Now that he can not only get cultivation resources, but also sell the official favor of the Dragon Kingdom, why not?

Half an hour later, the plane arrived at Hong Kong Island Airport.

When he stepped off the plane, Chen Jian's eyes flashed with an imperceptible murderous intent in his eyes.

"What an annoying ant!"

Chen Jian walked into the empty alley.

"Come out all and don't waste any more of my time." Chen Jian said impatiently.

There was no answer for four weeks.

Chen Jian's eyes were cold, and a white glow condensed on his fingertips, and then shot towards the western wall.

"Boom!"

A violent roar rang out, and the wall exploded to smithereens, sending countless pieces of rubble in all directions.

"Uhh

Immediately after, a terrible scream rang out, and a large area of blood mist flew across the void.

A man in a monk's robe suddenly appeared, only to see a pierced Bobo blood hole on his shoulder blades, which was translucent and terrifying.

"Bastard!"

The face of the man in the monk's robe was full of hideous and terrifying colors, and he quickly took out the medicinal powder and smeared it on his shoulder, quickly stopping the bleeding!

"Who are you from Nan Zhenwu?" Chen Jian frowned, because he found that the man in front of him and Nan Zhenwu, who had been killed by him, had the same aura in his body as the origin.

"I am Nan Zhenwu's master, known as Nan Seng, you killed my disciple, how can I not take revenge?" The southern monk's tone was cold, and his voice was full of chill.

"There are so many people looking for death." When the words fell, Chen Jian pointed out, and a white light converged, and then cut out.

"Poof!"

Before Nan Seng could react, his left arm suddenly rose to the sky, and blood surged.

"How is that possible?"

Nan Seng was horrified, he thought that he had the strength of the half-step God Realm, and he didn't dare to say that he would easily take down Chen Jian, but at least he wouldn't be cut off by his arm with one blow, right?

Chen Jian continued to speak: "One by one, you like to come to the door to seek revenge, I will give you a chance, call all your connections and energy and the most capable of fighting, I will solve them all, don't waste my time." ”

"There's a kind!" The southern monk said fiercely: "In seven days, I will bring people to kill you!" ”

After speaking, Nan Seng turned around and left.

......

Hong Kong Island.

It is a place known as the cosmopolitan city of the Asian Tigers, although it is not as populous and large as the city on the other side.

However, there are many rich people here, because it was colonized by the Empire on which the sun never sets, and the positive impact is that the economic development is synchronized with the West, which promotes economic development.

The negative impact was that the dragon people on Hong Kong Island did not enjoy equal economic rights for a long time, and this situation was only resolved after the return to the dragon country.

Chen Jian wandered in the bustling city, staring at this vast number of living beings, but found that the ordinary people here were a minority, and most of them were martial artists or cultivators.

"What's going on, why are there so many martial arts cultivators here, is something going on?" Chen Jian pondered in his heart: "According to my understanding, there are generally so many martial artists and cultivators, then there must be some grand event, maybe there are some heavenly treasures, and maybe there are cultivation resources." ”

Thinking like this in his heart, he planned to find someone to ask, and not long after, in an alley, two delicate-looking beauties blocked their way.

One of the women stared at Chen Jian with eyes in her eyes, and said fiercely, "Who are you?" Why follow us? ”

And a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl beside her looked at Chen Jian with disdain and contempt.

"Sister, just an ordinary person, what's there to be afraid of?"

The girl looked at Chen Jian's twenty-four or five-year-old age, and the aura on her body was extremely ordinary, without a trace of the aura of a martial artist or a cultivator.

Chen Jian ignored it, but looked at the girl's sister lightly: "It's nothing, I just want to ask why there are so many martial artists and cultivators gathered here, is there any grand event?" ”