My Master is Lin Zhengying

When Wencai saw him, he seemed to have gained courage.

"Fight, I'll challenge him!"

After finishing speaking, Wen Cai tightened the Jiuju staff and jumped onto the ring.

Seeing Wencai coming on stage, the Ma family children smiled "hehe":

"It looks like I'm going to win two games in a row!"

Wencai ignored him and clasped his fists together:

"Renjia Town Yizhuang Wencai."

It's embarrassing for Wen Cai to reveal his family background.

Even Uncle Jiu on the main stage laughed.

In the end, Shi Jian turned his head and mocked;

"Lin Jiu, this is one of those silly apprentices! It looks like he won't survive ten tricks!"

Uncle Jiu ignored it.

The four-eyed priest persuaded him:

"none of your business."

"you……"

Shi Jian was furious, and it was difficult to explode...

On the ring, the Ma family disciples have already made their move.

With a big knife in his hand, he slashed at Wencai with one blow.

Wen Cai adjusted his breathing, circulated his profound energy, raised his stick and hit with all his strength.

"bring it on!"

This blow was as powerful as a rainbow, with waves of profound energy.

The fifth level of the yellow rank can properly suppress the opponent.

The son of the Ma family panicked. The seemingly mediocre literary talent is even higher than him.

Only passive defense.

As a result, Wencai was chopped down with one blow.

With a "bang", for some reason, the power of Jiuju's staff was faintly activated.

In an instant, the man only felt his soul tremble.

The power of Jiuju staff is to seduce souls and control ghosts.

At this moment, the disciple of the Ma family felt unprecedented panic.

This led to a slack defense, and his own cultivation was already suppressed.

The result can be imagined, Wen Cai's blow knocked the Ma family disciple to the ground on the spot.

Qi and blood surged, and the urge to vomit blood.

Wen Cai was about to continue to attack, and the man was so frightened that he hurriedly gave up:

"Admit defeat, admit defeat, admit defeat..."

Ahao, Aqiang and the others cheered immediately.

"Wen Cai, you won!"

"Excellent literary talent..."

Wencai himself was dumbfounded.

The audience also cheered.

"what!"

"Beat Ma Zhu with one move, this man is strong!"

"This casual cultivator..."

"..."

Wen Cai also found confidence in the bursts of cheers.

He looked at Jiale Qingqing, at Nanchen Qiusheng, and finally at Uncle Jiu at the main stage.

Uncle Jiu nodded slightly at him and smiled.

When Wencai saw him, he seemed to be recognized, and his heart instantly became happy.

The stiff expression on his face turned into joy, he raised his stick and shouted:

"Master, master, I won, master, I won..."

But without shouting a few times, another challenger appeared.