My Master is Lin Zhengying

At this time, they all inquired.

"Who is this Lin Jiu?"

"I do not know!"

"You young people naturally don't know, he is a disciple of Maoshan, the first genius of the Taoist sect thirty years ago, and then he left Maoshan for some reason."

"I heard that he left Maoshan because he was forced to leave by his senior brother, who is now the head of Maoshan, Shi Jian."

"..."

There were constant discussions on the scene.

Uncle Nine's name was spread all at once.

Some of Uncle Jiu's deeds when he was young have also been dug up.

And among these deeds, many of them can be shocked as heavenly beings even now.

Why, at the age of nineteen, he is already the sixth heaven of the mysterious rank.

At the age of twenty, he won the first place in the Daoist General Assembly.

And there is no suspense, no opponent at all.

At the age of twenty-one, he killed a thousand-year-old fox demon with terrifying strength.

Hearing these news, many young people were shocked.

At the age of nineteen, he is already a terrifying cultivation base of the sixth heaven of the mysterious rank.

So these decades have passed, so how can this cultivation be paid off?

Of course, no one knew that Uncle Nine hadn't improved in cultivation over the past few decades.

Even, it went backwards a lot.

Even the use of earth-level cultivation bases will be greatly restricted.

Of course, under the bursts of focused gaze.

Nan Chen and others, as Uncle Jiu's disciples, naturally received attention.

But Nan Chen doesn't like the feeling of being stared at by others.

So I retreated ahead of time and silently.

Came outside the square, a mountain pavilion.

There is still a while before dinner.

Nan Chen was alone and had nothing to do.

Looking at the beautiful scenery of the mountains, he opened the cigarette case and smoked.

The smog is lingering, and the white cranes are flying in the mountains.

Nan Chen's heart was not calm.

But at this moment, a discordant voice sounded:

"Brother, this is the kid!"

Hearing this voice, Nan Chen frowned slightly, but did not turn around.

This voice belonged to Dong Tianpeng, the third young master of the Dong family.

When he was chasing and killing the young master of the Bai family, Bai Yufan, he was wounded by Nan Chen.

In the past few days, I haven't seen each other.

Now, I heard his voice.

"Well, boy. No wonder you dare to hurt my brother. It turns out that there is a master who has retired for a long time."

Hearing this, Nan Chen froze for a moment, then turned around slowly.

Not far behind was Dong Tianpeng and a strong young man.

Dong Tianpeng's face is still purple.

It was fanned by Nanchen.

As for the two, they looked alike, the only difference was their physique.

Dong Tianpeng is relatively thin, but the other person looks like a bodybuilder, with muscles all over his body and extremely developed.

After Nan Chen took a few glances, he opened his mouth and said:

"It doesn't matter who my master is, the important thing is that I feel uncomfortable seeing your Dong family..."

After finishing speaking, Nan Chen took another puff of cigarette.

An understatement, the appearance of not paying attention to the Dong family.

Dong Tianpeng was furious:

"Boy, how dare you be so arrogant in front of my elder brother, Dong Wushuang."