Chapter 233 The White Tiger of the Four Holy Beasts
It's just a waste of Zhou Shen, can't you bear it?
Lin Xi glanced over and sneered at Qin Haoran, "I think you are suffering from heat stroke."
Qin Haoran was startled when he heard this and seemed not to understand what Lin Xi meant. But this did not prevent him from teaching Lin Xi a lesson and letting him know that not just anyone could slap him in the face.
A fierce fist wind hit Lin Xi's face, causing pain on Lin Xi's face.
But at the next moment, Qin Haoran's fist was easily blocked by a palm.
His expression immediately changed, his wrists seemed to be clasped by iron cuffs, and his fists stopped less than 10 centimeters away from Lin Xi's eyebrows, unable to move even an inch.
"snort!"
An angry roar was heard, and Qin Haoran's spiritual power suddenly swelled in a circle, like the legendary unicorn arm, and strong power spurted out.
With bulging muscles like steel bars, Qin Haoran's unicorn arms look like they could have been cultivated after being single for at least 30 years.
There was a ferocious look in his eyes, and Qin Haoran's strength instantly doubled when he exploded with all his strength.
Using the pure Yang spiritual power, Lin Xi's palm was like a red-hot iron, hitting his fist with an extremely hot temperature like lava.
hiss--
The fists and palms met, and Qin Haoran's punch seemed to hit a hot iron plate, and a pungent smell of burning was in the air.
The hot breath came, penetrating into his meridians, burning his spiritual veins.
At this moment, Qin Haoran's Qilin arm instantly turned into a burnt black color, as if it had been roasted, and a large amount of hot steam came out. His whole body seemed to be hot as if he had suffered a heat stroke, and his stern face showed a look of pain.
"Qin Haoran, lost."
Qinglong's eyes showed disappointment. Qin Haoran was very talented and considered one of the best among the younger generation of monks, but his character was too arrogant and he didn't understand the truth of the universe.
The most important thing is that he met a big devil like Lin Xi.
With just one move, the outcome is determined.
"My Qilin Arm!"
Qin Haoran's expression changed from angry to ferocious to unbelievable. It was only then that he understood the meaning of heat stroke.
In the conference room, the two figures separated at the first touch. Lin Xi stood there without even moving a step, while Qin Haoran's expression suddenly changed and his figure retreated violently, and he quickly used his spiritual power to suppress the hot breath in his body.
"Qin Haoran was defeated so completely." Feng Wu looked at Lin Xi in surprise. She knew that Lin Xi was powerful and guessed that Qin Haoran might not be his opponent, but she didn't expect that Qin Haoran was defeated so quickly.
You know, Qin Haoran is not a weakling. He is one of the four divine beast masters. His strength is second only to Qinglong and Xuanwu beast masters, and is almost on par with her.
However, he still lost. If Lin Xi hadn't dealt harshly to Qinglong, I'm afraid half of Qin Haoran's cultivation would have been ruined.
"Lin Xi has been practicing for less than a year, and he has become so strong that it is unbelievable. Is this still a human being?"
Feng Wu couldn't help complaining in her heart, it was so irritating to compare people to each other.
Qin Haoran's talent is already very strong among the younger generation of monks, but compared to Lin Xi, he is just a younger brother.
Seeing this scene just now, the captains at the conference table were shocked.
Most of these people have heard the legends about Lin Xi in the world, but few people have seen him take action in person. Only then did they know that Lin Xi's strength was not weaker than the legend.
And his acting style is indeed as domineering as the legend says.
All I can say is that he is worthy of being a Jiba Sanren.
Qin Haoran forcibly suppressed the hot breath surging in his body, and suddenly raised his head to glare at Lin Xi, his eyes red.
"Wind Tiger!"
With an angry shout, the door behind Qin Haoran collapsed, and a strong wind roared in. At this time, a tornado blew in the conference room, and the tables and chairs were blown around by the strong wind and became a mess.
Amidst the strong wind, a ferocious white tiger claw was seen protruding out, and it was fiercely grabbed from the top of Lin Xi's head.
【Wind Tiger】
[Race: Holy Beast White Tiger]
[Grade: 3rd level divine beast]
[Realm: Golden Core Realm]
[Talent: Wind Soul]
[Supernatural Power: Wind and Lightning]
[Mood: Angry]
This Feng Hu, who has awakened the four ancient holy beasts White Tiger, is stronger than Feng Wu's Flame Bird, and has a ferocious and violent personality.
Since the beast master and the messenger had influenced each other in the past, Feng Hu's character was also arrogant and proud like Qin Haoran's. Except for the two big bosses Qinglong and Xuanwu, he refused to accept it.
Seeing that Qin Haoran had actually summoned Feng Hu, everyone present looked unhappy.
The conflict between him and Lin Xi was not irresolvable, but Qin Haoran was unwilling to accept defeat and summoned Fenghu to attack Lin Xi, which further intensified the conflict.
Facing Feng Hu who was in the golden elixir realm, Lin Xi was calm and calm as Taishan collapsed in front of him without changing his expression, as steady as an old dog.
Invisible pretense is the most deadly.
Just as Feng Hu roared and slapped Lin Xi to death with his claws, a big hole suddenly broke in the ceiling of the conference room.
Then, a black and thick iron pillar reaching the sky descended from the sky and stepped on Feng Hu's body.
roar!
