"Apologize?"

As soon as Ning Chuan's words came out, Bai Zhanhong couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Soon, he reacted and couldn't help laughing, "You should apologize to me, right?"

"You almost hit me, but you want me to apologize to you, what's the reason?" Ning Chuan was stunned by his question.

"If it weren't for your innocent stop, how could this be?" Bai Zhanhong asked rhetorically.

"Is there anything wrong with your three views?" Ning Chuan smiled.

Between the words, he walked straight towards Bai Zhanhong, making the atmosphere of the scene tense all of a sudden.

Bai Zhanhong narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Undoubtedly, Ning Chuan's move was a provocation to himself.

As the young master of the Moon Worship Immortal Sect and the Holy Son of the Holy Land, who would have dared to be so disrespectful in front of him on weekdays?

First of all, no matter what Ning Chuan's origin is, even if he is a saint-level genius in the Eastern Wilderness or a certain place in the Northern Underworld, he should not be so arrogant in front of him.

You must know that Zhongzhou is the strongest place in Canglan, and the strength of every holy land here is by no means comparable to the holy places of the other four regions.

Although the Moon Worship Immortal Sect is not a holy land, it is also a top-level sect second only to a holy land, and it is definitely enough to establish a holy place in places like the Eastern Wilderness and the Northern Underworld.

"Buzz ......"

In an instant, Bai Zhanhong stood up, and a vast aura erupted on him, and he actually had the strength to cut through the two heavens.

The terrifying general trend was like condensing into a mountain, and in the blink of an eye, it was pressed towards Ningchuan, sinking down like a heavenly mountain.

If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that it would really not be able to stop Bai Zhanhong's breath.

But who is Ning Chuan?

Heavenly Court Holy Land, the lord of the three realms, even if his superb immortal spirit root has only been activated for a long time, his strength is not as good as Bai Zhanhong, but wearing the Tianxuan Divine Armor, even if the saint comes, it is impossible to have the slightest impact on Ning Chuan with his momentum alone.

Not to mention, Bai Zhanhong was just a mere cultivator of the Dao Realm Double Heaven.

"Click......"

A crisp burst sounded, and the general trend pressed by Bai Zhanhong suddenly collapsed when it was close to the top of Ning Chuan's head, and it did not have the slightest impact on Ning Chuan.

"Huh?"

Such a scene suddenly made Bai Zhanhong's brows furrow even more.

He didn't dare to perceive that the aura on Ning Chuan's body seemed very weak and not worth mentioning at all.

But the other party invisibly disintegrated his momentum, and it was obvious that the Ning Chuan in front of him was not as simple as it seemed on the surface!

"Both of you are angry, it is a kind of fate for us to be able to gather here today, please give me Mo Ziyuan a face, if you have any grievances, let it go first." ”

Seeing that the atmosphere of the scene became more and more tense, it seemed that the two were about to fight, where could Mo Ziyuan still sit still?

He hurriedly came to the middle of Ning Chuan and Bai Zhanhong and opened his mouth to dissuade him.

As the holy son of the Xuanming Holy Land, Mo Ziyuan personally came out to mediate, no matter how arrogant Bai Zhanhong was, he didn't dare not give the other party.

He snorted coldly, his gaze turned away from Ning Chuan, and said, "I'll give Brother Mo face today, and I won't be like you first." ”

"You want to leave it at that?"

Ning Chuan sneered, and between his words, his footsteps did not stop, but continued to walk towards Bai Zhanhong.

His actions in this way immediately made many people, including Mo Ziyuan, frown slightly.

"Where did you come from, you don't even dare to give Brother Mo's face, if you dare to do anything in this life......"

A young man sitting next to Bai Zhanhong stood up, he looked at Ning Chuan and scolded coldly.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Ning Chuan looked at the other party slightly, his words fell, and the power of the Tong Bow was directly attracted by him, turning into a vast and infinite momentum, which fell down like a mountain.

"Bang!"

The young man was directly pressed and coughed up blood, his steps retreated again and again, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

When he looked at Ning Chuan again, he couldn't help but have an incomparably jealous look in his eyes.

"It's too arrogant to dare to hurt people directly, don't you think you're invincible?"

Someone couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help frowning and looking at Ning Chuan.

This is a young man in a black robe, his eyebrows are like a sword, his eyes are fierce, it is not difficult to see that he must have a very high attainment in kendo.

"Who are you?"

Ning Chuan's gaze turned again and looked at the black-shirted youth.

"Zhou Tong, the great disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. He reported his origin, and at the same time asked Ning Chuan, "Haven't asked for advice yet?"

"Northern Luoyun Holy Son, Ning Chuan. Ning Chuan said lightly.

"The Holy Son from the North?"

Not only Zhou Tong, but many people around couldn't help but be surprised in their hearts.

It turned out to be a master of the Holy Son level.

No wonder he dared not to put Bai Zhanhong in his eyes, and directly injured the young man just now.

Obviously, the strength of this person named Ning Chuan has at least reached the realm of slashing the Dao.

But no matter what, this is Zhongzhou, even if he is a holy son, but from the Northern Underworld, he should not be so arrogant, dare not put the genius of the local forces in Zhongzhou in his eyes.

"The Seven Holy Lands of the Northern Underworld, I only know about Liyuan, Wanchuan, Zixiao, Daoyan, Ziji, Taixu, and Mingguang, once upon a time there was any Luoyun Holy Land?" Zhou Tong narrowed his eyes, his eyes became a little more aggressive, and a shocking sword light was about to be cut out.

"Have you heard of Luo Yun, what's the matter with me? This is my grudge with the Moon Worship Immortal Sect, Bai Zhanhong drove the chariot and almost hit me, and he said a bad thing, I'm just asking him to apologize now, isn't it too much?" Ning Chuan looked at Zhou Tong with each other, and opened his mouth without fear on his face.

"First of all, it doesn't matter who is right and who is wrong in the grievances between you and Brother Bai, but if you hurt people here, this will be very shameless for Brother Mo. Zhou Tong snorted coldly.

"Oh?"

Ning Chuan couldn't help but smile and looked at the other party, "I'm not a bad guy, what can you do?"

"Arrogance!"

Zhou Tong snorted coldly, and the cold light in his eyes exploded, and he directly turned into a sword shadow and pierced out.

"Buzz ......"

The sword light contained a force of law, and the void was shaken, and the ripples collapsed, with a fierce aura, as if it could crush everything.

"I can't help myself. ”

Ning Chuan was disdainful, standing motionless in place, staring straight at the sword light that slashed in.

"Conceited!"

Seeing that he didn't avoid it, he didn't plan to resist, not only Zhou Tong, but also Bai Zhanhong, couldn't help but sneer at this moment.

Looking at the land of Zhongzhou, among the younger generation, I am afraid that there are not a few people who dare to take Zhou Tong's sword.

In the eyes of Bai Zhanhong and the others, Ning Chuan dared to ignore Zhou Tong's attack so much at this moment, which was tantamount to looking for death!