My Master is Lin Zhengying

Seeing that it was Zuo Sanqian not far away, there were indeed quite a few empty seats in front of him.

"Come on, let's go over there."

After finishing speaking, Nan Chen led the crowd to the position where San Qian was on the left.

There are two rows of steps at the front and back, just enough for 11 of them to sit down.

Left Sanqian sat in the middle, and next to him were three members of the Wooden School.

Seeing Nan Chen approaching, several people all raised their hands to show their kindness.

"Sit, do everything and sit fast.

After a while, there will be more people, and there will be no place to sit. "

Nan Chen also cupped his fists to express his gratitude.

At the same time, ask Qiusheng Wencai and the others to quickly find a place to sit down.

Nan Chen was sitting next to Zuo Sanqian, and next to him was Qiu Sheng, a literary talent, Ah Hao.

As for the southeast and northwest, Jiale Qingqing and Ah Qiang sat in front of them.

"Brother Nanchen, you are very dangerous in this competition!"

"I'm in danger?"

Nan Chen was puzzled.

Zuo Sanqian nodded:

"You probably don't know yet.

Just now, the eldest son of the Dong family, Dong Wushuang.

Qingcheng disciple Bo Jian and Maoshan disciple Shi Xiaojian both spoke out.

He said he was going to beat you up in the ring. "

Nan Chen was taken aback, but in his heart, he smiled lightly.

What did he think it was? It turned out that this was a mess.

After hearing this, Qiu Sheng next to him had a look of disdain:

"Three thousand brothers, just those few dead fish and rotten shrimp.

Still want to deal with my junior brother, go dreaming! "

Zuo Sanqian looked solemn:

"Brother Qiusheng, you can't say that.

These people are descendants of various factions, and their strength is extremely strong.

Among the younger generation, they are all top-notch masters. "

"A master? In front of my junior brother, any master is just a floating cloud..."

Wen Cai also yelled, and even flicked his bob head.

Nan Chen shook his head with a smile, and spoke a few words casually.

His purpose today is very clear, it is for the fifth grade Xuandan.

As for what?

He can't control it, if he dares to come, he dares to fight.

Nan Chen is quite confident in her cultivation.

The number of people in the martial arts arena is increasing, and the stands on all sides are already full of people.

There were even spectators on the trees outside the stands.

Squatting, sitting, at least six to seven hundred people came.

Especially those watching the battle from the main stage.

Not only the heads of various factions, famous elders, but also some hidden seniors came to the viewing platform.

"Look, that's Senior Dan Chenzi!"

"Isn't that Master Lawless?"

"Long Sword Daoist, that is Long Sword Daoist..."

"That's Senior Baquan. A pair of iron fists shocked Kansai. Rumors of his life and death five years ago turned out to be false."

"..."

The atmosphere was also very warm and unusually noisy.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, a burst of drumming sounded.

"Dong dong, dong dong dong..."

Hearing the beating of drums, all the spectators were excited.