Nanchen and Long are not arrogant, and they can be described as the best of the younger generation.

Among the younger generation, cultivation is the top column.

The battle between the two was about to break out, and the fierce anger continued to surge out in all directions.

This makes those ordinary people who have no Taoism feel extremely depressed.

Even, there is a feeling of not being able to breathe.

And the entrance to the main hall above the square.

The Nine-Fingered Shenni stands with a gray-clad Zen master.

The two also witnessed the duel between Nanchen and Long Buao.

On the eve of the two of them, the nine-fingered god and nun suddenly spoke:

"Ouch, why is this apprentice of Brother Jiu so impulsive, his cultivation is a big realm behind, how can he still be strong!"

But as soon as these words fell, the gray-clothed Zen master said lightly:

"Senior sister, ordinary Yellow Rank peak, that can have this sense of oppression.

This junior, it's not that simple!"

"Oh?"

The nine-fingered god couldn't help but squint his eyes.

And above the square, Nanchen and Long Buao had already made a move.

In the blink of an eye, the two were less than two meters apart.

Long Buao suddenly roared:

"Boy, die!"

As soon as the words fell, Xuan Qi exploded.

The heavy breath of the Xuan Rank was exerted to the extreme.

At the same time, a punch slammed into Nanchen's face.

If he is hit, Nanchen will have a concussion if he doesn't die.

Long Bufan looked proud, he knew very well what his eldest brother did.

Everyone in the Dragon and Tiger Hall was also ready to raise their arms and cheer.

In their opinion, as long as their eldest son makes a move, there is nothing that cannot be done.

On the other side, Shangguan Ronghui was nervous, she didn't want anything to happen to Nanchen.

Ready to shoot at any time.

The nine-fingered god nun didn't want Brother Jiu's apprentice to be injured by an evil boy in front of his eyes.

The left finger also formed a sword finger.

I am also ready to shoot at any time.

Only the gray-clothed Zen master next to him smiled indifferently and shook his head slightly.

It was as if she had seen everything thoroughly.

But the bound Qinqing, Qiusheng Wencai and others are extremely relaxed.

It feels funny.

What is the first level of the Xuan Rank?

This kind of rookie dog is also worthy of fighting with his junior brother?

Isn't this just self-deprecation and self-defeating?

Everyone present had different expressions.

But mostly, their eyes widened and they stared nervously at the two of them.

And Nanchen, who was opposite Long Buao, suddenly raised his hand at this time and clenched his fists.

Facing Long Buao's fist, he also smashed it with a punch.

Seeing this, Long Buao wanted to laugh on the spot.

Are you kidding?

I won't mention that my cultivation is higher than you.

More importantly, he practiced an iron fist technique, and his fist strength was outstanding.

He even thinks that there is no opponent in the same rank.

A low-ranking monk who fights against him is killing himself.

But he didn't spare his hand, intending to smash Nanchen's arm with one punch.

"Boy, look for ...... death"

As he spoke, he suddenly burst out with a fierce anger.

"Boom!"

Smashed directly into Nanchen's fist.

Nanchen didn't have any nonsense, and Ben Thunder Fist broke out.

There was a "bang", like thunder.

Rise to the top.

Between the lightning and flint, the fists of the two smashed together.

The two fists blended in an instant.

There was another explosion of "bang".

The Xuan Qi shook, forcing the surrounding onlookers to take a step back.

And the dragon who fights against Nanchen is not arrogant.

At the last moment, he was still proud and arrogant, with a hideous bloodthirst.

But at this moment, he felt that something was wrong.

The opponent's punch strength seems to be unusual.

When I smashed my fist, it was like smashing on a steel plate, and it had no effect.

Instead, he saw a sneer suddenly on the corner of Nanchen's mouth.

Immediately afterward, he only felt an incomparably violent aura.

Suddenly burst out from Nanchen's fist.

Immediately after, that power continued to pour into his body from his fist.

It was as if Mount Tai was overpowering, making it breathless.

What's even more terrifying.

He heard the "click" of his arm breaking, and his arm was deforming.

At this moment, he panicked.

Completely panicked.

But without waiting for him to react, the violent Xuan Qi instantly spread throughout his body.

Then, it was as if he had been hit by a truck.

"Ahh

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Not only did the arm break but the person also suffered internal injuries.

The whole person flew out upside down in an instant.

"Bang Bang Bang" flew more than five meters away, rolled on the ground four or five times, and then stopped.

Looking at Nanchen, he stood in place and did not move.

It's just indifferent, looking at the dragon who is rolling out.

Dead silence, the scene was dead silent.

Everyone looked at all this in amazement.

Ordinary people, terrifying Nanchen's power.

A single fist blasted a person more than five meters away.

The nuns of the temple and other people who knew how to cultivate were surprised by how Nanchen did it.

How did a Yellow Rank pinnacle smash a strong man with a heavy Xuan Rank to vomit blood with one punch and fly more than five meters away?

And himself, unscathed, not even panting.

Shangguan Ronghui couldn't help but be shocked.

He looked at Nanchen's back, took a deep breath of air, and then smiled.

Qiusheng Wencai and others were bound by spells.

I can't speak or speak, but my eyes are full of pride and arrogance.

As if to say.

Look, provoke my junior brother, this is the end.

The nine-fingered god nun in the distance let go of his sword fingers.

Quite surprised:

"He, it's not the Yellow Rank Ninefold, it's the Tenfold Heaven?"

The gray-clothed Zen master smiled faintly:

"That's right, he's the same as Hui'er.

It's all a once-in-a-century rare one, a cultivation genius. ”

Hearing this, the Nine-Fingered Shenni couldn't help but take a cool breath, but then he was also relieved.

His ninth brother is such an outstanding disciple of Maoshan, he was powerful in the world when he was young, and he was among the younger generations.

Although he has retired for more than 20 years, with such a strong master, the apprentices he accepts will naturally not be weak.

Finally, the people of the Dragon and Tiger Hall reacted.

"Big brother!"

Long Buao threw down the basket and rushed directly to Long Buao.

The rest of the Dragon and Tiger Hall personnel also leaned over one after another.

It was found that Long Buao kept coughing up blood, and one hand had been twisted and broken into several pieces.

Nanchen ignored these and walked towards Qinqing.

Help him unlock the vein.

Qin Jing is very grateful:

"Thank you Nanchen!"

Nanchen smiled:

"As it should be!"

Quickly, he tore off the puppets on Qiusheng Wencai and others.

Let them, all back to action.

As soon as these people resumed their actions, they scolded Long Buao for a few words.

Just listen to Qiushengdao:

"What the hell you deserve!"

"Dare to provoke my junior brother, look for death to kill you!"

As for Nanchen, he went directly to Long Buao.

When Long Bufan and the people in the Dragon and Tiger Hall saw it, they were so frightened that they retreated.

Long Buao was frightened and wanted to get up, but found that his blood was churning, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

But in his eyes, there was still unwillingness and resentment.

However, there is still a hint of fear:

"You, what do you want to do?"

Nanchen stood in front of him and said coldly:

"Now you know, who is the grandfather and who is the grandson, right?"