"Master Nan, why sweat over a few ores?"
Fu Zongjue blocked Nanxuan Jing, a sneer playing on his lips.
"You are no match for me, don't shame yourself."
Nanxuan Jing's face was cold, but then he sensed something. He looked towards the east of Changxi Valley, where another "Fu Zongjue" had appeared and was staring at him coldly.
Two Puppet Bodies!?
Seeing this, Nanxuan Jing showed a hint of hesitation. But he knew that if he backed down today, it would be difficult for him to establish a branch in the Eastern Wasteland in the future. He steeled himself, ready for a fight.
"I have always been curious about the powerful techniques of your sect. During the previous battles with your fellow Daoists, I killed too quickly and didn't get a chance to fully understand them. This time, I'd like to request some guidance."
Chen Mobai suddenly stepped forward, issuing a challenge to the nine Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Xuan Xiao Taoist Palace.