The fake scholar got the hint from the elder, and secretly said in his heart: This time, he must let others see his true strength, and he will be able to mix well in the Dragon Group in the future.

The fake scholar turned to look at Dong Shuqiang, the battle intent in his eyes was burning, he didn't say much, the disdain and anger in his expression was the best challenge.

Dong Shuqiang saw that the other party was about to start attacking, and was about to go out to meet the attack, but Jian Nanchun preemptively said: "Brother, leave this to me, you take a rest first."

Without waiting for Dong Shuqiang to refuse, Jian Nanchun had already pulled out a soft sword from his waist, the sword body was slender, the material was soft and elastic, and at first glance it was not an ordinary iron weapon, at least it had reached the level of a treasure weapon.

Jian Nanchun leaned forward, holding a soft sword in his hand and rushed towards the fake scholar, at this time, the superfluous words were just useless arguments, and there was no longer any meaning.

This is the moment when you are judged by strength, and too many words make people feel cowardly.

When the fake scholar saw that a person next to Dong Shuqiang came out to fight, he knew that this was Huashan's disciple, and he had no right to choose, so he could only send the person in front of him first.

The two quickly fought together, and the fake scholar and Jian Nanchun were both early innate monks, and they were equally matched.

Jian Nanchun's soft sword dance is impenetrable.

The judge pen of the fake scholar is also not down, poking, pointing, scratching, and cooperating with each other, and Jian Nanchun is on par with each other.

The fight between the two in the middle made a sound of steel and steel, and the soft sword and the judge's pen were often in contact with each other, but no one could help anyone.

Although Jian Nanchun is a disciple of the sect and has exquisite moves, his perennial comfortable life has made him lack experience in fighting the enemy, and although the fake scholar is only a casual cultivator, because he often accepts various tasks in the dragon group, he has cultivated a calm and calm character against the enemy.

So after more than 100 rounds of fighting, Jian Nanchun had gradually fallen into disadvantage, and was forced to retreat by the fake scholar's judge's pen, and sweat appeared on their faces.

Jian Nanchun waited for an opportunity to fight back, but unfortunately, a drop of sweat slipped from his forehead to the corner of his eye, and he had to blink an eye, trying to squeeze the sweat out.

But this small action was noticed by the fake scholar, and while he was momentarily distracted, the judge's pen carried an attack twice as fast as usual, and attacked his heart.

This is a fatal blow, if Jian Nanchun is stabbed, the consequences are unimaginable.

Xiao Chen chuckled in his heart, wanting to remind his beloved apprentice, but he couldn't make a sound because he saw his apprentice in danger, but his face was distorted, and his fists were clenched, as if the pain of losing a child was about to come.

Qinghe and the others showed a rare smile. But before they could be happy, they saw an afterimage, quickly rushing towards the middle of the fake scholar and Jian Nanchun.

This remnant is none other than Dong Shuqiang, after he found out about the situation here, he used a free step to greatly increase his speed, which was also afraid that the few elders present would intercept him.

Dong Shuqiang rushed to Jian Nanchun's side, grabbed his shoulders, turned back, and the two switched places, Jian Nanchun was surprised, but the fake scholar did not stop, and stabbed him directly. Hearing only the sound of the "bell", the judge's pen slid backwards from his hand.

Because he used too much force, when the judge's pen met Dong Shuqiang's spirit-level body, he couldn't move an inch. The fake scholar was so uncontrollable by the impact of Guan Li, and threw himself at Dong Shuqiang's back.

Dong Shuqiang didn't care about the fake scholar behind him, he knew that no one here could harm his holy body. Although now there are only low-level spirit weapon levels.

If it weren't for the fact that his cultivation was not high, this body would be a weapon.

After coming in, Dong Shuqiang used his perverted divine sense to probe, and the cultivation of these elders was in the middle and late stages of foundation building, although he had no chance of winning, but there was definitely no problem in saving his life.

There is only one danger, that is, a Jindan early stage master hidden in the shadows, Dong Shuqiang is a little lucky, if it weren't for the other party's use of his divine sense to monitor here, he wouldn't have been able to find out, so he was mentally prepared.

Looking at Jian Nanchun, who was replaced, Dong Shuqiang said: "Brother, you take a rest first, and then leave it to me."

Jian Nanchun nodded embarrassedly, and was suddenly pushed by Dong Shuqiang, and his body flew up and headed towards Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen was deeply relieved to see that his apprentice was unharmed, and stretched out his hand to catch him. has more confidence in Dong Shuqiang.

Because this force is not something that anyone can control, it not only made Jian Nanchun fly over, but also disappeared after he caught it, which shows how accurate Dong Shuqiang's grasp of proportion is.

After sending Jian Nanchun away, Dong Shuqiang pushed Jian Nanchun's recoil back and said, "You also rest."

The fake scholar didn't wait for him to understand, and he felt a strong force generated by Dong Shuqiang's back and attacked him, but he was powerless to stop it, because the blow just now was his last life-saving means, and his true qi had been exhausted, so he could only let Dong Shuqiang's counterattack hit him.

The fake scholar's body flew out upside down, spewing out a bloody arrow in the air, his eyes gradually blurred, and he slowly closed, and the last thought was: "It's over, I was abolished dantian, and my cultivation was lost", and then passed out.

"Xue Chengfeng" saw that his right-hand man was knocked away, but he couldn't do anything, because all this happened too fast, not to mention himself, even the elders didn't have time to make a move, what could he do, so he had to catch the fake scholar who flew to the coma.

Put down the fake scholar and let his subordinates take him to treatment, Xue Chengfeng said to Dong Shu hatefully: "What a ruthless method, you actually abolished his cultivation."

Dong Shuqiang smiled disdainfully and said, "Your methods are even more despicable. Compared to you, I'm far behind, don't talk nonsense, who else is not convinced? Get out."

These domineering words, like morning bells and dusk drums, struck the heartstrings of everyone present.

Xue Chengfeng and "Fenglin" glanced at each other, nodded to each other, and both of them flew forward in unison, and "North Wujiang" then joined the ranks and said: "Count me one more."

Xue Chengfeng and the others didn't say much, and secretly acquiesced.

Dong Shuqiang was speechless, only listening to him smile and say: "I don't even bother to deal with you little minions, who else, let's go together! Don't waste time." Who's that? Come, come, come, and take them all."

These seemingly frivolous words made everyone present useless, and they all had angry expressions on their faces, and they really wanted to rush up, but they couldn't pull off that cheek.

"Huang Kun" and "Phantom Feather" were named, and they were even more angry, the two jumped up together, jumped out of the crowd, and replied angrily: "This is what you asked for, since you are looking for death, then don't blame us for being outnumbered." ”