Chapter 7893

"It's not easy for you to think of this level."

However, Lin Yanran did not understand Zhang Xiaofan after all, and cast a puzzled look at him.

"Since this is your duty in Pingyuan Province, and the major Xiuzhen sects in Pingyuan province dare not do it themselves, what's the matter with me as an outsider?"

Zhang Xiaofan is also indifferent shrugged, indifferent, but after hearing Zhang Xiaofan's words, Lin Yanran and Ying Xueer feel quite strange.

Look what Zhang Xiaofan said just now, it's the same as whether the plain cultivation world belongs to the Chinese cultivation world. It's really puzzling.

However, Lin Yanran and Ying Xueer are not at ease either. In the eyes of the two girls, Zhang Xiaofan's typical attitude is that he has nothing to do with himself and wants to watch the excitement from another side.

"Well, I promise you, why are Chinese talents afraid of the first World War?"

The black robed old man waved his hand and said.

Compared with the twenty-five bottles of pills, the old man in black robe cared more about the face of the Chinese cultivation world, which was related to whether the Chinese cultivation was orthodox.

Another problem is that Wu Mingsheng's wonderful performance just now also makes the old man in black robe full of self-confidence. With this magic weapon in hand, I believe Wu Mingsheng's combat effectiveness will be further improved.

The old man in black robe also believes that in addition to Zhang Xiaofan's evil which can't be explained by common sense, it's hard to find a more powerful young man in China than Wu Mingsheng.

As for the country of bullets, Silla is certainly less likely to have a younger generation that can compete with Wu Mingsheng, who is a powerful weapon.

Seeing this, the middle-aged swordsman showed a sneer on his face.

I saw that the young swordsman under him also stepped up. At the moment, thunderstorm cloud had been carried down the challenge arena by the disciples.

At this time, thunderstorm cloud, he didn't want to be sent to the hospital for treatment. Instead, he watched his rival fight on behalf of the younger generation of Huaxia Xiuzhen and the younger generation of Silla.

However, even though thunderstorm clouds are reluctant to do anything in their hearts, when they see this behind the scenes, they feel mixed feelings for a moment.

At the moment when everyone's mind is different, the young swordsman of Silla strides to the challenge arena, holding his own Silla sword in one hand, and his eyes are also very indifferent.

Just listen, this young swordsman uses a pair of not very fluent Chinese mouth, way.

"Oh? Is it the first day of Huaxia? "

"I hope your strength is not too weak, and don't let me down too much!"

"Wu Mingsheng, don't be merciful in the fight after that. Teach this Silla a a lesson."

"This new Luo Bangzi looks down on our Chinese cultivation world. Wu Mingsheng must teach him a lesson so that this new Luo Bangzi can know the strength of our Chinese cultivation world!"

I saw that many practitioners in the plains near the challenge arena began to cheer for Wu Mingsheng one after another.

With the sudden appearance of such a high-ranking Silla Bangzi, it can be regarded as arousing the anger in everyone's heart. Everyone shares a common hatred and wants to teach Silla Bangzi a lesson.

Teach them well, this is the Chinese rule of Silla people!