"In the morning of Nanchen, I have been long-awaited for a long time."

"I am Qiu Sheng!"

“…”

Everyone got to know each other.

Master Mu was very enthusiastic and poured wine for everyone with a smile.

The two of them, long and short, don’t like to talk much.

After a while, the food was served.

After the banquet began, the Jiuxuan Zhenren raised his glass on the platform and drank together.

The banquet is OK, but compared to the lobster and abalone in later generations, this banquet is not comparable.

But there is no shortage of chicken, duck, fish and meat.

It was pretty good for everyone to talk.

Because this Mu Sect attended the Taoist conference more than once.

I also introduced everyone to the afternoon arrangements and even tomorrow arrangements.

In the afternoon, there will usually be a short meeting or something.

Then the big guys from various sects held meetings, and they were wandering around themselves, exchanging treasures and other things.

Tomorrow will be the highlight.

The younger generation competition.

Anyone under the age of thirty can participate.

The winner has a generous prize.

As soon as the leader of the wood said this, the wood was long and the wood was short, and his eyes lit up and he began to be excited.

The first time the wooden long spoke:

"Tomorrow, my wooden goalkeeper will be famous all over the world, and my brothers will sweep away the heroes of the world."

"That's right, my senior brother Mu Chang, you'll be here to avoid it."

Hearing this, everyone at the table looked at the long and short wood in surprise.

These two people are not talkative, and they eat half of them without saying a few words.

But now, he claims to be trying to sweep the heroes of the world.

But Master Mu smiled and did not refute.

Obviously, I am very confident in my two apprentices.

But Qiu Sheng was unhappy after hearing this, and he drank some wine.

Immediately retorted:

"Two brothers, it's too early.

This name is my junior brother Nanchen.

Looking at the monks in the world, no one can surpass the younger generation and compete with my junior brother.”

Qiu Sheng said so passionately.

After all, Nan Chen's strength is really perverted and even a monster.

Nanchen smiled bitterly, without waiting for him to speak.

Qiu Sheng's words attracted several Maoshan disciples who were passing by with a wine pot.

The disciples turned around and sneered:

"Yo, I think someone is so arrogant.

If you dare to say such words as sweeping the heroes of the world, no one will compete for this.

It turns out that they are black-branded casual cultivators in the casual cultivator area!

A bunch of garbage.”

Hearing this, Nanchen and others looked for a voice.

Seeing this, Nan Chen couldn't help but feel a "knock" in his heart.

The young man in the head, holding a wine pot.

It turned out to be the illegitimate son of Ying Dangse, Demon, Uncle Jiu, and the current leader of Maoshan, Shi Jian.

Maoshan disciple, Shi Xiaojian.

Absolutely a villain, a true bad guy.

At the same time, the brothers next to him continued to mock Nanchen's table.

"That's right, a bunch of waste is still competing.

My senior brother can destroy you with just one finger."

"Senior brother, if these people dare to come forward, they don't need to take action.

I can kick them to death with my feet.”

"That's right, a group of black-branded casual cultivators can do nothing except bragging.

Senior brother, don’t pay attention to this group of trash.”
Chapter completed!