Everyone has a golden finger, and I can copy

"Yang Feng, who are you calling a nobody?"

Zhao Yalan looked at the young man in fancy clothes and said coldly: "Also, don't call me Yalan, I'm not familiar with you."

The man in fancy clothes shook his folding fan and said with a smile: "Yalan, don't be angry, I don't mean to offend you, there's nothing to do, let's wait for your friend together, I Yang Feng, I love to make friends with young talents."

As he said, Yang Feng walked to Zhao Yalan's side, and Zhao Yalan took a few steps back with some disgust.

Yang Feng's face darkened, and then returned to normal: "Yalan, my martial arts skills have improved slightly recently. After your friend comes out, I will also go to the Fengyun Tower."

Yang Feng shook his folding fan, and a confident light appeared on his face.

Little girl, when you see my strength, you will definitely admire me. After I successfully enter the Jiuxiao Holy Land in three days, I will go to the Zhao family to propose marriage, and she will definitely not refuse.

Yang Feng started to laugh as he thought about it. He seemed to have seen the most beautiful woman in Tianling City, who he had been thinking about, enjoying the scene of her being under him.

So, there were a few more people waiting outside the Fengyun Tower.

Whether in ancient times or modern times, everyone likes to join in the fun. Some passers-by saw that several geniuses from Tianling City had all gathered in front of the Fengyun Tower, thinking that there was something exciting to see, so they all came over.

So, the Fengyun Tower, which was originally deserted, became crowded in a short while. 1

More and more people gathered and looked at the Fengyun Tower curiously.

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Inside the Fengyun Tower.

Mo Nan had already reached the fourth floor.

To be honest, the first three floors were not stressful for Mo Nan at all.

After all, it was just a martial arts mark, not a real strong man himself.

Although due to the magical power of the Fengyun Tower, the mark did not look weaker than the real person, it was still lacking some spiritual charm.

For the opponents in the first three levels, Mo Nan solved them with one punch, without even using the Qingfeng Sword.

The opponent in the fourth level was a heroic female martial king.

As a martial king in the Yunhai realm, she had made a qualitative leap compared to the previous three opponents.

Mo Nan's current realm is the first level of Qi Condensation Realm, and the fifth level of Qi Condensation Body Refining.

The judgment of martial artists' cultivation is based on the highest cultivation, so the female martial king's cultivation at this moment is also the first level of Qi Condensation Realm.

In fact, most martial artists take a single route, only practicing Qi or only refining the body. It is rare to see people like Mo Nan who practice Qi and Qi at the same time.

Although this female martial king is very powerful, at the same realm, even if the figures in the first three levels join forces, they will not be her opponents.

The Qingfeng Sword was unsheathed, and Mo Nan and the female martial king fought together.

Two minutes later, Mo Nan pierced the female martial king's eyebrows with a sword.

The familiar light gate appeared, and Mo Nan entered the fifth floor.

In the unchanging white space, there were fewer light spots in the void.

Mo Nan stabbed a red light spot with a sword, and the light spot shattered, and a young man in red clothes and red hair appeared in the white mist space.

There seemed to be fire in his eyes, and the scorching breath came to his face.

Is this the Martial Emperor?

Mo Nan stared at the red-haired figure in front of him, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

This was the first time he saw a strong man at the level of Martial Emperor. Although there was only a martial arts mark in front of him, its might was not comparable to the female Martial King just now.

Even if they were at the same level, Mo Nan felt that the young man in front of him could easily kill her.

Unfortunately, this was not the real Martial Emperor, and he could not see his true style.

"Fire? Then let's have a battle of water and fire!"

Mo Nan murmured, and countless water elements began to gather around him. In a moment, the hot temperature in the space began to drop rapidly.

The white space soon turned into red and blue.

Under the collision of water and fire, countless mists began to evaporate, and the two figures quickly disappeared in the mist.

The vision was blurred and could not see anything.

Just when the water and fire were in a stalemate, a sword light lit up from an unknown place and shot towards the red figure.

Sword drawing technique!

The sword light fell, and the red figure dissipated.

In the vast mist, Mo Nan was panting heavily.

In the artistic conception competition just now, he and the red-clothed martial emperor were evenly matched.

"The competition at the artistic conception level is really dangerous."

On the surface, he was just confronting the red-clothed martial emperor, and then he killed the other party with one sword.

But only Mo Nan knew the danger.

He was almost injured, and his soul was greatly damaged, which was much more serious than physical injury.

After a while, the mist dissipated, and Mo Nan entered the light gate.

The sixth floor.

It was still a vast expanse of white, and there were still dots of light floating above.

Mo Nan randomly choseOne, stabbed with a sword.

The light and shadow shattered, and an octogenarian appeared in front of Mo Nan.

Simple, ordinary.

This is the feeling the old man gave Mo Nan, he was like a real ordinary old man.

And who would have thought that such a rural old man would be a martial arts monarch in the star realm?

"Senior, please teach me!"

Although it was just a martial arts mark, Mo Nan still clasped his fists.

Then, Mo Nan took the initiative to attack, the Qingfeng sword swept away the ripples, and stabbed at the old man.

"Swords move in all directions!"

The fierce battle soon unfolded in a small space, and between the collision of swords and palms, murderous intent appeared everywhere.

A quarter of an hour later, Mo Nan pierced the old man's chest with a sword, and the mark dissipated.

Mo Nan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sat cross-legged in meditation.

He was injured, and his internal organs were in great pain.

Another quarter of an hour later, Mo Nan stood up, his injuries had recovered, and he walked to the next floor.

The seventh floor of the Fengyun Tower corresponds to the tenth realm of martial arts, the Sun and Moon Venerable, also known as the Supreme!

There are very few light spots here, less than ten.

Mo Nan randomly chose one and stabbed with his long sword.

The light spot disappeared, and a white-clothed figure with peerless beauty appeared in front of Mo Nan.

Is this the Supreme?

Mo Nan looked at the white-clothed woman in front of him, and was shocked.

Although she was only at the Qi Condensation Realm, her deep eyes seemed to have the scene of stars disappearing and the universe sinking.

Every move seemed to be in line with the great way of heaven and earth.

Is this what the Qi Condensation Realm should look like?

The peerless Supreme waved his white hand and gently caressed Mo Nan, ordinary and without any power.

Mo Nan did not dare to be careless, and quickly retreated, and the Qingfeng Sword was quickly unsheathed.

The battle was about to start.

The fierce battle brought Mo Nan unprecedented pressure.

Since Mo Nan practiced martial arts, this was the first time he felt such great pressure from a martial artist of the same level.

The fighting spirit began to burn.

And this was the seventh level, which was also the last requirement of the assessment. He must win this battle!

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