"Boo!"
Su Menglong's powerful palm landed on the surface of the colorful spiritual patterns on Zhong Wen's head. It only made an extremely weak sound, and it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no more sound.
On the other hand, Zhong Wen's face was still smiling, and he didn't look hurt at all?
He received the saint's palm with his head in front, but it didn't seem to cause any damage to him!
"Spirit Pattern Body Refining Technique!"
Seeing the spiritual light pattern on his body, Su Menglong's eyes widened, his pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but exclaimed.
"You can actually recognize the spirit pattern body refining technique?"
Zhong Wen couldn't help but said in surprise, "You, old man, do have some knowledge."
Yes, what he just used was the famous unique skill of the top expert from ancient times, the Venerable Duer, the Spirit Pattern Body Refining Technique.
In the past three years, under the constant writing of "Zhong Wen No. 2", the spiritual patterns on Zhong Wen's body have transformed again, and they have turned into colorful colors.
The same color as Lord Du’e himself!
This also means that the effect of his "Spirit Pattern Body Refining Technique" has now caught up with the master who created this unique skill.
It should be noted that in ancient times, Venerable Due once stood and allowed seven saints to attack him for three days and three nights, but not even a hair fell off. His ability to withstand the attack was earth-shattering and unparalleled in ancient and modern times.
Su Menglong's attempt to break through Zhong Wen's defense on his own was obviously nothing more than wishful thinking.
"If you hadn't said too much just now, I would have gotten rid of the title of scumbag."
Just when he was in doubt, Zhong Wen continued, "A little bit, just a little bit short. I'm very angry and the consequences will be serious."
Scumbag?
WTF?
Su Menglong looked confused and had no idea what he was talking about.
What happened next was so shocking that he almost dropped his jaw to the ground.
Zhong Wen, whose body was shining with colorful light, actually opened his right leg in the trapped immortal formation and took a step in the direction of himself.
How can it be?
How could he move in the trapped immortal formation?
Su Menglong's heart was so shaken that he could hardly believe his eyes. He instinctively pointed his toes to the ground and jumped back, trying to distance himself from the opponent.
The performance of the young man in white was unexpected again and again, and the endless magical methods made him feel fearful, and he actually felt a faint desire to retreat.
Damn scumbag!
Coral also had a confused look on her face, and it took her a while to realize that Zhong Wen's "dying wish" just now was just a deliberate attempt to tease her. She couldn't help but give him a hard look, feeling angry and funny at the same time.
"If we say that the first formation master in ancient times was Li Luo, the master of Liuren Hall." Zhong Wen said slowly as he walked forward slowly, "Then do you know who is the strongest formation master in this era?
"
Seeing him approaching, Su Menglong's face became increasingly ugly, and he stepped back unconsciously, unable to think of answering the question.
"it is me."
Zhong Wen grinned, pointed to his nose, then suddenly put the coral in his arms on his left shoulder, strode forward amidst her shy exclamation, and soon arrived in front of the tea table.
Then, he suddenly waved his right arm and punched somewhere on the ground.
"puff!"
The exaggerated scene of the earth cracking and the sky collapsing did not appear. With a soft sound, the flat ground was like tofu, and Zhong Wen's right arm was inserted into it easily.
I saw his right hand digging in the ground, his movements were like fishing in the river, not elegant.
Then, the thick beam of light covering the entire area quickly dimmed, and the dazzling halo underfoot also instantly extinguished, revealing the color of the ground again.
The terrifying pressure that filled the air immediately dissipated. Coral felt his whole body relax, and instantly regained his ability to move. He could move as he pleased.
"Put me down!"
She hurriedly broke away from Zhong Wen's left arm and jumped off his shoulder. Her pink face had already turned red, her breasts were rising and falling, her breathing was rapid, and her mood was obviously not calm.
"Did you tell me? I am the formation master, and I am still the strongest one."
Zhong Wen didn't care, he stood up slowly, looked at Su Menglong with a smile and said, "Just be obedient, where is the emperor's sister? What are you planning to kidnap the emperor?"
"Do you think you won?"
Seeing that the other party easily destroyed the trapped immortal formation, Su Menglong knew that he had met a powerful enemy that he had never encountered in his life. There was a ferocious look in his eyes, and the aura around him surged. A hot breath instantly filled the four directions. Within a radius of several hundred feet, the temperature increased.
It suddenly rose a lot, and it was clear that not long after spring started, it actually felt a bit like the scorching heat of summer.
His Saint's Domain turned out to be of flame attribute.
"Aren't you still giving up?"
Zhong Wen smiled faintly and slowly stretched out his right hand, "It doesn't matter, I'll just hit you until you are convinced."
"Scumbag." Unexpectedly, Coral next to him suddenly said, "Let me do it!"
