Zhou Jing held a gun in one hand and raised Zhuo Jianchen in the air. Looking at the other party's incredible expression, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows:

"Sword Saint, that's it? You were hit before I could use my strength."

"You, you are so fast?"

Zhuo Jianchen widened his eyes and looked shocked.

He just saw Zhou Jing's previous performance. Although he was amazing, he did not feel unattainable yet, and he knew it in his heart.

In his opinion, with his own unique move, he will not only defeat his opponent, but he has a chance to win one and a half move, so he won the bet, so he is confident in taking action.

But unexpectedly, Chen Feng's speed suddenly became several times faster, which was unexpected. No matter how exquisite his moves were, they were useless.

"The only way to break the martial arts in the world is fast. As long as the speed is fast enough, it can turn decay into magic. All the tricks are everywhere. Even the most ordinary straight stab is a trick that cannot be cracked."

Zhou Jing responded casually, then pulled out the gun.

Zhuo Jianchen fell to the ground, covering the bloody wound, but he didn't look angry and his tone was complicated:

"What you said is to return to the essence of martial arts. With your speed, even if ordinary people practice martial arts proficiently, they are not your enemy. There are countless experts I have ever fought in my life. Your martial arts are almost invincible in the world. It is not an exaggeration to call it the best in the world. This time I was defeated."

Immediately afterwards, Zhuo Jianchen looked around the people around him and said with a slutty smile:

"I often claim to be the best swordsman in the world. After living for so many years, I realized that there are people outside. Today I am defeated and ashamed of the invitation from major sects, I have no face and will retire from the mountains and rivers in the future. I will no longer be concerned about the affairs of the world. I will say goodbye!"

After saying that, he used his light skills, walked straight through the crowd, ran wildly in the direction of the mountain, and ran away directly.

"Hey, I'm really good at talking and run fast."

Zhou Jing raised his eyebrows and smiled and was entertaining.

Many people from the martial arts world looked at each other and looked shocked.

Senior Sword Saint was beaten to retire directly?!

Moreover, before leaving, he personally verified that Chen Feng's martial arts reached an invincible state.

From ancient times to the present, no master of the martial arts world has truly won this honor. Even if he has similar self-proclaimedness, he cannot convince the public.

Can we witness Chen Feng’s throne of history and the world’s number one today?

The crowd of onlookers was in a state of turmoil and there was a lot of discussion.

On the other hand, the major schools looked ugly and they felt their faces were burning.

The sword saint just left, insisting on saying a lot of scenes, deliberately raising Chen Feng to preserve his reputation, but in turn put them on the fire and roasted them.

At this time, Zhou Jing withdrew his gaze, turned his head to look at the various sects, raised his chin and asked:

"Is there any expert who has fought with me?"

Everyone was in awe and silent.

Luo Zhen gritted his teeth secretly, feeling annoyed.

Chen Feng's arrogance had already overwhelmed the audience and shocked everyone. Now many of the masters who were invited to help boxing have retreated.

He had a premonition that today's martial arts conference might not be able to achieve its goal and he could not win the bet.

Luo Zhen couldn't help but glance at the people present, trying to find the dead men in the court who were hiding it, but he didn't get any results.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed someone patting his shoulder from behind.

Luo Zhen looked back and his expression changed slightly, and he became surprised:

"Uncle Master, why are you here?"

"Hmph, if I don't come, who will deal with the mess you made?"

The visitor was an old man with a long hair and a childish face, wearing a simple Taoist robe. Although he stood in a conspicuous position, others subconsciously ignored him, as if he did not exist.

The Nanhua School is divided into laymen and Yin Sect. The laymen serve as heads and manages the affairs of the sects. The Yin Sect is the Taoist dynasty and has the true teachings of magic.

This old man with crane hair and a young face is a member of the Yin Sect of the Nanhua School and Taoist Biyun.

Upon hearing this, Luo Zhen was immediately excited and his waist straightened.

Although he was the head of the sect, he had no right to order Yinzong. However, everyone was from his fellow disciples and interests were all related. Yinzong was willing to help him at this moment.

With such strong support, Luo Zhen's confidence immediately became stronger and he couldn't help but feel superior.

——So what if you have good martial arts? Our sect has masters who practice magic!

"What is the Master planning to do? Do you want to fight him?" Luo Zhen asked in a low voice.

Taoist Biyun said angrily:
Chapter completed!