As soon as the disciples of Mingjing Sect asked for their names and wanted to compete with He Zhenjun's disciples, Lianyin immediately felt like a person was sitting at home and the pot came from the air.

The system comforted her: "Don't feel innocent. From the moment you became He Nanfeng's apprentice, there is no word innocent in your life dictionary."

In short, who made her master awesome! Since there are few people in this world who can beat He Nanfeng, then shouldn’t you hurry up and bully his apprentice?

Lianyin was speechless for a moment, and she felt that what the system said was very reasonable and could not refute it at all.

The system was talking to Lianyin. On the watch platform, when He Nanfeng heard that someone was seeking death and wanted to bully his apprentice, he refused to protect his apprentice regardless of whether he was the only venerable in heaven and earth to preserve his image, and directly refused on behalf of his apprentice: "No comparison."

The next scene of the battle are silent on the other side of the battle arena.

The younger generation who issued the provocative letter did not expect that He Zhenjun would reject it personally. He would not answer for a while and just stood in the competition arena in a daze.

He looks like who he is, where he is, what he wants to do.

If the word "No Compare" is spoken by others, there may be room for speech, but these two words emerge from He Nanfeng's mouth, and few people dare to argue with him.

But it doesn’t mean that few people dare to argue, but no one dares to do so. At least among the powerful people sitting on the stage of watching the battle, several of the apprentices have already finished the competition, and all ended in failure.

It was just a shame, but it was He Zhenjun's turn. How could those powerful people waste the opportunity to go into the water with He Zhenjun? If He Zhenjun's disciples also lost, it would be a happy situation. They were not afraid of any embarrassment when the matter spread. Anyway, no matter how embarrassing he was, he would not be able to lose He Zhenjun's face.

After holding on to such thoughts, several powerful people all smiled, "True Lord, since True Lord is a role model for us, how can you retreat to others for such a meaningful thing?"

"Yes, yes. True Lord, winning or losing is not important, what is important is that this is a very meaningful lesson."

"Yes, yes, although my young disciple lost the competition, I feel very good. I am naughty on weekdays, but now I know that it is great. It will benefit you from your future practice without any harm."

"What I said is right."

"I agree too!"

He Nanfeng looked up at the familiar powerful people around him. He could see their dirty thoughts at just one glance. He hummed out of his nose without any face. He was too lazy to answer the conversation.

Want to plot against his disciples? Don’t even think about it! He He Nanfeng’s admission of disciples is not for bullying them. Besides, he is so cute, obedient, well-behaved, and fast-practicing little disciple. Why did he let her see a great experience? Even if her practice is not progressing quickly in the future, he would be happy!

With a thought in his heart, He Nanfeng simply said "No comparison". In order to avoid the old age of these powerful people around him, he even raised his voice, and the pressure in his body also overflowed, which instilled many juniors and people with low cultivation.

Even Lianyin couldn't help but be shocked by his pressure and almost kneeled down.

This is the power of the highest level of practice. There is no need to say too much or do anything. Just spread a little pressure to make everyone surrender. It is more effective than cold weapons, hot weapons, and gold, silver and money.

He Nanfeng was very sensible. After the pressure appeared, he quickly withdrew all his eyes. He immediately turned to his apprentice and asked whether Lianyin was in trouble with his eyes. Seeing that she was still standing well, she was not kneeling around like those juniors who were not good at practicing. He was so satisfied that he felt extremely satisfied.

He is worthy of being his disciple, but he is much better than other disciples!

After he exerted his pressure, those who wanted to drag him into the water did not dare to persuade him anymore, because even they were shocked by He Nanfeng's previous pressure. Now they need to sit down and rest to return their minds.

Seeing that the scene was so unpleasant, Ming Jing Sect could only quickly wink the elders of the sect, and let the elders clear the scene quickly, end the farce, and continue the next sect competition.

As soon as several elders of the Ming Pure Land Sect took the instructions from the head, they immediately separated.

But at this moment, Lianyin, who was not the turn of a voice, took the initiative to stand up and responded to the competition: "I am willing to fight!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere on the field changed again.

He Nan looked at Lianyin in the wind, not angry at her shattering, but felt distressed and confirmed to her unwillingly: "You want to fight?" Why should you fight?

"Yes, the disciple wants to fight." Lian Yin turned around and asked He Nanfeng for instructions.

He Nanfeng had one question: "Why?"

Lianyin's answer was: "Disciple wants to know where his current level is." This is the first thing, and the second thing is that He Nanfeng's power was revealed just now. Lianyin is not sure whether this world really only focuses on strength and weakness. She wants to help him block some unnecessary rumors.

He Nanfeng was difficult to refute Lianyin's answer, after all, he was not like a master who ignored his disciple's opinions.

Since the apprentice wanted to try his own depth, he certainly agreed.

But there is only one thing: "Then you have a good sense of your ability. If you feel that you can't do it, give up early. Be careful not to get hurt."

"Well, I understand."

The people around him looked at He Zhenjun whose painting style suddenly changed, and there was nothing to say.

He Nanfeng instructed Lian Yin, thought about it and sent a message to the left leader of Mingjing Sect, saying: "Since the disciples of the noble sect want to fight with my disciple, then fight. But my disciples are only in the middle stage of foundation building now, so I think the disciples challenged by your sect should be equal, right?"

He first said the grievance, and then he only said that the disciples of Mingjing Sect were not allowed to compete to bully his disciples.

You should know that the two people in the Golden Pill stage just now were at the wrong level. In this way, it would be no shame to lose the game in the early stage of the Golden Pill. The only difference is that the master in the early stage of the Golden Pill stage is just a powerful man with a very famous reputation.

But what's wrong with being famous? If you eat rice from their Ming Pure Land, or drink soup from their Ming Pure Land, you have to give in to them? He Nanfeng is not right!

The left leader of the Mingjing Sect quickly responded to He Nanfeng's request. As for the disciple who asked the name to challenge Lianyin just now, he was in the early stage of the Golden Elixir, so naturally he had nothing to do now.

The left leader spoke to ask the disciples in the sect if there were any disciples in the middle stage of foundation building who wanted to compete with He Zhenjun's disciples, and if they were willing, they would go to the arena.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone had already entered the ring.
Chapter completed!