My Master is Lin Zhengying

Nan Chen stood there without moving.

Qiusheng Wencai, Jiale Qingqing looked at this Changjiang like an idiot.

Go crazy!

How crazy you are now, how embarrassing you will be in a while.

Chu Yi was helpless, but he was also ready to save people at any time.

To prevent myself, my junior, from hitting Nan Chen seriously in a short while.

This kind of thing has happened several times this week.

Every time I go to provoke casual cultivators and end up hurting them.

Seeing everyone backing away, Chang Jiang licked his tongue, still proudly:

"Boy, today I will let you know how big the gap between casual cultivators like you and disciples of our famous sect is!"

After finishing speaking, Changjiang lifted his breath.

His own cultivation was running instantly, and the profound energy in his body began to fluctuate.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible coercion struck.

"Senior Brother Changjiang has such a strong aura, it must be at the seventh level of the Yellow Rank!"

"Well, Senior Brother Changjiang is really amazing."

"I'm only at the fourth level of the yellow rank, when will I catch up with Senior Brother Changjiang!"

"..."

Several disciples of Tianshifu opened their mouths, showing envy.

Changjiang is full of complacency.

The younger generation, who can reach this level under the age of 25, is indeed considered a genius.

This Changjiang is obviously a genius.

It's a pity that what he met was Nan Chen, a cultivating monster.

Nan Chen stood there without moving, not even raising his breath.

Seeing Chu Yi, he felt nervous.

Changjiang didn't hesitate even more, and shot directly at Nanchen:

"Boy, accept the move!"

After finishing speaking, he hurried away and went straight to Guichen Chen.

But Nan Chen still didn't activate his profound energy, and still stood still.

When the people around saw it, they were puzzled at first.

Then he laughed out loud:

"Did that kid be scared stupid!"

"Hahaha, I think it's because Chang Jiang's cultivation is so powerful, he must have been fooled!"

"It's over, I don't think that kid can catch Brother Changjiang's move!"

"..."

Hearing these words, Chang Jiang felt refreshed.

He intends to do it, to defeat Nan Chen with one punch, to show how powerful he is as a disciple of the famous sect.

And the "mighty and powerful" image in front of these juniors.

Chu Yi took a deep breath, ready to rescue him.

He even shouted:

"Fellow Daoist, luck!"

But Nan Chen still stood where he was, without moving.

In his eyes, Chang Jiang's movements were not much different from those of a snail.

In a blink of an eye, Changjiang had already rushed in front of Nan Chen.

But Nan Chen still didn't move, and looked at Chang Jiang indifferently.

Not only was there no fear in the eyes, but it made Chang Jiang feel a chill in his heart.

This made him very uncomfortable.

And it was different from what he had expected. In his imagination, Nan Chen felt his powerful profound energy, and should have been terrified and hurriedly resisted.

But Nan Chen was too calm, and his eyes made him palpitate.

Chang Jiang frowned, increasing the output of profound energy.

He raised his fist and slammed it on Nan Chen's face.