Throwing away the unconscious man in his hand, Chu Nan introduced himself with a smile: "What, I'm a thug invited by Zachron, I'm here to you, wash it all and wait for me!"

"Wait for your grandma, you neurotic!"

Everyone was enraged by Chu Nan's words, and there were several half-step Martial Saint-level masters among them.

Although he was over seventy years old, his body was quite tough, and almost in the blink of an eye, he rushed to Chu Nan.

"Hey, don't be in a hurry to do it first, I haven't introduced myself yet, since everyone is Chinese, at least get to know each other first. ”

Chu Nan smiled and made a pause gesture, very curious about these Huaxia masters.

I don't know which sect this group of people came from, and why so many Mahayana masters came here all at once.

"Well, since you want to know who we are, prick up your ears for me!"

An old man with a sheepish beard took a step forward arrogantly: "I am Qiu Tong, the elder of Changshengmen, who was chased and intercepted by everyone in Tianjimen back then, and fled abroad without much effort, there should be few people here who can do this kind of record!"

"Damn, what are you pretending to be, the master was not only chased and intercepted by the Tianji Gate back then, but also killed their sect master Du Sheng and subdued their sect, what did I say!"

Chu Nan was amused by this old man, and thought it was awesome, and he dared to brag about this bit of.

I really haven't seen anything big in the world!

"What a yellow-mouthed boy, you dare to say that the old man is pretending to be forced, I think you are pretending to be bigger than anyone else!"

The old man couldn't help laughing, he didn't think what Chu Nan said was true at all.

You must know that even when he was surrounded and suppressed by the Tianji Gate, he sacrificed the heavy treasures of the sect to escape.

Although he had never mentioned this matter to others, he knew the power of the Heavenly Machine Gate.

Therefore, Chu Nan's is a bit big.

Too lazy to take care of this old man, Chu Nan looked at one of the half-step martial saint-level masters: "Old thing, tell me what you are eating, lest the young master kill you, I don't know what you are!"

"What a yellow-mouthed child who doesn't know whether to live or die, put up your dog and let the old man listen, the old man is the famous Fengzhenren, nicknamed Qin Sheng!"

An old man holding a guqin said fiercely.

"Oh, then do you have any awesome deeds? Why haven't I heard of you as a person on the rivers and lakes?"

Chu Nan is not in a hurry to do something with this group of guys, it can be regarded as having fun and playing with them for a while.

"It's not a great deed, but it will happen soon, and it will kill you in a minute!"

Feng Zhenren was annoyed by Chu Nan's words, put down the guqin in his hand, put his hands on the strings, and played quickly.

"Heh, Rhythm Attack?"

Chu Nan smiled disdainfully, naturally knowing that there were people in the rivers and lakes who were good at attacking with the help of sound rhythm, but those people were not very high in cultivation.

Someone like Feng Zhenren who can reach a half-step martial saint, Chu Nan has really never heard of it.

It seems that this old thing's attainments in music and rhythm are very comparable to others.

"Bouncing ......"

The swift sound of the piano sounded, like thousands of troops galloping forward, and the violent energy condensed into phantoms holding weapons one by one, and fought towards Chu Nan in one go.

This is the murderous aura in the sound of the piano, maximizing the power of the strength, although it is a half-step martial saint level, but this attack is not inferior to the blow of the true martial saint.

"Brother Feng's piano skills are really powerful, I admire it, but I pity this little guy who pretends to be forced, he pretends to be very big, but he dies faster than anyone else!"

Everyone smiled proudly, and without thinking about it, they already knew Chu Nan's fate.

You must know that this is a supreme blow equivalent to a martial saint-level master, even if it is everyone present, it may not be able to retreat with all its bodies, let alone the young junior in front of him.

However, just when everyone thought that Chu Nan was scared stupid, Chu Nan moved, and the dragon-shaped energy of his fingertips flashed, and a golden dragon roared away at the thousands of soldiers and horses in front of him.

"Whew!"

A faint dragon groan sounded, and although the sound was not very loud, it shook the air and couldn't help but tremble.

As for the soldiers and horses formed by the rhythm of music, they were all affected by the sound of the dragon's groan, and before they could wave their weapons and slash at Chu Nan, they were all shattered in an instant like broken shadows.

"Dare!"

The wind man screamed angrily, and the speed of plucking the strings became faster and faster.

The murderous aura condensed into a long spear, condensed into a knife and axe, and smashed towards the little dragon overwhelmingly.

"Broken!"

Chu Nan roared with a smile, and Xiaolong seemed to be encouraged, and opened his small mouth violently, spewing out a golden needle-like energy.

The energy struck at the rhythm, and the rhythm was as fragmented as the square.

This time, Feng Zhenren could no longer maintain his composure, his face was solemn, and he couldn't believe that Chu Nan could defuse his two attacks.

But at this moment, the reality is in front of him, and he can't be allowed to believe it.

"Brother Feng, I'm here to help you!"

Seeing that Chu Nan was not simple, the old man named Qiu Tong pressed his palms on Feng Zhenren's back, continuously injecting strength into his body.

With Qiu Tong's help, a cruel smile appeared at the corner of Feng Zhenren's mouth, and his hands plucked the strings again.

"Bang bang bang!"

A deafening sound sounded, and a demon god holding a giant axe gradually formed.

This demon god is several feet tall, and as soon as he appeared, he chopped it down with an axe.

"Yes, that's a bit of a show!"

Chu Nan smiled, seeing that the opponent's attack was much stronger, he clenched his fists and rushed towards the demon god who had been transformed into a rhythm.

"Haha, I'm really looking for death!"

Feng Zhenren laughed, so far, no one has dared to fight hand-to-hand with the demon god condensed by the rhythm.

The reason is very simple, this demon god is just a virtual image, which cannot be killed or killed.

Instead of going head-to-head, only a fool would do that.

Soon, though, they couldn't laugh anymore.

I saw that Chu Nan smashed his fist on the head of the demon god, and the demon god just snapped and shattered with a click.

At the same time, before Feng Zhenren could see what was going on, the strings in his hand snapped!

"Old thing, I really think that your own piano skills are invincible in the world, and to tell you the truth, your little ability is not enough for the master to play with one hand!"

Chu Nan sneered again and again, not giving Feng Zhenren and Qiu Tong a chance to react at all, his body flashed, and an index finger was unconsciously pointed on the foreheads of the two.

It was so fast that no one present could catch it.

"Brother Feng, Brother Qiu, be careful!"

Sensing Chu Nan's ferocity, everyone suddenly realized something, and just after reminding the two of them to be careful, they saw the two of them fall to the ground with a bang.

When I looked closely, a finger-thick blood movement appeared on the foreheads of the two people in front of me at some point, as if someone had pierced their foreheads and died.

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