"Yang Chen, watch the boxing."

A loud shout suddenly sounded, and then a ball of golden light rose into the sky, and a young man wearing a purple crown appeared in front of Lu Chen.

Looking at this person, Lu Chen was slightly startled, because this person was clearly Jiang Xing from the Confucian Academy. He was in the Ziji Mountains and wanted to kill himself under the orders of Murong Qiu.

Lu Chen smiled coldly, waved the ink sword in his hand, and rushed forward with a large piece of poisonous light.

At the same time, Jiang Xing also performed the Daluo Vajra Art and transformed into a golden giant, rushing towards Lu Chen like a bright sun.

But at this moment, a torrent of poisonous light surged up, like a torrent of endless waves, and jets of black sword energy struck his body with a loud clang, making Jiang Xing stagger.

"No, Senior Brother Jiang is in danger."

In a pavilion, Jiang Xing's junior sister Xiao Yanjun was also standing in it, as well as many disciples from the Confucian Academy.

"This is expected. Letting Junior Brother Jiang play is just to consume Yang Chen's spiritual power. But now it seems that even if Long Xiao wants to use wheel fighting to deal with Yang Chen, it may be difficult to defeat him.

"

In front of Xiao Yanjun's left, stood a young man in blue robes. His body was as tall as a pine tree, his appearance was handsome, his eyes flashed with lightning, and he looked very extraordinary. All the Confucian academies around him were vaguely headed by him.

Because he is the top disciple of the inner sect of Confucian Academy, Lin Mutian!

"Senior Brother Lin, do you still want to play?" Xiao Yanjun asked.
Chapter completed!