I'm Xianzun's little cat

Chapter 286 I'm Not the Strongest Person

The female disciple of Jianheng Sect's chest trembled in anger, she just heard a "Hang" and drew out the long sword in the sheath, and slashed at Sangbei.

Although Yu Shuming secretly scolded Sangbei for being impulsive and bad, but after all, he was his companion and had to save him. He grabbed Chunhua and Sangbei respectively with each hand and fled back.

Zeng Yi stepped forward quickly, his whole body standing in front of the crowd like a mountain. Although Bi Lu reacted a bit slower, he quickly put the sword in front of him, ready to draw the sword at any time.

The disciples of Jianhengzong were not slow to react, they just pulled out their long swords in an instant to support their fellow teachers and sisters.

Jiang Zhentian didn't move, he just watched the scene coldly, wanting to see why this group of people spoke such wild words?

Zeng Yi punched out, and the thunder and lightning surged on the fist, and it collided fiercely with the woman's long sword.

The woman had a grin on her face. Although her spirit sword was not a famous sword, it was also refined from high-quality materials. It was wishful thinking that the opponent wanted to use his body to fight against it.

However, the scene of flying flesh and blood that the woman had imagined did not appear. Zeng Yi's fist was as hard as steel, and there was a crackling sound where it touched the long sword.

Zeng Yi roared angrily, and the strength in his hand soared and sent the woman holding the sword flying. The disciple of Jianheng Sect's expression changed and he raised the long sword in his hand and was about to strike.

Jiang Zhentian raised his hand to stop the movement of his brothers, with a serious expression on his face, and asked: "The peak of Tianwu Level 30 is on the verge of breaking through Tianwu Level [-]. I think your age should not exceed [-] years old."

Zeng Yi cupped his hands and replied, "I'm Zeng Yi, I'm 23 this year."

"Although the 23-year-old first-class Tianwu is not uncommon among the first-class sects, he is indeed quite talented among the third-class sects."

Jiang Zhentian shook his head slightly, expressing his approval of Zeng Yi's strength, but changed the subject in the next sentence, asking: "You should be the strongest person in your group, right? Staying in the sect will bury your talent after all. , you can consider whether you are willing to come to my Jianheng sect, and I will forget about what happened today."

Jiang Zhentian raised his chin slightly and looked very proud, as if his words were a great charity to Zeng Yi.

Zeng Yi had a weird expression on his face, subconsciously turned his head to look at the rice ball, and said slowly, "I'm not the strongest person."

Jiang Zhentian nodded and said: "I know you are the strongest among you, you don't have to worry about your sect's opinion, I will handle it well..."

Before I finished speaking, I suddenly felt something was wrong.What the man in front of him said just now, isn't he the strongest among them?
He couldn't make up his mind, the 23-year-old first-class Tianwu was considered a talented disciple among the first-class sects.How could there be a disciple with better talent than him in a mere third-class sect?

If there were elders among the Fantuan group, then he would not be puzzled by Zeng Yi's words.

However, at this moment, the fact before us is that the average age of the group in front of them will never exceed 22 years old, and the oldest will never exceed 25 years old.

Among such a group of young people from the third-class sect, it is already rare to have a strong man at the first level of Tianwu, but there is more than one strong man above Tianwu, and even stronger than the one in front of him, how is it possible?

Then he heard a sneer: "Hey, do you have a problem with your ears? He said that he is not the strongest person, why can't you understand?"

It was an unfamiliar voice, but compared to the little girl who uttered wild words, this voice was even more arrogant and domineering, exuding a sense of confidence.

Jiang Zhentian looked for his reputation, and a girl in white clothes who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old walked out slowly from behind the group of people.

(End of this chapter)