“Who is the one called Wang Lin?” Pu Nanzi after coming down, looking cold said casually.
Wang Lin had retreated into the crowd of disciples, didn’t expect that the first thing this Yuan Ying expert would do is to find him.
As all the disciples stared at him, Pu Nanzi’s eyes swept away, stared at Wang Lin, pricking his eyebrows, thought inwardly, this youth should be Wang Lin, which he had heard about from his junior Ouyang repeatedly before, in the exchange, everybody had lost against him, he had quite intended to win him over.
Pu Nanzi was salivating over Heng Yue Sect, during the exchange he had originally thought that with Zhou Peng, would have certainly able to win in the tournament, and Heng Yue Sect would have been seized without the need for losing face.
But the emergence of Wang Lin, had disrupted his plans, thus he was forced to use his own great strength to forcibly capture.
“Are you Wang Lin?” Pu Nanzi asked coldly.
Wang Lin took a deep breath, bowing respectfully, said: “Disciple Wang Lin greets, Xuan Dao Sect Pu Nanzi Ancestor.”