"Boy, you are the man who saved Jiang Xin?"

"that's right!"

Chu Nan seems to say it casually, but his eyes are looking at the five great martial arts masters in front of him. Only in terms of cultivation, everyone's breath is stronger than Chu Nan's, and even three people are stronger than Zhang Hong's, "two high-level martial arts masters, three big round martial arts masters, Emperor Zhengyang is really willing to fight!"

at the same time, hearing Chu Nan's answer, the five great wuzuns all looked scornful, and one on the left laughed and said, "you, a high-ranking warrior, dare to call yourself a high man?"

"can't a high-ranking...