Through the nine days of skyrocketing

The Jingchi River has long been crowded with people.

Regardless of whether they are monks or not, Fengcheng will come to join in the fun every time the racing ceremony is held.After all, it is a grand event held every five years, and the hawkers selling snacks who shuttled through the crowd made a living for countless people.

Nan Wei picked up "Death of Dead Wood" and quietly sneaked into the crowd without being noticed by anyone.The people around felt as if someone was squeezing around, but when they looked at it, there was no abnormality, it was just their own illusion.

But his soul consciousness penetrated farther, and he could clearly see where the Nan clan members were. Nan Bingli seemed to have a worried expression on his face, but Nan Fei beside him had a happy expression on his face.

Nan Wei's soul consciousness "looked" to the other side——

Nan Wei regrets: I don't know how long this girl Dangui has been crying, she seems to be tired from crying now, I am afraid that her tears will shrink back when the deity shows up.

Nanny Yan was comforting Dangui in a low voice, but there was deeper worry hidden in her eyes, watching the turbulent torrent at the corner of the Jingchi River.

"Has that Immortal Master Chunyu still failed to rescue the elder brother?" asked Nanny Yan.

Nan Bingli said: "There is no movement at this time, and they must still be fighting fiercely with that demon cultivator."

Sure enough, the evenly matched Demon Cultivator and Sword Cultivator were still fighting in the Jingchi River——Before Nan Wei broke the ban and entered the ancestor's cave, he estimated that the battle between the two would last for quite a long time.

Because the strength difference between Songhe and Jianxiu is almost the same, between brothers.Demon cultivator Songhe has a slightly higher cultivation base, but sword cultivator attacks are sharper and more lethal.Moreover, the sword cultivator pays attention to never returning, and with the attention of the outside world, unless the strong demon cultivator cuts his wrist, it will not be easy to escape.

Of course, if they had finished fighting, Nan Wei would have to use other methods to show up, such as pulling out that nonexistent white-bearded grandpa to talk about it.

But since the demon cultivator and the sword cultivator are still fighting fiercely, it is much more convenient for Nan Wei.

Without thinking, he picked up the "Dead Tree Jue" again.

This kind of breath-holding method, in addition to making the body show the level of cultivation that you want to let others see, it also has other magical effects.One is to make his breath, heartbeat, and fluctuations of spiritual energy disappear without a trace. From the outside, it seems that he is just a piece of dead wood.

Nan Wei chose a place a little farther away to sink into the water quietly, and kept approaching the two who were fighting fiercely.

Compared with being restrained by Songhe at that time, and also within its attack range after being released, Nan Wei now has a greater certainty that he will not be affected.He cautiously came not far behind Jianxiu, and with a sweep of his soul consciousness, he knew that their battle had come to an end.

I saw Songhe waved the flag pole in his hand again, the thick black air pushed out the flowing water, and turned into countless animal shapes, coming towards the sword repairer ferociously and ferociously.

The sword cultivator still pinched the magic formula, the sword light flickered, blocking Songhe's attack.

Although the two of them didn't show the slightest bit of fatigue, the sword repairer looked cold, but Song He's eyes flashed brightly, obviously showing a bit of retreat.

Nan Wei's eyes moved, and he suddenly floated up, and appeared close to the water surface, his head was up and down, and he shouted: "The Immortal Master has won! The Immortal Master has won!"

The two people in the water were startled, Song He looked at Nan Wei who suddenly appeared in surprise, Jianxiu gave Nan Wei a cold look, but his moves were as close as a move.

Songhe had intended to retreat a long time ago, seeing this, he finally made a feint, fighting to get his shoulder scratched by the sword light, he pulled away decisively and flew away.

Jianxiu rushed out from the Jingchi River, picked up Nan Wei and threw it on the bank, and nodded slightly to Nan Bingli: "Finally, I have lived up to my trust."

Nan Wei looked at him coldly. Although Nan Bingli seemed to be sincerely thanking him, when Madam Yan and Dan Gui rushed over to help Nan Wei, the father's eyes flickered.

The sword cultivator had already returned to the viewing platform, and in Nan Wei's soul consciousness, Nan Bingli had been staring at his back inquiringly.

He sneered in his heart, and didn't bother to pay attention to Nan Bingli anymore, and turned his attention to Dangui.

When the girl saw him, she first stopped crying, and looked up and down with Madam Yan overjoyed, then she started crying again, probably crying with joy.

Yan Momo laughed and said, "Eldest brother has returned safely, so why are you crying?"

Dangui shrank back with tears: "Yes, yes, I shouldn't cry, the young master is very good..."

Nan Wei regretted not stopping Madam Yan from speaking.

Yan Momo said again: "Brother, what kind of injury did you suffer when you were taken captive by that demon cultivator?"

Nan Wei showed a shy smile: "Don't worry, mama, I'm fine. Fortunately, there was that immortal master to save me."

Nanny Yan glanced at the viewing platform gratefully: "That's right, if you are able to join the Immortal Sect this time, you should thank the Immortal Master very much."

Nan Wei nodded obediently: "I will."

It's no wonder... the deity can come back with all the needs and tails because the deity is smart enough, so it has nothing to do with that sword repair!

Now that the demon cultivator who came to smash the scene has retreated, the Fengcheng race will continue as usual.

It was still on the Qingshi platform that they had seen five years ago, and a group of people were fighting.

