Chapter 1610

Chen Rongma said helplessly.

The vice president of whose family has been missing for two years, but Mo Nan has done so. In this way, no matter how high his prestige in the Taoist temple is, he is always the same as the empty vice president's position. Naturally, some people can't see him anymore.

Monan wondered

"That's not right. Isn't Nangong Yingnan always working for me?"

"You know that?"

Chen Rongma is an outsider. Obviously, he also understands what happened to Nangong Yingnan. Looking at Mo nanwunai's expression, he can't help but smile, and then corrects himself

"That girl is just a king of martial arts."

Mo Nan was stunned.

Soon, he understood what Chen Rongma meant. It was only those who had opinions. They didn't care whether anyone exercised the right of vice president, but they wanted to be vice president themselves.

Nangong Yingnan's power can't deter them, so they have to find fault.

"I see."

Mo Nan nodded and laughed, and immediately said in a happy voice: "it seems that in order for this woman to exercise the right of vice president for me, for a while, I have to do my best."

He wants to see who dares to be dissatisfied with him after today.

"It should be." Chen Rongma responded.

The reason why he agreed to fight with Monan was the same. As for why he didn't let those dissatisfied people directly challenge Monan

Er, Chen Rongma said that the teaching staff of the Taoist school was very scarce. He didn't want those idiots to run into Mo Nan's gun.

Therefore, it can only be him, the Dean, who plays in person.

Similarly, he also wants to see where Mo Nan's self-confidence comes from when he dares to appear so boldly just as Wu Zun.

"Come on, don't let them wait."

He got up and took out the long gun that had been locked in the cabinet for two years. Chen Rongma began to lead the way and strode out. Mo Nan followed.

Not long after, they had already come downstairs.

A large open space in the square is the place where the disciples do morning exercises on weekdays. First Chen Rongma and then Mo Nan show up. Many young disciples are boiling up and calling incessantly.

This shows how popular the old hooligan, who has never been seen before, is in the Taoist temple.

This is something that Chen Rongma intended to do. It's like paying back those ancient martial arts and martial arts skills that Mo Nan gave to the Taoist temple free of charge. That's why the old rascal just heard something from Nangong Yingnan. Chen Rongma even blushed when he heard about some of his deeds.

I don't know. Chen is a good boaster.

Different from many disciples, in the distance, some young martial arts practitioners, holding their arms, looked on coldly.

They are the teachers or elders of the Taoist school.

The old rascal leaned his ears and heard the comments there.

"Why did the Dean do it himself?"

"Oh, it's not to be a stepping stone for that trash."

"Shh, anyway, he is the vice president of our hospital."

"Cut, waste is waste..." the man still disdains a way.

Mo Nan immediately turned to see, and then, unexpectedly found that this mouth, is actually a young man, and also has the strength of Wu Zun.

No wonder I dare to be so crazy. I really have some talent. Even though the lower spiritual power has recovered, there are some capital to break through wuzun at this age.

But it's just some capital.

The old rascal shakes his head and smiles. Compared with Chen Jiang, Nangong Shuo, Liao Xian and others he knows, he is nothing.

What's more, this person's realm, if there is nothing, seems to be very unstable. There is no accident. He should have been forced to improve by taking a magic medicine, so his foundation is extremely not solid.

On this point, he has been unable to compare with Nangong Shuo and others.

And that's why the old hooligans have collected so many elixirs, but almost all of them assist in cultivation, not directly enhance their strength.

Otherwise, he doesn't need to shut up for so long. He can go straight into the mountains and break through wuzun for half a year at most.

"To practice, you have to be down-to-earth, step by step. There is no shortcut to martial arts."

This is the first sentence Mo Nan said to many disciples of the Taoist school.

Then, as if to confirm this sentence, he was surrounded by spiritual power and immediately rose from the ground. After 100 meters, he yelled to the bottom:

"I'm optimistic. Although I'm a wuzun, I can give full play to the power of wusheng."

The sound is like thunder, it's all over the ears.

Then, in the breath holding waiting of many disciples, they were frightened to see that Monan just waved. The whole spiritual power of heaven and earth had gathered to grow up and rolled around Monan, just like a real dragon.

This is the interaction between heaven and earth's spiritual power and oneself.

And this, obviously is only the martial Saint strength, can do things.

Even Mu Ruyan, who just broke through the martial saint, couldn't do it. Otherwise, he would never lose to Mo Nan. Monan sat down. It sounds as if all this is simple. Only the numerous disciples who watched at the scene can understand how shocking this scene is. Originally those elders who doubted the strength of Monan, their lips were dry and they could not speak. Even Chen Rongma could not help but be surprised and then laughed bitterly. He is about to break through the martial saint. To be honest, he was even ready to lose to Monan on purpose just now. However, it seems that he still farts on purpose. As a martial saint who has not yet broken through, he can't win over Monan at all. However, Chen Rongma couldn't figure it out. This boy is just Wu Zun. Why can he do this? He was so frustrated that he seldom failed. When Chen Rongma realized that he was in a wrong state of mind, he trembled and revived. After his heart was cold, his blood was boiling. It had to be said that Mo Nan's fighting power at the moment ignited his warlike heart“ Boy, is it enough to show off? If it's enough, hurry down and get shot by me! " In order to be able to see clearly the process of his fight with Monan, Chen Rongma didn't plan to go to the top to fight with Monan. He took great pains“ Hey, hey. " With a strange smile, Mo Nan found that Chen Rongma's fighting spirit was rising in his eyes, and his heart also became fiery. As soon as he fell to the ground, he raised his hand with a knife. No name knife. With a knife, the air is torn and twisted strangely. Nowadays, the old rascal's Sabre technique has also become perfect. When he wields a knife, others can't feel the slightest breath of sabre. But the more so, the more terrible his Sabre technique is“ Go Chen Rongma looks dignified, mouth a big drink, one handed gun, directly in front of the body. Boom. Like thunder. It is clear that there is no amazing scene when they fight. But after they really fight together, there is a constant explosion in the air and the ground vibrates. Some of the disciples who are in a weak state all around turn red in the face, and they can't bear the pressure of the spread of spiritual power. After a move. Mo Nan looked around and said with a grin: "Dean, we'd better go up to fight. Otherwise, before we finish fighting, these disciples will not be able to carry it." After all, when wuzun fights, some masters, even the disciples of wuzhe realm, can stand it“ All right Chen Rongma looked around and sighed with regret. After a move, his heart was agitated. Now, compared with taking care of those disciples, he wanted to have a fight with Monan.