My Master is Lin Zhengying

While speaking, he rubbed Nan Chen's chest with his hands.

Jealous and arrogant, this made many people see it.

They all gritted their teeth, but there was nothing they could do, they were indeed very strong.

Just now Wen Cai wanted to persuade Nan Chen not to make a move, it turned into a serious matter.

Now, his face is also downcast, and he is not talking.

He also wanted himself, the monstrous second junior, to teach this arrogant sect disciple a lesson.

Qiusheng, Jiale and Qingqing were immediately happy.

Dare to despise Nan Chen so much.

This kid really doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, and how terrifying Nan Chen's cultivation is.

Instead, there was a hint of relief.

Qiu Sheng even spread his arms and folded his hands:

"Junior brother, don't hit too hard!

After all, he is also a disciple of the Qingcheng School! "

"Nan Chen, teach him a lesson, let him know how to respect people!"

Qingqing also spoke.

"That's right, Nan Chen, hit him."

Jiale also yelled.

But the casual cultivators around, just like watching a play, didn't understand.

These casual cultivators are brain-dead, right?

Still provoking Feng Baili, if he angered him for a while, he would be beaten to death.

"It's over, these casual cultivators will definitely be beaten badly!"

"Hey! I'm still young after all, I don't know the gap between myself and the disciples of the sect!"

"It's okay, here, Feng Baili dare not kill anyone."

"..."

The discussion is still going on, and they are not optimistic about Nan Chen.

But Nan Chen didn't want to say another word.

Eyelids sink.

Dang even took a deep breath.

In an instant, there was only a muffled sound of "hum".

In an instant, a burst of profound energy burst out from Nan Chen's body, crushing directly towards Feng Baili.

The breath was fierce, with a crushing breath.

For a moment, Feng Baili's heart beat violently, and his blood surged up.

The expression on his face, which was extremely arrogant just a moment ago, suddenly changed suddenly, revealing a look of panic.

It seems to have encountered a prehistoric beast, a feeling of being suppressed by Mount Tai.

Subconsciously, he took two steps back.

A chill hit my heart.

However, this burst of profound energy suppression only appeared for a moment.

Feng Baili couldn't feel Nan Chen's Taoism at all.

And the people standing around watching the excitement were all horrified.

These people are all casual cultivators, and their strength is really low.

Either the first and second layers of the yellow rank, or the third rank of the yellow rank.

There are very few yellow-rank quartet.

Even if Nan Chen has suppressed the distance of his own breath fluctuations.

The casual cultivators who approached also noticed this profound energy fluctuation.

Nan Chen is an evildoer-level master of the twelfth heaven of the Huang rank.

This kind of suppression of profound energy is often more violent than that of a strong person of the sixth or seventh level of the profound rank.

Therefore, the hairs of many Huang rank monks present stood on end and their hearts felt cold.

"Good, what a terrifying breath!"

"This, this, just now, the coercion just now is so strong!"

"He is, a strong man."