Yi Mingzi has always maintained a friendly demeanor in the camp, since he was here to gain experience, and thus even if he was pretending, he had to maintain a good facade.
Many cultivators in the camp had a high opinion of him, completely different from Chen Nan and his group.
But at this moment, his hair was disheveled, a deep fist mark marred his face, with bones broken, blood staining half of his face, coupled with a ferocious expression, he looked like a demon.
The prior gentleness and peace had completely vanished, leaving only brutality, shocking many cultivators.
"Jue Mingzi, my master is Master Canglan, dare to hit me, you are dead!"
Chen Nan spread his hands, a faint smile on his face: "Sir, it's important to provide evidence, who saw me hit you?"
Yi Mingzi's gaze immediately fell on Master Xiaotian, as he was the only one in the tent before, but Master Xiaotian didn't think much of him, so how could he testify for him?
