Immortal Martial God

Chapter 330 Finals

Xiang Nan felt the strange changes in his meridians and couldn't say anything for a moment. He only felt that his entire body was incomparably unobstructed.

He thought that perhaps this was what Senior Half Gourd had said, that he would be reborn after bathing in flames and ascend another level.

Such a mysterious artistic conception made Xiang Nan very curious and enjoyable, and he even forgot about the time.

Three days later, the fourth day.

All the spectators had rushed to the arena since last night. Today was the day of the finals of the Joint Examination, and the victory and defeat of the Haoran Sect was at stake.

On this day, there were no more contestants in the entire competition area. Everyone went to the spectator stands.

Regardless of whether it was Murong Wanqing's disciples from the five great families, or Mo Hai, Li Qingchuan, or the cavalry sect, they were old friends who had long known Xiang Nan.

Or perhaps those who had only heard of Xiang Nan's glorious deeds, but were not familiar with Xiang Nan, were waiting in the spectator stands to cheer for Xiang Nan.

Mr. Storyteller had already used his "brush and flower"-like tongue to describe Xiang Nan's battle to its gods, causing countless Haotian citizens to yearn incomparably for this battle.

A sea of people. Nearly 200,000 spectators sat quietly in the huge valley. Not a single one of them spoke out. This was their greatest respect for Xiang Nan with their deep silence.

In the center of the valley, on a new arena, Yi Dong was standing quietly, waiting for his opponent.

Seeing that the sun had risen, there was still no movement in the direction of the Haoran Sect. Everyone continued to wait.

In the middle of the day, when the sun was blazing hot, Yi Dong was still the only person on the stage.

In the afternoon, some of the spectators finally couldn't sit still and began to whisper.

"Although today is the last battle, as long as we can finish it by tomorrow, there's no need to drag it out for so long, right?"

"Could it be that Xiang Nan is scared? He can't withstand such a huge psychological pressure and chose to flee?"

"Bullshit! Actually, Xiang Nan is someone who has no responsibility. I'm afraid he's too seriously injured to come …"

"I don't think so. A martial artist's body is incomparably strong. Even if his limbs are cut off, he can still pick them up, right? He can also crawl over to greet the audience and give them an explanation, right?"

In the afternoon, when the weather was at its hottest, Xiang Nan still hadn't appeared.

The elders of the twelve sects began to whisper, discussing what to do in today's finals.

Elder Shi Beihong stepped into the air and said to Yi Dong, "Xiang Nan has delayed. Yi Dong, you are qualified to fight for your rights. If Xiang Nan does not arrive in the evening, you can directly apply for the championship of the Joint Examination."

"Do you want to apply in advance now?"

The audience roared.

Yi Dong held his right hand behind his back and shook his head, "I don't want the title of champion, I want victory."

"Well said!"

At this moment, a thunderous roar resounded in the sky. All the spectators turned their heads and saw a man flying high in the western sky.

The corner of Yi Dong's mouth rose slightly, "You came after all."

At that moment, the crowd applauded loudly.

Xiang Nan withdrew his Yuan Qi wings from the sky, fell down, and steadily stood on the arena. action

"Coming! Haha, Xiang Nan is coming!" Mo Hai and Li Qingchuan excitedly grabbed each other's arms and shook them hard.

Xiang Nan landed on the ground and waved his robe. He cupped his fists and said, "I've kept you waiting!"

Yi Dong smiled faintly, "A confidant is hard to find, and a strong enemy is hard to meet. What's the harm of waiting for a year?"

"What a straightforward man!" Xiang Nan exhaled and took out two wine jars, "Drink?"

Yi Dong shook his head and said, "Help yourself."

Xiang Nan laughed heartily as he held two wine jars in his hands and drank heavily.

After three days and three nights of torment, he needed the liquor to be straightforward to dilute it. When the fiery liquor flowed down his throat into his stomach, Xiang Nan suddenly felt a hundred times more energetic and his entire body was filled with joy.

After drinking all the good wine and throwing the wine jar out of the arena, Xiang Nan said, "From the standpoint of the enemy, I am determined to defeat you. From the standpoint of a martial artist, I appreciate what you said just now."

Yi Dong, on the other hand, took the initiative to take out his right hand and cupped his fists, saying, "I also appreciate Brother Xiang's courage. You have to hide a move when fighting against Xiang Long, risking your life."

"You should be doing this not to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, but for the sake of the overall situation of the Haoran Sect, right?"

Xiang Nan was slightly stunned. "You can see it."

Yi Dong smiled and said, "If I'm not mistaken, there shouldn't be only one avatar like you."

Hearing this, the audience was stunned. Could Xiang Nan's avatar release more? Then why didn't he do this when he was fighting Xiang Long?

Was it to preserve strength and preserve the mysteries of the trump card?

Thinking of this, everyone was moved. They were going to lose their lives, and they could still hold back for the next battle. This kind of courage was truly not something an ordinary person could possess. If it was him, he would probably have thrown out all of his trump cards long ago.

"Alright, now I declare that the final of the twelve joint examinations will officially begin!" Elder Shi Beihong finally gave the last order that everyone was looking forward to.

"Please!" Xiang Nan made an invitation gesture to Yi Dong.

"Please!" Yi Dong also waved his right hand.

Xiang Nan smiled faintly. The gesture of "please" suddenly changed. He held his palm and saw the huge saber on his back buzzing. It flew out with a whoosh and accurately landed in his hand.

Yi Dong's eyes moved slightly, "So beautiful!"

As he spoke, Yi Dong raised his right hand high up, the bandages on his arm scattered, and a golden eyeball condensed above his head.

When the golden light from the eyeball shone down, Yi Dong's strength soared to the fifth level of the Origin Realm. He took off his long hair three times and shot towards Xiang Nan.

These three long hairs were vigorous and powerful! It actually had the tenacity of an ancient pine, as well as the unyielding sharpness of a saber and spear!

However, Xiang Nan only raised his left hand slightly. At first, he didn't even have any Yuan Qi in his palm. When he caught the three long hairs, Yuan Qi suddenly appeared! Moreover, it came without warning, at a time when his speed was swift and violent.

In an instant, his three long hairs were caught in unison, while Xiang Nan poured his Yuan Qi into the arena without moving back a single bit.

Yi Dong's eyes flashed with a strange expression, "What a smooth Yuan Qi!"

If a martial artist wanted to release more Yuan Qi within a given period of time, the speed of releasing Yuan Qi based on his own body was far from enough. Then, he had to rely on powerful martial skills to achieve an instant explosion of Yuan Qi!

At this moment, the number of meridians in Xiang Nan's body was already incomparably complex, four times that of humans! This meant that at the same time, he could unleash more Yuan Qi than normal people could do without exploding Yuan Qi!

At the same time, it also meant that no matter what kind of martial skill Xiang Nan cultivated, it would be four times smoother than ordinary human martial artists!

"Yi Dong, if you use this kind of method again, you'll probably look down on me a little." Xiang Nan flipped his left hand, and his long hair sliced through the sky three times before bouncing back towards Yi Dong.

That Yi Dong did not dodge or dodge. Three strands of long hair struck his body, and three crisp clanging sounds were heard, causing Yi Dong to shake so much that he slid half a step backwards.

Yi Dongdaqi said, "You can do it too?"

Xiang Nan smiled faintly. "I couldn't do it before, but I can do it now."

In the spectator stands, half a gourd took a sip of old wine and shook its head. "Kid Xiang Nan has made a profit this time. After dying, he will be able to exchange for something that ordinary people cannot."

"Life? Luck!"