Chapter 1768: A Whip Flying

They are all spirit beasts, naturally recognize the master, and as soon as they are released, they all fly to their respective masters, and the crane with diarrhea still looks at a few miscellaneous servants humanely.

Seeing that Chen Nan didn't catch up, several people came to the confidence again, Feng Ling sat on the back of the crane, coiled back and forth below, looked at the top and shouted: "A little handyman dares to offend the disciples of the sect, you wait for me, this matter is not over today, you are dead, do you know?"

Several other people, especially the two female cultivators, squeaked and screamed when they suffered losses, and made gestures to the mountain, threatening to teach Chen Nan and the like.

Chen Nan knew that these people would definitely shout people, so he simply let them shout, and now he was not afraid at all, Chen Nan knew very well that if he was promoted up a little bit and reached the point where he had the right to speak, then the time would be too long, and he had to do a few big things to alarm the top of the sect and make them pay attention to themselves, so as to achieve the goal of rapid promotion, so he simply waited here for them to call someone.

"Interesting!" On the mountain, the little princess looked at Chen Nan with interest with her cheeks, she didn't expect that Chen Nan would casually beat away a few outer disciples, what kind of strength is he? Jindan sixth layer, Jindan late stage?

In short, she became interested in him, if Chen Nan could join the outer gate, after all, he would be the one who went out of his own cave mansion, wouldn't he be able to cultivate his own power? In this way, he would also have face in front of other inner disciples, plus his ninth sister, and a few senior brothers and junior brothers who had been strong before, he was also a little powerful in the sect, and no one would care too much about it in the future.

With this thought, the little princess didn't come down, just stood in front of a pavilion and looked down, waiting to see a good show, if Chen Nan really didn't clean up, she could also be angry, anyway, it was all good for herself, as long as it wasn't for the inner disciples to come, she didn't plan to come forward.

"If you lose, you don't have the ability. The little princess sneered and continued to look down with interest.

Sure enough, there was not much time, and several disciples rushed up the mountain with a seventh-layer disciple of Jindan, who was also an outer gate.

The seventh layer of Jindan is in the late stage of Jindan, so they don't believe it, a late Jindan can't deal with Chennan?

"Senior Brother Xuan, it's him. A female cultivator said, obviously, this female cultivator is looking for her suitor or friend, and most importantly, Xuan Bing's cousin is an inner disciple, and the little princess always has to give some face.

The outer disciples have the inner disciples as the backing, and many people in the outer gate will give face, and the power will not be small, ordinary people are higher in cultivation than Xuan Bing, and they don't dare to make a move on him, they all have to look at his cousin's face, she doesn't believe in a small handyman, even if he has the opportunity to enter the outer door, he still dares to hurt Xuan Bing? Unless he really doesn't want to live.

"A little handyman, how many heads do you have to dare to beat my Taoist companion, I'll let you die today!" Xuan Bing immediately roared when he saw Chen Nan, the disciples of the Liuguang Sword Sect all use swords, and the martial arts taught by the sect are mostly swordsmanship, and Xuan Bing's sword is matched with the waist, and the sword on the waist is still very majestic for decoration, so many disciples have rings and do not use them, and carry the sword on their waists or behind their backs.

"Cang!" Xuan Bing drew his sword and pounced on Chennan in the air, the sword swayed with dazzling sword light, blooming dazzling brilliance, extending from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain, the sword momentum was shocking, domineering and awe-inspiring.

His meaning is obvious, kill him directly with a sword, not only to win, but also to win beautifully, so the momentum is very strong, not to mention that many disciples are looking at it, isn't this majestic?

It's just that he came up fast and went down faster, and Chen Nan made a very casual move, and he directly whipped it up.

The whip is only a low-grade spiritual weapon, and Xuan Bing's sword is a high-grade spiritual weapon, but it was drawn by the whip and even the sword and the person, Xuan Bing had no ability to resist at all, and flew down the mountain like a cannonball, and the others didn't catch it, and directly hit the ground and fainted.

Damn, how much power is this? A whip of a low-grade spiritual weapon, and a whip that whipped away the seventh layer of Jindan with a high-grade spiritual weapon, then this person's true essence is too terrifying.

There were quite a few people who followed Xuan Bing, including a few disciples who were beaten away just now, and there were dozens of people who came to see the excitement, and these people were all dumbfounded.

"Demon, this son is definitely a demon, if he doesn't die, he should be a popular candidate to enter the outer gate, but does he have a chance to live?

People were talking about it, and they all realized that it was a big deal, and there was definitely a good show to watch this time, but as a result, more and more people gathered at the bottom of the mountain, and they were all waiting to see the excitement.

The first few outer disciples who caused trouble had nervous expressions and ugly faces, and they all realized that this matter was completely beyond their expectations, and it was no longer under their control, and no one thought that a small miscellaneous servant would be so difficult, this is probably the most awesome miscellaneous servant in the history of the sect.

After the rescue, Xuan Bing finally came to his senses, his face was flushed, and he jumped up and said cruelly to the mountain: "Boy, you wait for me, I will never let you go today, you are dead, it will be difficult to solve the hatred in my heart if I don't crush your bones and ashes." ”

"Yes, you wait, we won't let you go. Several of the disciples who were beaten down followed suit, and a group of people made a lot of noise and left angrily.

This matter is obviously not over, and the people who watched the excitement did not dare to break into the Little Princess Cave Mansion at will, so they all stood below and waited silently, waiting to see the excitement.

"Interesting, does this guy have the strength of the late stage of Jindan? But he is obviously the fifth layer of Jindan. "On the mountain, the little princess is holding her cheeks, and she is more interested in Chennan.

A handyman moved a chair for Chennan, and Chennan simply sat on the top of the mountain and waited for them, if this matter is not solved today, there will be trouble in the future.

"Boss!" Cao Rui ran over and brought a tray to Chen Nanduan, with a bottle of spirit wine and a spirit fruit on the plate.

Chen Nan was not polite, he took it over and ate it, tasted the spirit fruit, drank the wine, and waited slowly.

Looking at the boss's domineering and domineering, looking at the appearance of the wind and clouds, the miscellaneous servants looked at the blood boiling one by one, the reverence was like the surging of the river, there was a way to be a soldier, a nest of bears, the courage of the soldiers, seeing Chennan's heroic spirit, these miscellaneous servants who usually did not dare to raise their heads in front of the outer disciples, one by one also slowly raised their heads, there seemed to be a fire burning in their chests, they all became majestic, high-spirited, and had their own momentum, at this moment they seemed to feel that they were not even afraid of death, and had the courage to face life again.

This is the power of the leader, sometimes it is not that the soldiers are afraid of death, but that the generals are incompetent, even Cao Rui, who is used to patting on the back, is infected by the atmosphere, and gradually pulls up his chest, looking at the bottom of the mountain with blazing eyes.