The territory of Po Yan was occupied by the Ghost King Sha. The captives also made blood oaths and were then incorporated into the Ghost Wind and left in the Central Region. Po Yan and Nan Fengqian even gave them a big deal.

After the mercenary meeting, the group of people who Po Yan were their base in Zhongzhou. This Zhongzhou should be the division of the Ghost King Sha.

In the past two days, the Central Region has been surging and unpredictable. The mercenary conference has officially begun. Mercenaries from various continents have gathered in the ground at this moment, with friendly faces, but they all have hidden edges.

With the rumbling sound, the Zhongzhou General Mercenary Conference officially began!

"Don't you go and see?" Nan Yuchen raised his eyebrows and gently rubbed Nan Fengqian's hair in his hand. The gentleness between his eyebrows was revealed.

Nan Fengqian was charming with the corners of his lips, "If you can't win this first game, it's not my Ghost King Sha." In the first game, the mercenary team entered the environment to hunt spirit beasts. Take half of it to enter the next competition. Nan Fengqian has always been relieved to sit here and drink tea quietly at this moment.

Nan Yuchen was about to say something when Leng Yue's figure suddenly appeared, and Nan Yuchen's face darkened. "Qianqian, I'll deal with some things. Take this place here by obediently. No one can get in except me."

Nan Fengqian nodded. There was a ban on this yard. Unless Nan Yuchen agreed, those who wanted to enter this yard would be surrounded by people.

After Nan Yuchen left, Nan Fengqian directly drilled into the space and began to tinker with her refining tools. Recently, she was stuck in the holy treasure weapon, and the next level of the holy treasure weapon was the imperial weapon.

Closed his eyes, Nan Fengqian began to read the contents of the Chaos Code in his mind, and looked over and over again, constantly absorbing these things in his mind.

Since the last time she comprehended the Dandao Pavilion, her spiritual sea has expanded beyond her own imagination and has also brought her obvious advantages.

With a sucking palm, she sucked the little green furnace over. The last time she killed the slaughter in the moonlight jungle was a treasure. Now half of it is left. The ones obtained from the ruins are all good materials for refining weapons.

Throw all the materials needed into Xiaoqing's belly, and a flash of palm, Nan Fengqian directly used Chaos Wuji Flame in his left hand, and swallowed Tianhong Flame in his right hand, and attacked on both sides!

Love!

The flames instantly boiled the stove. Nan Fengqian's mental power began to enter the stove over and over again and stir it up. A pattern appeared in her mind at this moment.

The thing on the pattern was the most familiar to her, so Nan Fengqian was so familiar to her every part, and she was also very skillful to refine it at this moment.

Soon, the things in the Xiaoqing stove had already taken shape, and Nan Fengqian's forehead also had a few thin sweat, and the pattern appeared in Nan Fengqian's mind again.

It was a very cool snatch. Nan Fengqian called the name of heaven as Shura, which captured the heart and destroyed the soul of others. The gun god was pitch black, and the spear head was lit up with a ray of red, as terrifying as blood.

Slowly, the shape in the stove had formed, and a black gun body had appeared. Nanfeng turned his palm and poured a drop of Delai's purification liquid last time. A very fast black stone appeared in the palm of his palm and threw it in.

If she had consumed so much mental power in the past, Nan Fengqian must have felt uncomfortable at this moment, but now she doesn't feel this way, as if she has been using up her mental power.

"After my god, name you Shura. The fire of cultivation for the rest of my life, the image of Luo Wanbao." Nan Fengqian stared at the strong body in the furnace, and his mental power turned into white smoke and penetrated into the furnace!

The flames heat up again!

Dong! Dong!

The Xiaoqing stove began to vibrate, and the amplitude became larger and larger! Until a sneer, I remembered it!

"Yoyou, Imperial weapon, my aunt is pretty good." Qian Mei's voice suddenly sounded in Nan Fengqian's mind, and Nan Fengqian's gaze seemed to be frozen on this gun at this moment.

Shura has been with her for eight years. In these eight years, she can't use any other good gun, but Shura seems to be born for her. Ghost King Sha, Shura, each person and every shot, she dominates the entire killer world.

Now, when the gun was refined by her, Nan Fengqian couldn't breathe the feeling in her heart. Her Shura was severely trampled by the man that night, and she was sent to the laboratory.

I think it's really a mockery. She trusts people who are so much like her. Well, cause and effect will always lead to reincarnation.

After retracting his thoughts, Nan Fengqian sucked out of the stove, and more than a dozen black bullets appeared in Nan Fengqian's hand and put them into the bullet hole. Nan Fengqian's body flashed and suddenly came out of the weapon refining pavilion.

