My Master is Lin Zhengying

In this world, ordinary people who cannot cultivate are basically no different from ants.

Qiu Sheng, who had the ambition to become the world's number one exorcist, was probably more uncomfortable than killing him if he couldn't cultivate.

Nan Chen planned to avenge Qiu Sheng for this revenge.

And below the ring, when they saw Nan Chen on stage, they all started talking about it.

Qingcheng faction.

Feng Baili stared, and hurriedly said to a young man with closed eyes beside him:

"Big brother, big brother.

It is him, he is Nan Chen. "

The young man with closed eyes opened his eyes slightly, exuding a powerful aura from his whole body.

It was none other than the number one master of the younger generation of the Qingcheng School, Bo Jian.

Dong family.

Dong Wushuang's mouth curled into a sneer;

"Is it finally on stage?"

The rest of the sects, already casual cultivators, etc., are talking about Nanchen.

"This loose cultivator is very strong!"

"Shi Xiaojian was defeated by him before, but now Shi Xiaojian has severely injured his senior brother, this is a good show."

"..."

Shi Xiaojian on the ring also showed anger in his eyes.

Before the banquet, he thought he underestimated the enemy.

Otherwise, it would be based on his cultivation at the third level of the mysterious rank.

And it was still using the Lightning Crash and Thunder Fist, how could it be defeated by Nan Chen in front of him?

Seeing him on stage at this moment, just in public, he let out that bad breath.

"Master, let me clean up this guy!"

Shi Xiaojian opened his mouth and asked Shi Jian to get out of the way.

Shi Xiaojian's skill is shallow, so he can't feel Nan Chen's abnormality.

But Shi Jian is different, his skills are profound.

At this time, Nan Chen felt a vast aura.

And it's very special, although only the profound energy at the peak of the Huang rank fluctuates, but this kind of fluctuation is even more strange.

He squinted his eyes, trying to see Nan Chen thoroughly.

But the voice of the referee Elder Yun Kong sounded from the other side of the ring:

"Master Shi, the martial arts competition is still going on.

Please head Shi, come down and sit down.

There are poor people, there are already heroes in the world, and no one can make trouble. "

Shi Xiaojian also nodded:

"Master, don't worry, I won't lose to this kid this time.

I will definitely let him know how powerful I am! "

Shi Jian turned his head to look at Shi Xiaojian, and suddenly there were a few iron needles in his hand.

Quietly, stuffed it into Shi Xiaojian's hand:

"Iron needles are poisonous, so don't use them lightly unless you have to."

Shi Xiaojian glanced down and smiled.

Facing Shi Jian, he nodded.

Afterwards, Shi Jian glanced warily at Nan Chen, Uncle Jiu and others under the ring.

With a cold snort, he flicked his sleeves and left directly.

Below, Uncle Jiu is infusing Qi into Qiusheng.

Wen Cai burst into tears, and said to Nan Chen:

"Junior brother, you must make this guy look good, and ruin his morality!"

"Come on, Nanchen, let this guy pay the price!"

Jiale also shouted.

As for Nan Chen, his face was extremely cold, and he waited quietly for a shot without saying a word.

The referee, Elder Yun Kong, saw Shi Jian get off the ring.