Chapter 7893： Arrogant Silla

"You can still think of this level, but it is really not easy."

However, Lin Yanran still didn't understand Zhang Xiaofan after all and cast doubtful eyes on him.

"Since this is an internal matter of your plains, and the major cultivators in your plain province dare not dare to do it yourself, then what about me, an outsider?"

Zhang Xiaofan also shrugged indifferently, indifferently, but after hearing what Zhang Xiaofan said, Lin Yanran and Ying Xueer felt quite strange.

Look at what Zhang Xiaofan said just now, it is not the same as whether the Plain Cultivation Realm belongs to the Huaxia Cultivation Realm.

However, Lin Yanran and Ying Xue'er did not worry about it. In the eyes of the second woman, Zhang Xiaofan was typical of the kind of mentality that had nothing to do with him, and it was clear that he wanted to watch the fire from the other side .

"Well, I promise you, why should China's genius fear a battle? !!!"

The old man in black robe waved his hand.

Compared to the twenty-five bottles of Elixir, the old man in the black robe cares more about the face of the Chinese realm of Xiuzhen, which is related to whether Huaxia is the orthodox question of Xiuzhen.

Another problem is that Wu Mingsheng's wonderful performance just now filled the inner heart of the old black robe with full confidence. With this kind of magic weapon, I believe that Wu Mingsheng's combat effectiveness will be further improved.

The old man in black robe also believes that, except for Zhang Xiaofan ’s demon, which cannot be explained with common sense at all, it is already difficult to find a younger man who is more powerful than Wu Mingsheng in China.

As for the Xinluo, the country of the projectiles, it is naturally impossible to have a younger generation who can compete with Wu Mingsheng, who is capable of holding the magic weapon.

The middle-aged swordsman saw a sneer on his face.

I saw that the young swordsman under him also stepped up, and now the thunderstorm cloud was already carried by the disciple beside him and walked down the ring.

At this time, he was not willing to be sent to heal the thunderstorm, but instead he watched his dead rivals represent the battle between the younger generation of Huaxia Xiuzhen and the younger generation of Silla.

But even though the thunderstorm cloud was reluctant, but after seeing this scene in front of me, for a time, my heart felt mixed.

Just when everyone in the audience had different minds, I saw Silla's young swordsman striding towards the meteor, holding his Silla knife in one hand, his eyes also looked very cold.

Just listen, the young swordsman spoke with a pair of not fluent Chinese.

"Oh? Was it the first day of China?"

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

"Wu Mingsheng, you don't have to be merciless in the rest of the battle, give this Xinluo a hard lesson."

"This Silla stick actually looks down on our Huaxia Xiuzhen realm. Wu Mingsheng must teach him a hard meal and let this Xinluo stick know the strength of our Huaxia Xiuzhen realm!

I saw that many practitioners of the plains near the ring one by one began to cheer for Wu Mingsheng.

With such an ignorant Silla stick suddenly appearing, this can be regarded as arousing the anger in everyone's heart.

Teach me well, the Sillas their Chinese rules!