My Master is Lin Zhengying

Countless shouts sounded:

"Ah, casual cultivator Nanchen has won."

"We casual cultivators also have a powerful younger generation!"

"Fellow Daoist Nanchen is mighty."

"Hahaha, we casual cultivators also let out a sigh of relief..."

"..."

The scene became extremely enthusiastic, and the fierce shouts continued to echo in Longhu Mountain.

Nan Chen stood on the spot.

At this time, he had restrained his profound arts.

Physical strength and profound energy have been exhausted to the extreme.

The whole person became extremely breathless.

He even wanted to fall to the ground.

However, he had to hold on for a while.

Persist until you get the nine-cold nine-leaf clover.

Therefore, Nan Chen trembled.

Quickly took out a tonic pill from his clothes and took it.

This thing was given to him by Jiale.

Can replenish a little profound energy in a short time.

Looking at Chu Ci who was shaken out of the ring by Nan Chen's sword.

At the moment, he is surrounded by more than ten Huashan sect disciples.

The corner of Chu Ci's mouth was stained with blood, during the final blow.

Nanchen's powerful yin and yang power was superior.

Chu Ci was also affected by this.

Of course, apart from strength, Nan Chen's victory over Chu Ci also had some accidents.

If so, Chu Ci did not choose to have a final duel with Nan Chen.

Instead, they are delaying the duel for [-] to [-] seconds, or persisting for more than a minute, then Nan Chen will lose.

Because there was no extra supply of profound energy in Nan Chen's body.

The yin-yang profound energy, the ordinary profound energy consumed is really too fast.

However, winning is winning.

Nan Chen fought ten times in a row and finally won the first place.

Nan Chen looked at the cheers and shouts around him, and felt a little bit of excitement in his heart.

But more, it is urgent.

And Chu Ci was supported by his juniors at this time.

Chu Ci looked at Nan Chen on the ring with burning eyes.

The disciples of Huashan School looked at Nan Chen but were angry.

Nan Chen also felt the intimidating gaze, and turned to look at Chu Ci under the ring.

Chu Ci clasped his fists with some effort and said:

"Fellow Daoist Nanchen, you really are capable.

Nine games in a row, but still defeated.

Chu Ci lost, and he was convinced.

But there is one thing, fellow Daoist Nanchen, please tell me the truth. "

Hearing Chu Ci's words, Nan Chen cupped his fists with some effort:

"Chu Xiong Chengren, if you have any questions, please tell me!"

After finishing speaking, Nan Chen coughed a few times because of too much energy and blood consumption.

There were bouts of dizziness.

Chu Ci was not much better, he continued to stare at Nan Chen and said:

"Fellow Daoist Nanchen, can you tell me what cultivation level you have?"

This made Chu Ci very confused.

After fighting for a long time, he didn't know the exact cultivation level of Nan Chen.

Upon hearing this inquiry, the disciples of the Huashan School and the disciples of other schools stood beside them.