely sharp, as if they were going to fight each other for their lives.

The envoys of the Hongyingzong watched and nodded non-stop, and some people would suddenly point out two tricks on the spur of the moment.

In the end, the disciple of the Ninth Heavenly Layer won the victory with a narrow move.

Then, it was time to fight against "Master Xiang of Hunyuanzong".

Xiang Nan also walked over with a long sword in his hand, clasped his fists and said, "Please..."

The winning kid was in high spirits, and while Xiang Nan was speaking, he suddenly stabbed Xiang Nan's eyebrows with a sword.

Xiang Nan shook his right hand, and flicked the boy's long sword lightly with his left hand, only heard a clang, and the boy let go of the sword!

And Xiang Nan stepped forward, put the sword on the boy's neck, and said, "Accept."

The scene suddenly exploded, and everyone's eyes widened in horror, looking at Xiang Nan as if they were looking at a monster.

Next, five consecutive battles were like this!

Every young junior who wins will come to fight against Xiang Nan, and almost all of them will be defeated by Xiang Nan with one or two moves.

Xiang Nan followed Wu Delong's arrangement and deliberately wanted to win quickly.

As a result, the atmosphere at the scene was particularly depressing.

Everyone was worried, and everyone's heart was raised in their throats.

That Wu Delong's arrangement is extremely ingenious, this is what he wants! All you need is tension!

Only in this way can the audience unite as one to fight against the foreign enemies in the Southern Region.

Under such circumstances, the last few juniors of the Wu family suddenly won and defeated Xiang Nan, which would create a heroic image for the juniors of the Wu family.

This is creating momentum.

As expected, when Xiang Nan easily defeated the tenth martial arts junior, the audience's exclamation was wave after wave.

Even the envoys of the Hongyingzong began to worry.

Someone even quietly went over to ask Wu Delong how the game would go on.

Wu Delong pretended to be troubled, and said: "Hunyuanzong is indeed powerful, far beyond our imagination."

The emissary frowned and said: "Yes, I didn't expect him to be so outstanding in fighting skills. If he is placed in our Hongying Sect, he may be a famous figure."

"Mr. Wu, your Wu family has a great responsibility. You can't lose face on your own territory. I'm counting on you. You must win."

With a difficult expression, Wu Delong nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, even if I, Wu Delong, try my best to be the last junior in the family, I can't lose the face of our Northern Territory!"

"It's so good, this is the demeanor of a master." The messenger couldn't be more moved.

Their conversation could not escape the ears of Xiang Nan and the other four. These four were real masters and could hear every word clearly.

Xiao Jun lowered his head in shame, only felt that Wu Delong's face was really shamed by acting like this.

Xiaohe sneered all the time, scolding Wu Delong eighteen times in his heart.

The game was still going on, and Xiang Nan defeated the eleventh, twelfth, fourteenth, and eighteenth players.

Eighteen battles, eighteen consecutive victories.

The atmosphere at the scene was as oppressive as the eve of a storm, as if the sky had become much shorter.

The audience was frowning, feeling ashamed, and wanting to win even more.

I don't know who yelled for the Wu family to come on, but all the audience shouted together.

That Wu Delong jumped onto the ring at the right time, cupped his fists and cupped his hands to everyone: "Thanks to everyone's attention, my martial arts family will definitely throw their heads and blood, and also regain the honor for our Northern Territory!"

His words immediately won over people's hearts and received unprecedented support.

But then, Xiang Nan defeated the nineteenth and twentieth people.

There are still the last three groups, a total of six martial arts juniors.

That Wu Delong gave Xiang Nan a wink quietly, and shook Xiao Jun's life talisman in his sleeve.

it's time.

In the first battle, Na Hong'er won, so she had to fight against Xiang Nan.

Xiang Nan walked towards her, cupped his fists and said, "Please..."

"Speech!" That Hong'er spit on Xiang Nan's chest and scolded, "You dog thief! Dare to come to our Northern Territory to show off your power, you really have the guts of a bear!"

A little girl with a marked appearance, spitting at a big man, is really a bit inelegant.

But Hong'er's actions like this actually won the whole house applause.

People from the Northern Territory, united as one, are determined to defeat the "dog thief" in the Southern Territory today!

Xiang Nan had no expression at first, but after seeing Wu Delong's threatening eyes, he could only pretend to be angry, and laughed loudly: "Northern warriors, who don't even have one who can fight, dare to speak nonsense in front of me?"

"What did you say!" Many envoys of the Hongying Sect stood up one after another, pointing at Xiang Nan and cursing.

The audience also began to curse, and someone even threw a wine jar at Xiang Nan.

That Hong'er moved her nostrils angrily, and said, "Look at the sword!"