His ears moved slightly, and when he heard Hua Huo playing with Huohuo at this moment, Nan Fengqian suddenly raised the spear in his hand and aimed at a bamboo in Hua Qinghan's left ear.

Whoosh!

With the sound silence function and Nan Fengqian's spiritual power, the range of the bullet has increased dozens of times. At this moment, the bamboo forest that is hundreds of miles away is slightly trembling.

Whoosh!

The bullet passed through Hua Qinghan's ear and rushed straight into a long bamboo in front of him, two, three, four, and five! A total of twenty bamboos!

Qian Mei, behind her, looked at the black lump in Nan Fengqian's hand with disbelief at the moment, and she no longer knew what she had said.

Such accurate aiming power! Such a terrible attack!

"What is this?" Even Liuhuo was attracted by the product he had never seen before. He looked at the black stick in Nan Fengqian's hand with some surprise.

"It's called Shura." Nan Fengqian's charming red lips slightly raised, and his eyes looked at the gun in his hand and suddenly smiled, like a dangerous poppy, emitting a fatal temptation.

She decided that she wanted to give the Ghost King one. "I'm going to the weapon refining pavilion, Huahua, go out and watch, don't call me if you have nothing to do." After Nan Fengqian finished the explanation, he went straight into the weapon refining room.

Mercenary Conference—

Beikuxia and Nanyu families each sent an elder to sit in the first place. Watching the mercenary competition, at this moment, a huge screen on the stage was playing the performance of the mercenary group in the environment.

It is somewhat similar to the mercenary conference in Qingyang Town at the time, and the content of the competition is almost the same. This is much more spectacular than the trend of Qingyang Town.

Among the crowd, Long Kong and the other two who had not left, were trembling and excited when they watched all this, because they found that the techniques and movements of the Ghost King Sha were exactly the same as theirs.

Their techniques were all from Feng Qian Sect later. Compared with everything before, it was easy to know Feng Qian's identity. At this moment, the tiger's eyes were excited and shocked!

"It's him! It's really him! Ghost King Sha!" The third brother was stunned at this moment. Such a powerful person was actually the one who led them to win the mercenary conference.

No wonder, no wonder he could bring Long Kong back to life with his actions, and even soar into the sky, becoming the pride of Qingyang Town. Long Kong is so lucky.

"So fast!" Lao Wu felt that he had no other words at this moment. The shocking speed of the Ghost King was exactly the same as that of Feng Qianyi.

How can such a mercenary team not succeed?

At this moment, Qinghe Ye Meihua Meimei Meiyuemei each led a team, divided the work and cooperated with each other, and knew the meaning with one look, and knew how the remaining people would cooperate with each other with one action.

They seem to be a whole, their body speed is always faster than the brain's thinking, and observing orders has almost become their instinct.

The technique was ruthless and neat. Not to mention that the onlookers had forgotten their words at this moment, even the mercenary group that also competed with them were shocked.

Especially yesterday, when he saw Feng Luo slaughtering the flames, Feng Luo's leader's eyes were taboo and cautious at this moment. He thought that what he had thought about before might need to be changed. In any case, Feng Luo did not plan to participate again.

Time seemed like flowing water. Nan Fengqian was using his mental power like flowing water. Ghost King Sha was refreshing their records of mercenaries.

A week passes in the blink of an eye.

Within this week, Ghost King Sha successfully became a dark horse this year, completely beating other mercenary teams. For a time, the leaders of several major mercenary teams did not look good.

At this moment, Nan Yuchen's yard began to change. The surrounding restrictions were moved, and Nan Fengqian could sense them even in the space.

Nan Fengqian calmed down and completed the last step. His forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat, and he was also refining weapons that he had not eaten or drunk for a week. At this moment, I am afraid that Nan Fengqian could not bear it anymore.

After a while, Nan Fengqian turned his palm and the medicine furnace vibrated. The next moment! I was over!

With a few loud noises, the gun body was emitting one after another, and there was a faint golden light on its body. Two hundred and nine imperial weapons were born one by one at this moment. There was a faint yellow light outside the Nan Yuchen yard, and a faint glow was shining in the sky.

After collecting these imperial weapons, Nan Fengqian had no time to take a closer look, the abnormal movement in the yard made Nan Fengqian suddenly leave his space.

Zhishu's body suddenly entered the yard, his face looked ugly. "What happened? Who is the person outside?" The restriction was obviously touched. Nan Fengqian frowned, and when he saw Zhishu's bad face, he felt deep in his heart.

"It's the head of the family. The master cannot come back at this moment. The head of the family cannot know that the master has left. Leng Yue and Leng Yu are not here now." Zhishu's eyebrows were frowning at this moment.

Nan Fengqian's eyes turned cold. The next moment she had already made a decision in her heart. "How is Achen treating his father?" Nan Fengqian's heart was extremely calm at this moment.

