My Master is Lin Zhengying

As if to say.

look!If you mess with my junior brother, that's the end.

In the distance, Nine Fingers God Nun let go of his sword finger.

Quite surprised:

"He, isn't he the ninth level of the Huang rank, but the tenth level?"

The gray-clothed Zen master smiled faintly:

"Yes, he is the same as Hui'er.

They are all rare in a hundred years, and they are geniuses in cultivation. "

Nine Fingers God nun couldn't help taking a breath when he heard this, but then he was relieved.

My ninth elder brothers are all such outstanding Maoshan disciples. When they were young, they were so powerful that they ruled the younger generation.

Although he has retired for more than twenty years, but with such a strong master, the apprentices he accepts will naturally not be weak.

Finally, the people in Longhutang came to their senses.

"Big brother!"

Long Buao dropped Qingqing, and rushed up to Long Buao.

The rest of the Dragon and Tiger Hall staff also leaned over one after another.

It was discovered that Long Buao was coughing up blood continuously, and one hand was twisted and fractured into several pieces.

Nan Chen ignored these and walked towards Qingqing.

Help him unlock the pulse gate.

Qingqing is very grateful:

"Thank you Nanchen!"

Nan Chen smiled:

"Should be!"

Say it!Quickly, he tore off the puppets on Qiu Shengwencai and the others.

Get them back into action.

As soon as these people resumed their actions, they cursed Long Buao a few words.

Just listen to Qiu Sheng say:

"He deserves it!"

"Dare to provoke my junior brother, I will kill you!"

As for Nan Chen, he walked directly towards Long Buao.

Seeing Long Bufan and everyone in Longhutang, they backed away in fright.

Long Buao was frightened and wanted to get up, but found that his blood was churning, and he coughed up another mouthful of blood.

But there was still resentment and resentment in his eyes.

However, there is still a trace of fear:

"You, what do you want?"

Nan Chen stood in front of him and said coldly:

"Now you know who is the grandfather and who is the grandson?"

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Chapter five hundred and eighty second severely injured

With Nan Chen's words, Long Buao was so angry that he vomited blood on the spot.

Just now, he was extremely arrogant.

But now, he was slapped in the face.

And there was a "cracking" sound, which made him want to die.

"You, don't be too complacent!"

Long Buao was so angry that he couldn't breathe.

Nan Chen didn't take it seriously, but continued to take a step forward.

Long Bufan and others were so frightened that they retreated one after another.

In the field, only he and Long Buao were left.

"You, don't come here, I am the eldest son of Longhutang!"

Nan Chen smiled disdainfully:

"Trash! If you dare to mess with us again in the future, it will kill you."

After finishing speaking, Nan Chen kicked his broken arm.