"Girl, you..." Zhong Wen was startled and couldn't help turning his head to look at her.
"After all, I am also a disciple of Piaohua Palace." Coral's expression was extremely persistent, and a sharp cold light shot out from his eyes, "These two despicable villains just bullied me like this. If I can't regain my place, how can I have the face to go back to see the master?"
"I understand how you feel." Zhong Wen persuaded softly, "It's just that this person is very powerful, and Sister Thirteen and Ziyuan are not by your side. I'm afraid..."
The implication is obviously that without the blessing of the Way of Connecting Hearts, Coral may not be able to win against Su Menglong.
"let me!"
Coral looked up at him, her soft and pretty face exuding a firm light.
"There's really nothing I can do about you."
The two looked at each other for a long time. Zhong Wen finally sighed and shrugged helplessly, "Then be careful and don't show off."
"What a little girl who doesn't know how high the sky is!"
Su Menglong sneered, raised his right hand suddenly, and grabbed it from the air, "Am I really afraid of you?"
In the air behind him, an eight-clawed fire dragon suddenly appeared with its head towering above the sky and the earth with overwhelming arrogance.
I saw this ancient ferocious beast covered in flames, with its fangs and claws bared, and each huge claw carried true flames that burned the world. Wherever it passed, it seemed that even the heaven and earth would be burned through.
With the appearance of the eight-clawed fire dragon, the already hot temperature soared again, making people feel as if they were trapped in underground magma, with chest tightness, suffocation, and inability to breathe.
"Huh?"
The moment he saw this eight-clawed fire dragon, Zhong Wen's expression changed, his pupils suddenly expanded, and he could hardly believe his eyes.
He actually recognized this fire dragon!
Back when he was in the fragments of time and space, he personally experienced countless battles in the Valley of All Ends, and even tried to participate in them beyond his own control.
In the second week, he knew that he had not yet reached the level of Saint and could not compete with the top bosses, so he cleverly chose a "soft persimmon" from the Wanjue Valley as his opponent, trying to do his part for the various sects.
force.
Unexpectedly, the seemingly ordinary "soy sauce party" turned out to be incredibly powerful. He beat Zhong Wen to the left and right, leaving him in a state of embarrassment. If Taoist Wuhen hadn't happened to pass by and casually killed him with a sword, he would have been seriously injured.
Make a fool of yourself.
At that time, the image of the saint displayed by that "soft persimmon" was exactly this mighty and domineering eight-clawed fire dragon.
Could it be him?
Zhong Wen's mind was racing, and he seemed to have figured out Su Menglong's identity, but he could not reasonably connect the clues in his mind.
It is said that every saint's appearance is unique and can never be exactly the same.
However, top figures like Ye Jiangnan are nothing more than that. If even a "soy sauce party" in ancient times can withstand the catastrophe of the end of the world and live for thousands of years, it is unjustifiable in any case.
The moment he saw Huo Chi, Coral's face became more solemn. He quickly picked up the Red Sun Sword that fell on the ground and kicked Ning Zhan so hard that it hurt.
He bared his teeth, his facial features were distorted, and he was no longer handsome.
"Girl, this person is not simple."
Zhong Wen couldn't help but persuade again, "Let me..."
Unexpectedly, Coral shook her head decisively, and then quickly came to him. A trace of hesitation flashed in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared, as if she had made a great determination.
She raised her left arm, stretched out her jade fingers like bamboo shoots, and tapped Zhong Wen's chest gently.
The next moment, Zhong Wen felt that the aura of the beautiful woman in front of him suddenly increased, and her strength more than doubled in just an instant.
At the same time, he was keenly aware that although his strength had not doubled, it had also increased by about 30%.
"Ya, girl..."
He widened his eyes and stared closely at Coral's pretty face. He hesitated for a long time and couldn't say a complete sentence, "This, this is..."
Deep down, of course he didn't know what Coral had done.
The way to connect hearts!
Just now, she actually chose Zhong Wen as the last person to connect with!
"I will win."
Coral smiled brightly, like flowers blooming and the earth returning to spring. It was indescribably bright and charming, touching people's hearts. She suddenly came forward and whispered in Zhong Wen's ear, "Brother Zhong Wen."
Her voice has never been so charming and sweet as it is at this moment. The four words "Brother Zhong Wen" are like the cry of kites and the cry of phoenix, soft and clear. When she hears it, Zhong Wen's mouth goes dry, his heart beats faster, and his body becomes hairy.
Crisp and soft, even that hundred steel-making materials will instantly turn into softness that wraps around your fingers.
Then, she vibrated the long sword in her hand, turned around and ran straight towards Su Menglong, leaving Zhong Wen alone in a daze, with drooling at the corner of his mouth and a stupid expression, just like Brother Pig.
Please remember the first domain name of this book: ._
This chapter has been completed!