"Indifference, disgust, or even hatred." Zhishu was shocked and immediately understood what Nan Fengqian meant and breathed a sigh of relief. Zhishu's words made Nan Fengqian's eyes sink.

The next moment, Nan Fengqian's body changed, and Nan Fengqian's illusion directly borrowed Huahua's illusion, and coupled with her fifth level of ashes, he might not recognize the head of the Nan Yu family, even if the person standing in front of her at this moment was the head of the Nan Yu family.

Is indifference, disgust, or even hatred? Nan Fengqian felt a little sad in his heart. Sure enough, the only hope for the children of aristocratic families in this life is family affection.

Nan Fengqian was wearing a white robe at this moment, with the same appearance as Nan Yuchen and the same momentum as Nan Yuchen, and was not inferior to Zhishu.

Even the person who had been staying by Nan Yuchen could not recognize whether the person in front of him was the master, let alone Nan Yuhuang.

"Zhishu, open the ban." Xie Mei, with a magnetic voice, sat in her position with a tilted body, poured out a glass of sake, and slowly tasted it. She held a book in her right hand and looked at it carefully.

At this moment, Zhishu really thought that the person in front of him was Nan Yuchen. His exact movements and his exact same eyes really looked like the same person.

Zhishu waved his hand and the house seemed to have shaken. After a while, Nan Yuhuang's voice came from the door. "Chen'er? Are you there?"

The door was opened by Zhishu. Nan Yuhuang walked in in a yellow robe, his expression on his face was unknown, and he was holding an invitation in his hand.

"Is there anything wrong?" "Nan Yuchen's eyelids didn't raise his eyelids, and his eyes seemed to be stuck in the book, and he occasionally fed himself a glass of wine.

"Chen'er, this is an invitation from the Beiku family. In less than two days, it will be the birthday of the eldest lady of the Beiku family. My father all need to go to watch the mercenary conference. Why don't you go there for your father?" Nan Yuhuang held a gold-burned post in his hand and placed it in front of "Nan Yuchen".

"Ha, my father is really thinking about it for me." "Nan Yuchen" sneered, and slowly touched the gold-burned invitation with his fingers. The smile at the corner of his lips was cold and mocking.

"Chen'er, it's for your own good." Nan Yuhuang said earnestly, and saw that his son did not refuse at all this time, and he had some expectations.

"Good it to your other son. Zhishu, see off the guests." "Nan Yuchen" directly pushed the post in his hand gently, and his eyes fell on the books again, and he didn't even look at Nan Yuhuang.

Nan Yuhuang was stunned, and his chest was so angry that he was undulating, but he had no other words. In addition, Zhishu was standing there in great cooperation at this moment and asked someone out. He stood up angrily, "You have to go to this Beiku family, and you have to go even if you don't go." After the words, he was afraid that Nan Yuchen would refuse, so he stood up and left.

After the background disappeared, Nan Fengqian looked at the invitation on the table coldly, and the corners of his lips curled up to his heart. A flame suddenly appeared in his hand, directly burning the invitation!

At this time, a sudden vibration came from the space, and Beiluo Mingju rushed in with a long sword! Nan Fengqian's eyes suddenly became cold, and the long sword had already cut in front of her!

When he saw who it was, Nan Fengqian was not at all ruthless, and a flame emerged with a slight sound in his hand! The gray light bounced off his weapon directly, and the flames suddenly began to burn along his clothes!

"You are not A Chen! Who are you?" Beiluo Mingju looked at the exact same "Nan Yuchen" a year ago with a cold tone with a cold murderous intent.

If it weren't for the flames she had just come out, he wouldn't have recognized that the person in front of him was not A Chen. After all, even he was confused with the same momentum and appearance!

Nan Fengqian's body suddenly turned, and his charming and peerless appearance in a fiery red gauze dress made Bei Luo Mingju open his eyes wide. "Nan Fengqian?" It turned out that Nan Fengqian transformed?

Her illusion? But, "Do you know I still burn me?" The grievance was aggrieved by Beiluo Mingju at first glance. His robe was burned ugly at this moment. It often affected his image.

Nan Feng Qian raised his phoenix eyes and spread his little hands as he spread his "self-defense." It's good that you didn't burn it to death. You dare to attack her behind your back.

"But you just burned the invitation from the Beiku family like this?" Beiluo Mingju didn't complain when she saw her like this, got up from the ground, and looked at Zhishu who didn't help.

Nan Fengqian's eyes flashed, and a golden light flashed in his hand, and an exact invitation appeared in Nan Fengqian's hands. Now, anything she had seen could imitate an exact appearance. It was not simple, but its appearance, and its breath. This is the highest realm of illusion.
To be continued...