Nan Wei was also one of them. In the first match, he met a disciple from the Xu family, another big family in Fengcheng.This person is called Xu Tong, and when he jumped onto the blue stone platform, his spirits were flying high, and he seemed to be very detached.

Nan Wei took a second look at him, because Xu Tong's appearance was indeed outstanding—although he was not as good as Nan Bingli and the two young men beside him, let alone Nan Heng, but his handsome eyebrows and slender eyes set off the lively and lively look. His temperament seemed to be a little more dazzling.

Xu Tong said: "Please!"

As soon as the voice fell, the long sword in his hand made a move, and several green brilliance shot straight at Nanwei like arrows.

Nan Wei hurriedly dodged, and also pulled out Jin Yan's cane and waved it, knocking all the green lights that could not escape into the air.

Xu Tong raised his eyebrows, and said with great interest: "I've never heard of you before, but your ability is not bad!"

Nan Wei smiled slightly: "You were the one who attacked just now, now it's my turn."

This time, Nan Wei didn't wait for the other party's reaction, and with the same pinch formula, while Jin Yan was dancing the cane, the golden and red light arrows shot towards Xu Tong.

Xu Tong didn't care, and casually took out a small bowl-shaped ritual vessel.

It turned around and sprayed several green light mist from it, covering Xu Tong's body completely.

Nan Wei smiled: "Brother Xu, don't you want to hide?"

Xu Tong proudly said: "There is no need to do that!"

However, just as he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed!

Because the green light mist sprayed out of the bowl was getting thinner and thinner under the waving and whipping of the "magic weapon" in Nan Wei's hand!

"You—" Xu Tong was taken aback, and quickly took out a khaki talisman to activate it.

But seeing several khaki shields appearing in front of him, they blocked Nan Wei's attack after all.

It's just that Xu Tong's face is full of pain, and he knows that using the bowl-shaped magic weapon and defensive talisman has caused him to bleed a lot!

Up to now, Xu Tong is also in a dilemma.After thinking for a while, he gritted his teeth and took out another talisman.

I saw that after this silvery talisman was activated, a silver sword light was like a flying rainbow, slashing down towards Nanwei like a broken bamboo!

"Silver sword true talisman?" Nan Wei recognized what this talisman was, and raised his eyebrows, "The wealth is not low."

At the same time, everyone on the viewing platform was also paying attention to the Qingshi platform where he and Xu Tong were fighting.

There will be many bluestone platforms facing each other at the same time in the racing ceremony, but the guests can choose which one they want to watch.It was probably because in just a few breaths, Xu Tong had successively used the bowl-shaped magic weapon, the defensive talisman and the real silver sword talisman, so that the monks from the sect condescended to look at it.

"Hey, isn't that young man the one that Brother Chunyu saved just now?" A young man in a dark blue brocade robe recognized Nan Wei.

Chunyu Lishan glanced coldly, frowned imperceptibly, but didn't have any intention of answering him.

On the other side, there was a middle-aged monk whose eyes flickered for a moment, and nodded thoughtfully.

Seeing his actions, a monk sitting across from this person smiled and said: "Brother Kong Dao, could it be that the noble sect has taken a fancy to this young man? I know he is a member of the Nan clan, but the noble sect will definitely send Nan to him this time." Taking my younger brother under the family, is it possible that you still want to catch all the good seedlings of the Nan clan?"

The monk surnamed Kong said: "What is a good seedling? Could it be that Brother Ning sees something extraordinary about this young man?"

Cultivator surnamed Ning said: "What's so special about it... sorry I can't see it, but he was able to stand up to the young man who was a little higher than him, and let the other party use up a lot of cards , it is self-evident.”

The monk surnamed Kong smiled slightly: "It's a pity that this son's spiritual roots are quite mixed, and it's hard to say where he will go in the future."

Chunyu Lishan suddenly said: "If Brother Kong Dao has no intentions for him, my Taiyi Sect would like to take him under his sect. In my opinion, he seems to have an innate intuition for fighting. Although the spiritual root seems to be mixed, it may not be without where it can be made."

The pupils of the monk surnamed Kong shrank suddenly, and said: "It's not right, everyone knows that our Nanhua sect and the Nan clan have always been close, so don't stretch your hands too far."

Chunyu Lishan stared at him coldly: "Since the noble sect may not be able to see his extraordinaryness, why should he be accepted? If the cultivation is not done properly, isn't the noble sect worried about ruining this child?"

The monk surnamed Kong raised his chin and snorted to express his dissatisfaction: "Brother Chunyu, don't say it so seriously, you just ruined this kid! My Nanhua sect is not as good as the noble sect, but it is tens of thousands of miles away. A resounding sect! I'm afraid he will be so happy that he won't be able to sleep in the middle of the night if he finds out that he can enter my Nanhua sect."

While they are back and forth with hidden wits, the battle between Nan Wei and Xu Tong is coming to an end.

In the end, Xu Tong's spiritual power was exhausted and he was defeated.He glared at Nan Wei angrily, and jumped off the blue stone platform.

Just like the selection in the clan, Nan Wei has won consecutively in the past two days.Although his record is not the most conspicuous among all the participating monks, he can also be regarded as a dark horse that turned out in this competition ceremony, which attracted a lot of discussion from everyone, and he was in the limelight for a while.

However, although Nan Wei was smiling, the smile did not reach the bottom of the eyes, but the bottom of the eyes flashed a bit thoughtfully.