My Master is Lin Zhengying

At the end of the battle, a scream sounded:

"what!"

The sound was tearing, with incomparable pain.

Immediately, the whole person was directly ejected from the energy center.

Hit it on a piece of gravel.

"boom!"

The huge gravel was smashed to pieces again.

Nan Chen resisted the remaining energy with his right hand, and saw a figure fly away.

Try to keep your eyes open.

When he saw the opponent's figure clearly, he was overjoyed.

It wasn't Uncle Jiu, it was Shi Jian.

I saw Shi Jian's body, half kneeling on the ground after smashing the boulder, unable to get up.

His face was ferocious, and his eyes were full of hatred.

A mouthful of blood was spitting out of his mouth.

Energy qi, come and go quickly.

After the wind turbulence, Nan Chen once again looked at the center of the battle formation.

Standing proudly alone.

Who else is there?

Lin Jiu, Lin Fengjiao.

Uncle Jiu stood up with a sword, surrounded by purple energy.

He won.

"Master is mighty!"

Nan Chen was so excited that he yelled from the bottom of his heart.

The veins in his neck were bulging, and he felt that he had never been so excited before.

Daoist Longxu, Master Tieyu and others not far away were also extremely excited.

Before the battle started, Uncle Jiu directly severely injured the enemy chieftain.

This is tantamount to a shot of stimulant to morale and Daomeng.

"Brother Lin's posture is as good as it was back then!"

"Senior Brother Lin, you are still in style!"

"Friend Daoist Lin, you are worthy of being the leader of my generation..."

"..."

The heads of the factions who used to compete with each other in the same generation can't help but see the young Uncle Jiu at this moment.

At that time, Uncle Jiu was invincible.

Although it has been silent for many years, now it is back again, and it still has the style of a king.

On the other hand, on the side of the Maoshan School, the style of painting has changed.

Everyone was dumbfounded and couldn't even believe it.

Some even showed anger, gnashing of teeth, and disappointment.

"Master, Master lost!"

"Uncle Master, have you lost?"

"Master is defeated, can our Maoshan faction stop the Daomeng?"

"..."

For a moment, a breath of despair spread around the disciples of the Maoshan School.

Everyone's heart began to beat the drums.

With Shi Jian, is there any hope?

But at this time, Uncle Jiu suddenly said to the people in the Maoshan School's mountain guard formation:

"All Maoshan disciples, if you don't intend to judge the teacher.

Please come to me before tomorrow to plead guilty.

If not, the war will start tomorrow, and Pindao will rank Maoshan as the patriarchs to clean up the sect! "

Ninth Uncle's voice was loud, and with the blessing of the heavenly cultivation base, it echoed throughout the entire Maoshan Mountain.

And every word made Maoshan disciples feel chills in their hearts.