As expected, Nangong Lingyue saw Yu Wenfeng smiling at Nangong Shenge, but Nangong Shenge looked grateful.
This favor was extremely shameless. In order to win over Nangong Chenge, Yu Wenfeng even lost his face.
However, this also shows the respect and desire of this dynasty for warriors.
Fang Yang had already been carried down, and now only Nangong Aoxuan, who was holding the golden sword in his hand, was left.
The golden sword in his hand was still dazzling, and the golden light flowed on the blade, reflecting the drops of blood on it. It also highlighted Nangong Aoxuan's face that was excited about victory, a little proud, a little arrogant, but
More bloodthirsty.
Nangong Aoxuan straightened his body, raised the sword in his hand, and said to everyone, "Who still wants to challenge?"
These words were extremely arrogant. It seemed that he, Nangong Aoxuan, was the only master in the world. It immediately made countless people in the audience dissatisfied, but no one dared to say it out.
Everyone can see that after this battle, the prince deliberately favors the Nangong family, but Nangong Shenge is a real person. If he is a future Martial Lord, with these two people supporting him, who will be able to go there after being full?
Looking for something to smoke?
Nangong Lingyue just snorted disdainfully at this, saying that using force to make friends was all bullshit. It was just Yu Wenfeng taking this opportunity to recruit talents for himself and strengthen his personal power.
Look at these ministers again. Now that they can walk in the court, which one is not cunning and scheming? What Nangong Lingyue could figure out, everyone suddenly understood. Who would risk death now?
To challenge Nangong Aoxuan, wouldn't it mean becoming an enemy of the prince and having trouble with the Nangong family?
So, Nangong Aoxuan shouted nearly ten times in the field, but no one came out to fight. Now he felt even more proud, "Humph, it's really boring, there is no opponent!"
Just when Nangong Aoxuan raised his proud peacock tail, someone finally answered.
"I come!"
The next moment, Qu'an, who was wearing a black brocade robe, actually walked out with a smile, walked up to Nangong Aoxuan, clasped his fists and congratulated him, "Congratulations, Aoxuan, it seems that the number one person among our younger generation is not you.
It’s none other than a tiger father and a dog son! I believe that in the near future, there will be another Martial Master in the Nangong family!”
Regarding Qu An's compliments, Nangong Aoxuan proudly accepted them all, looking even more complacent, and nodded, "That's natural!"
"Hehe..." Qu'an smiled obscenely, making his scalp numb.
"Hey, since you've come to challenge me, let's get started. Don't keep everyone waiting for too long!" Nangong Aoxuan said immediately, looking at Qu An with even more disdain. Obviously, he didn't regard Qu An as his opponent at all.
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In response to Nangong Aoxuan's naked contempt, Qu'an was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled. He suddenly took Nangong Aoxuan's hand, with a cunning and complacent expression, but his tone was very sincere, and said, "I said, Aoxuan
Xuan, please stop attacking me. Can I win against you? I can guarantee that I was defeated by you before I even showed my weapon, so we’d better not fight!"
When Nangong Aoxuan heard this, he became even more proud, with a bit of disdain in his eyes, and then asked, "If you don't want to fight, then why are you here?"