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3636. Chapter 3636 A master who conceals his strength

"Bang!" The brick in Wu Xie's hand finally broke and turned into debris and scattered on the ground.

"Huh..." Ling Chuxi and others all breathed a long sigh of relief, which was for the old Snake Snake.

But immediately, their expressions changed again. They saw Wu Xie breathing heavily, bending down, using both hands to dig out an oversized pebble with a diameter of one foot from the gravel, and then raised it above his head towards

He touched the old Snake's head and greeted him.

"Push" a fountain spurts out wildly along the edge of the black cloth bag.

"Ouch..." Several intermittent groans came from the old Snake Snake's throat, his head tilted, and he fell to the ground.

"Crazy, this guy must be crazy." Looking at Wu Xie, whose whole body was burning with the light of violence, Meng Zheng had a dull look on his face.

"That guy doesn't want to beat the old Snake to death." Seeing Wu Xie picking up the oversized pebble again and walking towards the Old Snake, Lan Xinyu's face turned a little pale.

"It's very possible." Ling Chuxi nodded and said.

"Hey, that's not right. With this guy's little strength, how could he beat the old Snake to such a degree?" Lan Xinyu suddenly remembered something and said in surprise.

"Did you just react?" Ling Chuxi glanced at Lan Xinyu helplessly. This guy was half a beat too slow.

Ling Chuxi had actually noticed something was wrong a long time ago. With Wu Xie's little strength, how could he throw out a black cloth bag and trap the old Ming Snake who was comparable to a god-level master? Well, even if he was lucky, blind cat touch

He was a dead rat, but with his strength, even if Old Snake stood still and let him hit him, he would never be hurt at all.

But the fact before us is that the poor old Snake had no power to fight back, his head was smashed and his blood flowed, he was dying and couldn't even scream.

Taking a closer look, Ling Chuxi discovered that the inconspicuous black cloth bag turned out to be a spiritual weapon. Strictly speaking, it should be regarded as a spiritual weapon. Its refining techniques were even known by Ling Chuxi.

What I have seen and heard is unheard of. It is precisely because of this

Because of the spiritual weapon, Old Songsnake was suppressed and couldn't display even half of his strength. At this time, Old Songsnake was no different from the common snakes and pythons in the countryside, that is, they were a bit bigger and had a few pairs of medium-looking ones.

Just useless wings.

And Wu Xie's strength is not as simple as it seems on the surface. Although his body does not show any momentum, and every time the simple bricks and cobblestones are hit, there is no trace of energy flying, but Lingchu

However, Xi could faintly feel the fluctuations of highly compressed and condensed vitality inside it.

In fact, if you think about it, the defense of snake and python spirit beasts is extremely strong. Old Snake is also a semi-divine beast after all. Even if his cultivation is suppressed by the artifact, his own defense is still far stronger than that of ordinary spirit beasts. If it is just an ordinary beast,

The bricks and stones would break upon themselves after being hit a few times. How could they possibly cause any harm to him?

Master! There is no doubt that this Wu Xie is the real master!

I just don’t know what method this guy used to hide his strength. Even Ling Chuxi couldn’t see through it. Could it be that he also has some kind of spiritual talisman like the Hidden Element Talisman on his body?

Or is it because his strength is too high and has exceeded the limit of what his seven-level Sword Heart Soul-Breaking Technique can detect?

Thinking of this possibility, Ling Chuxi couldn't help but look at Wu Xie a few more times. Ling Chuxi had never looked at him carefully before, and only now did she realize that without the cowardice, Wu Xie was furious.

Xie Jian has bright eyebrows and an invisible air of heroism, or gangsterism.


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