My Master is Lin Zhengying

Across Shuzhong, the strength is strong and the background is profound.

The disciples in the sect are all elites.

Ordinary casual cultivators offended them, so they could only grit their teeth and endure it, because they couldn't afford to offend them.

But Nan Chen didn't intend to retreat at this moment.

His eyes were sharp, and he stared at the leader of the Qingcheng sect disciple.

The disciple was wearing a white and blue Taoist robe of the Qingcheng sect, with a bun on his head.

With an arrogant face, he didn't pay attention to Nan Chen and others at all.

Seeing that Nan Chen and others dared to confront them and force him to apologize, this made him very upset.

He was a dignified disciple of the Qingcheng sect, and apologized to an unknown casual cultivator.

Still in full view, being forced to apologize.

If this gets out, where will his face be put?

Thinking of this, the Qingcheng disciple took another step forward.

Staring at Nan Chen fiercely, then said:

"Boy, I don't want to give you some flair. You don't know how powerful my Qingcheng disciple is."

Nan Chen smiled.

Among his peers, he really doesn't care about anyone now.

In addition, he had beaten the third young master of the Dong family, Dong Tianpeng.

I went up the mountain and left Chang Jiang, a disciple of Longhu Mountain. Now there are not many more of you.

"Really! Then I just wanted to see it.

How many catties and taels do you have, a disciple of the Qingcheng School? "

The situation is tense.

The surrounding onlookers began to discuss continuously.

"Brother forget it!

He is the second disciple of Qingcheng School.

The wind is hundreds of miles, and the strength is extremely strong. "

I don't know who yelled like that.

As soon as the words came out, the surroundings instantly exploded.

Everyone was dumbfounded, staring at Feng Baili in front of Nan Chen in surprise.

"Is there any mistake, he is Feng Baili, the one with the extremely strong wind travel technique?"

"Although I am from Hebei.

But I've heard of him.

The strong among the younger generation. "

"No, it's very strong.

Not to mention a black card casual cultivator.

As far as the young and strong from all factions, he has the power to fight. "

"..."

For a moment, the surrounding onlookers were discussing and shocked.

Hearing these words, Feng Baili felt much more at ease from his anger just now.

A feeling of bliss.

He likes to be looked up to and admired by others, which can satisfy his vanity.

But when Nan Chen heard this, it was like hearing the wind in his ears.

He was unmoved at all, and still had no intention of retreating.

Only Feng Baili said arrogantly:

"Do you hear me? My strength is not comparable to yours.

A scum like you is not my opponent.

Moreover, you are not worthy of letting me do it.

In front of me, Feng Baili, you are a casual cultivator.

It's just rubbish, rubbish.

Don't talk about pushing him, even if I beat him to death.

That kid deserves it..."