My Master is Lin Zhengying

It has been a long time since no one challenged Nan Chen.

Suddenly a disciple of the Kongtong faction shouted at the Qingcheng faction:

"Bo Jian, didn't you say you wanted to avenge your junior brother Feng Baili and teach Nan Chen a lesson?

What, dare not now? "

As soon as this statement came out, the scene was instantly ignited.

"Bo Jian, why are you cowardly?"

"Bo Jian, you have become a tortoise, dare not go up?

In the future, don't call him Bo Jian, but Bo Turtle! "

"Hahaha……"

These words angered all the disciples of the Qingcheng faction.

"Damn it, Kongtong faction, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"My elder brother is number one in Taoism, will he be afraid of him?"

"Zhu Laosan, you are talking nonsense, I will tear your mouth apart!"

As a result, the two sects, coupled with the booing of the surrounding casual cultivators, immediately quarreled.

As the center of the quarrel, Bo Jian couldn't hold back his expression.

Although he traverses Shuzhong, his strength is strong.

He thinks that he is powerful enough to defeat Shi Xiaojian and Dong Wushuang.

However, it takes a lot of effort to defeat them.

But the person in front of him gave these two seconds away with a single strike, and he might not be able to block a few moves.

Isn't it embarrassing to go here?

Therefore, Bo Jian decided to stay still and wait for the opportunity.

But who knew that the threat before the game was shaken out.

Now you can go up, and you can go up if you don't.

Otherwise, his face would really be lost in front of his colleagues all over the world.

Bo Jian could only grit his teeth, and shouted to his brothers and sisters:

"Stop arguing, I'll go!"

When Feng Baili heard this, he hurriedly grabbed the sword.

"Brother! Why don't you forget it!

This kid is too fierce.

If you go, I'm afraid, I'm afraid you will lose!

If you're shooting in a while, when he gets tired from beating, you go pick up the leak. "

Feng Baili also had good intentions, but with his arrogant sword, he really couldn't bear it anymore.

"If you lose, you lose!"

Say it!

Holding a big sword, Bo Jian flew onto the ring.

Bo Jian, as the name suggests, goes to the arena to fight, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

The sharpness is exposed.

In addition, this kid is more handsome.

As soon as he took the stage, there were female apprentices from various sects, casual cultivators, cheering for him.

"Brother Bo, come on!"

"Brother Bo beat him!"

"Brother Bo is so handsome!"

"..."

Bo Jian bit the bullet, hearing these encouragements, his heart pounded.

But he still clasped his fist at Nan Chen:

"Qingcheng faction, Bo Jian.

Please, Fellow Daoist Nanchen, enlighten me! "

When Nan Chen heard Bo Jian, he looked at him lightly:

"You are Senior Brother Feng Baili?"

"That's right!