My Master is Lin Zhengying

"Ben Lei Quan, he is also from the Maoshan sect?"

"His fist style seems to be stronger..."

"..."

Just as the people around were amazed at the power of the fist.

Shi Xiaojian also noticed that Nanchen used the Maoshan Fist, the Benlei Fist.

But then, a sneer appeared.

This is his Lightning Running Thunder Fist, which is even more powerful.

Moreover, there are attribute effects.

I don't know how much stronger than the ordinary Ben Leiquan.

Moreover, he noticed that Nan Chen didn't have a mysterious aura, only a yellow aura.

Shi Xiaojian thought it right.

This punch could break Nan Chen's bones, screaming and coughing up blood.

In my heart, I was already full of confidence.

With a sneer, Shi Xiaojian intensified the release of profound energy.

In the blink of an eye, the fists of the two had already smashed together.

Just heard a loud bang.

Two powerful strands of profound energy instantly intertwined.

Lightning Benlei Fist, against Benglei Fist.

It stands to reason that Nanchen will lose.

However, in the face of absolute power.

What kind of skills and Taoism are all showy and not worth mentioning.

In an instant, Shi Xiaojian only felt an infinite force attacking him.

His Lightning and Thunder Fist seemed to hit a mountain, let alone shake it.

Not even a single stone seemed to have been bombarded.

Not only that, a more powerful force began to violently bombard his whole body.

The tearing pain swept through his whole body.

"what!"

Shi Xiaojian screamed on the spot, and a mouthful of blood was blown out by the wind of the fist.

The whole person flew upside down by more than five meters on the spot.

With a "bang dang", it overturned a wine table again.

But Nan Chen stood where he was, calm and breezy.

As if nothing happened.

As for Shi Xiaojian, he was in a state of distress, covered in vegetable leaves.

The corners of his mouth were bloody, and his whole body was in pain.

Nan Chen glanced at him and smiled coldly:

"waste!"

As soon as this remark came out, Shi Xiaojian was furious.

Just now he was as arrogant as him, but now he is being slapped in the face by others, Shi Xiaojian can't accept such a gap.

"you……"

Before he could say those words, his blood surged up.

There was a sound of "噗呲", another mouthful of blood.

The people around were already dumbfounded.

That is the great disciple of Maoshan, Shi Xiaojian.

Although Ren is a villain, his cultivation is really strong.

But now, he was knocked to the ground by a casual cultivator.

Spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

"Okay, so strong!"

"This person is amazing!"

"I remembered, he is the casual cultivator who defeated Feng Baili."

"I'll go, no wonder Feng Baili is no match, this casual cultivator is so strong."