This is no longer a matter of the worldview being shattered.
This is a question that touches on their knowledge!
Thundercloud destroyed?
This is simply unheard of!
The master is a pervert, even the little master is a pervert!
This left Weng Baiyun speechless.
But he has no culture and can only travel around the world.
"Ancestor, fortunately you have lived up to your destiny."
Luo Qingcheng slowly landed in front of Chen Xuan, knelt on one knee and said.
This is what the Qingcheng Sword really looks like!
And she chose the appearance of the heavy sword just to confuse the enemy and hide her sword intention. This is her ultimate move.
Luo Qingcheng looked at Chen Xuan with bright eyes, wanting to be praised by her ancestor.
"well done."
Chen Xuan nodded with satisfaction and smiled.
Just then! The sky became dark again!
A red thundercloud condensed in the sky, and Weng Baiyu and Gu Yong looked at it with dull eyes.
"Master, this is the Thunder God Tribulation, which was caused by the little master just cutting off the Thunder Tribulation."
The weapon refiner said without any emotion.
The Thunder God Tribulation is more than a hundred times more powerful than the Thunder Tribulation, and it is not here to overcome the calamity, but to kill people!
It’s over, it’s really over this time!
Weng Baiyun was instantly wet with cold sweat, and his legs were trembling.
Feeling the power coming from the thundercloud, I am afraid that this half-step emperor may not be able to withstand even one step!
Chen Xuan raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "You beat the young to get old, right? Is there anyone behind the descendants who bully me?"
After saying that, Chen Xuan punched Lei Yun in the air.
The red thunderclouds in the sky disappeared instantly between heaven and earth.
Ga!
boom!
Weng Baiyun and Gu Yong's eyes turned black and they fainted and died on the ground.
Shocking, so shocking!
You said that Lei Yun was destroyed, okay, I barely believe it.
But if you say that the Thunder God Tribulation was destroyed, I’m afraid no one in the world would believe it!
But something that seemed impossible happened right in front of me.
Chen Xuan glanced at the three people who were unconscious on the ground and curled his lips.
Luo Qingcheng covered her mouth and smiled.
Is she shocked?
She was also shocked, but she got used to it.
In Luo Qingcheng's eyes, his ancestor is the god in this world.
It seems that nothing in the world can trouble his ancestor.
Looking at Chen Xuan's unusually beautiful profile, Luo Qingcheng's face turned red unconsciously.
"Xiao Luo, can we eat fish tonight?"
Chen Xuan said with his eyes shining.
Luo Qingcheng lowered her head and nodded slightly.
Early next morning.
Luo Qingcheng was ready to go, with a look of reluctance in her beautiful eyes.
"Ancestor, please take care of yourself!"
Plop.
Luo Qingcheng knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to Chen Xuan.
Everything I have is given by my ancestors.
Now, she has been given an immortal weapon.
Luo Qingcheng could not describe Chen Xuan's kindness to her.
Looking at Luo Qingcheng holding an epee, Chen Daoran's eyes were full of envy.
Compared with the Immortal Divine Weapon, the fire stick around my waist suddenly doesn't smell good!
"The biased ancestor."
Chen Daoran vomited in his heart.
When Sister Qingcheng went down the mountain for the first time, her ancestor gave her a Tao King-level demon.
When he went down the mountain for the first time, his ancestor gave him a fire stick.
When Sister Qingcheng came down the mountain for the second time, the ancestor directly gave her an immortal weapon.
But the miserable one only has one strand of hair from his ancestor.
Chen Daoran was speechless when he was biased to such an extent.
At this moment, Chen Xuan glanced at Chen Daoran with a half-smile.
The latter thought that his ancestor was also going to reward him with an immortal weapon, and immediately his eyes shone brightly and said: "Ancestor, I don't want to choose, just the one who is the same as Sister Qingcheng..."
Before Chen Daoran could finish speaking, Chen Xuan said with a smile: "Xiao Chenzi, you will also go down the mountain this time."
ah?
Chen Daoran froze on the spot with a face full of confusion.
"What?
Don’t want to go?”
Chen Xuan asked with a raised brow.
Chen Daoran immediately shook his head and came to the ancestor with a silly smile.
"Ancestor, you can go down the mountain, but do you also want to give me an immortal weapon or something?"
Chen Daoran said with a flattering smile.
After saying that, Chen Daoran's heart was beating wildly.
When I think about it, I can hold the immortal weapon in my hand.
Chen Daoran felt a little dazed for a moment.
But Chen Xuan's next words directly pulled him from the sky back to reality.
"Immortal Divine Weapon?
Why do you want that thing? Ancestor, didn’t I give you a piece of my hair?”
Chen Xuan said seriously.
Chen Daoran was stunned on the spot as if struck by lightning, and his whole body turned to stone on the spot.
Pfft.
Seeing this scene, Luo Qingcheng smiled sweetly, and Weng Baiyu and Gu Yong laughed even more.
"Smile, smile, laugh your ass off!"
Chen Daoran became angry and cursed at Weng Baiyu and others.
He didn't dare to scold the ancestor.
But those two bad old men Chen Daoran dared.
After getting ready to go, Luo Qingcheng said goodbye to Chen Xuan with great reluctance.
"Ancestor, then I'm leaving."
Chen Daoran grimaced, feeling weak all over.
After saying that, Luo Qingcheng and Chen Daoran walked outside Hongmeng Continent.
Looking at the backs of the two of them, Chen Xuan smiled slightly and murmured softly: "Old bastard from the Spirit Tribe, I was going to hunt me down when I took some ingredients from you. Now your treasures and inheritance will belong to my descendants.
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Thousands of years ago, when the Ling clan was still alive, Chen Xuan secretly left the realm of narrow escape and visited the Ling clan's treasure pavilion in order to prepare ingredients for hot pot.
He just took a cordyceps plant from them and chased him alive for three days and two nights. Of course, he couldn't catch up with Chen Xuan in the end, and he even injured several people.
Chen Xuan still remembers this account.
But when he thought that all the treasures of the Spirit Clan would belong to Xiao Luo and the other two, Chen Xuan couldn't help but hum a tune proudly.
The body swayed slightly, leaving only an afterimage appearing on the spot.
And he himself continued to sit on the stone chair and started his leisurely salty life.