A horrified roar echoed through the conference room. Feng Hu felt as if he was being pressed down by a 13,500-pound Dinghai Shenzhen. His limbs were spread out on the ground. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape.
"demon!"
Upon noticing the aura of Patriarch Beihe, everyone present became nervous.
The headquarters of the Four Saints Church was invaded by demons!
"Don't be nervous, this is my beast." As he said that, the huge body of the Xuanshui Evil Turtle instantly shrank to only the size of a water basin, and the entire turtle was pressed against Feng Hu's body.
Although the Xuanshui Evil Turtle has shrunk in size, it is still so heavy that Feng Hu can't breathe.
"Golden Core Beast Controlling!"
There were gasps of cold air in the air, and no one expected that Jiba Sanren would have a golden elixir beast beside him.
What is surprising is that Feng Hu, who is also in the Golden Core realm and has awakened the bloodline of the holy beast White Tiger, is so suppressed that he cannot move. What is the origin of this turtle?
Although Patriarch Beihe is also a turtle, his appearance is far different from the legendary sacred beast Xuanwu.
Qin Haoran's face was gloomy. He was able to become one of the four envoys of the Four Holy Cathedrals because of this beast-taming wind tiger that had awakened the bloodline of the white tiger holy beast.
I originally thought that Lin Xi would definitely not be Feng Hu's opponent. In this way, even though he was defeated by Lin Xi, he could at least win back a victory.
But he didn't expect that Lin Xi also had a golden elixir realm beast beside him.
Frustration emerged in Qin Haoran's heart, and he secretly activated the secret method to activate Feng Hu's potential.
A fierce light flashed in his eyes, a deafening roar sounded, and the terrifying sound waves vibrated in all directions, shattering all the glass in the conference room.
Feng Wuliu raised her eyebrows, looked at Qin Haoran with disgust and covered her ears.
Feng Hu suddenly became so manic, it must be his fault. No one except the Royal Envoy can control the beast.
The next moment, Feng Hu's body swelled in a circle, struggling crazily to stand up and resist the tyranny of the Beihe Ancestor.
"Why are you yelling so loudly?"
The Xuanshui Evil Turtle raised one of its front legs and knocked on Feng Hu's huge head several times.
At this time, Feng Hu's head seemed to have hit a mountain peak. He was dizzy and felt like his head was about to split.
"Why don't you be more honest with me?"
Boom, boom, boom!
Waves of rhythmic muffled sounds were heard. The blood in Feng Hu's eyes faded, and he lay weakly on the ground with his limbs spread out. His two copper bell-like tiger eyes couldn't help but turn up.
"Hmph, you're still not convinced?" Ancestor Beihe hit him with his bastard fist, and said loudly, "Sing a song to Ancestor, and let's learn how to meow together!"
White Tiger:???
What I am meowing is a big tiger, not a cat, you know?
Holy beasts also have dignity!
Scholars can be killed but not humiliated.
After receiving a few bastard punches, the tortured Feng Hu pinched his throat and cried weakly, "Meow——"
Qin Haoran's eyesight went dark and he almost fainted. What about the dignity of a holy beast?
Did I raise a fake holy beast?
What surprised him was that Lin Xi made a big fuss at the Sishengtang headquarters, but Qinglong didn't stop it.
Could it be that this Lin Xi is the biological son of Lord Qinglong, the founder of the Four Saints Church?
"Ancestor Beihe knows how to play."
Seeing that the situation here was basically under control, Lin Xi walked to Zhou Shen, who was pretending to be dead, and lifted him up into the air.
Zhou Shen's face was ashen, his meridians were severed and his cultivation was completely ruined. Even if he survived, he would be a useless person for the rest of his life. He might as well be slapped to death by Lin Xi and be done with it.
"Who ordered you to kill me?"
Hearing this, Zhou Shen raised a sarcastic sneer on his lips and said nothing.
"I don't want to say that, my ancestor is searching for his soul." Lin Xi threw the half-dead Zhou Shen to the Beihe ancestor.
Hysterical screams rang out, and soon the deepest memory fragments in Zhou Shen's mind were projected like a slide in front of all the monks in the Four Saints Church.
What Qin Haoran didn't expect was that this person was not Zhou Shen at all.
The real Zhou Shen was actually secretly killed by an evil cultivator from the Beast God Cult. This evil cultivator used extremely cruel methods to search Zhou Shen's soul and obtained his memory. Then he had plastic surgery to look like Zhou Shen and imitate him.
His tone of voice and movements successfully penetrated into the interior of the Four Holy Cathedrals.
In order not to expose his flaws, this evil cultivator frantically caused several accidents, killing all his relatives and friends around Zhou Shen.
If he hadn't used his authority this time to kill Lin Xi and show his strength to the leader who controlled everything secretly, his identity would not have been exposed so quickly.
The truth comes out.
Qin Haoran's face was covered in cold sweat, and he was secretly filled with hatred.
He was actually tricked by this evil cultivator!
The most important thing is that if Qinglong has doubts about his abilities because of this incident, it will be a huge blow to his future prospects.
"Hall Master, I really don't know about this."
Qin Haoran quickly distanced himself, wishing to tear this evil cultivator into pieces.
"If you had known it and not reported it, you wouldn't be here now." Qinglong glanced at him and said in an indifferent tone.
Hearing this, Qin Haoran shuddered and buried his head lower.
But when he lowered his head, there was a strange light in his eyes.