My Master is Lin Zhengying

"..."

Some Huangjie loose cultivators who approached began to discuss in surprise.

They were all shocked by Nan Chen's profound energy fluctuation.

As for Nan Chen, it was as if he hadn't heard it.

Just staring at Feng Baili, who was a little frightened, he said:

"It's still too late for you to apologize to my second senior brother. It will be too late when I make a move..."

Nan Chen looked indifferent.

Feng Baili reacted violently, although he was shocked by Nan Chen's profound energy.

But the suppression time is too short, just a moment.

But still don't think that Nan Chen is his opponent.

Just now, he just underestimated his opponent.

Unprepared, he was shocked by the opponent's profound energy.

As long as the Taoism is running directly, it will definitely not be suppressed by the opponent.

Feng Baili deceived himself and made such an inference.

In addition, it is difficult to ride a tiger now.

If Nan Chen is not settled, how will he maintain his status in the world?

Therefore, he adjusted his breathing and stabilized his pulse.

With an angry look on his face:

"Boy, there are two brushes.

No wonder so crazy.

But in front of my Fengbaili Huangjie Eightfold Heaven, it is still not enough to look at.

That being the case.

Then let you know that I am extremely windy..."

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Chapter 620

Feng Baili thought he was unprepared just now, so he was suppressed by Nan Chen.

In addition to the large number of onlookers, there are almost 200 people at this moment.

There are disciples of all sects.

There are monks from all over the world.

He is a dignified disciple of the Qingcheng School.

If you don't get back your face, how can you mess around in the arena in the future.

Riding a tiger was hard to get off, so he planned to confront Nan Chen in strength.

His face turned cold, and he spoke out his eighth-level Taoism, and immediately began to run the Taoism.

The strong Dao Qi surged and swept directly towards Nanchen.

The eighth heaven of the yellow order.

This cultivation base is even stronger than that of Changjiang at the foot of the mountain.

Among the younger generation of Daomen, he is indeed a figure.

The continuous breath began to rush to the surroundings wave after wave.

In an instant, everyone around felt Feng Baili's deeds.

"I'll go, it's the Yellow Rank Eighth Heaven!"

"Brother Baili is really strong!"

Another monk from the small school was horrified, and he was a little unbelievable:

"This pressure is so strong!"

"I'm almost so suppressed that I can't breathe..."

"..."

The surrounding crowd talked a lot and stepped back step by step.

They were all afraid of fighting and harming themselves.

Nan Chen stood on the spot, unmoved.

Even looking at him is like watching a joke.

Huang Jie Yae dare to shout in front of me?

I really don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth.