Chapter 1701: Linghe powerhouse wants face

　　 "Get out of the way, I want to dig the remains in this place."
　　Compared with Qian Hao's nervous to flushed face and full guard, Chu Chen came to him indifferently, waved to him, motioned him to go away.
　　 Qian Hao was stunned for a moment, "You...what did you say?"
　　 "Dig the ground, don't stand here in the way, go a little further."
　　 Chu Chen snorted, the light in his hand flickered, and a crystal clear crystal appeared. He pointed Qian Hao with his hoe, then pointed to the side, and motioned him to get out of the way again.
　　 "There are ruins under my feet..."
　　 Qian Hao muttered, but the man moved aside, probably withdrawing from five feet away.
　　 Here, Chu Chen had already started, and immediately saw the flying up and down, and the soil composed of black spar and gravel was scattered all over.
　　 Qian Hao discovered that the Lingxi teenager was digging extremely fast, and he dug a shallow pit several meters in radius in the ground within a dozen breaths.
　　 After digging for a while, seeing the gray-clothed boy frowning, he stopped, glanced around, and then pinched his finger as if he was recalculating his position.
　　 It didn't take long for him to have a calculation, and he walked step by step towards Qian Hao's current position.
　　 Qian Hao suddenly became nervous, this kid won't choose where he stands again, sure enough, the more afraid of something, the more and more he will come!
　　 Chu Chen muttered words and stood in front of Qian Hao, stretched out his right index finger and hooked it, motioning him to move away.
　　 The eyes of the cultivators also gathered. At this moment, Qian Hao suddenly didn't know how to advance or retreat.
　　 "You...what are you doing?"
　　 Qian Hao clenched his fists, he was also a Linghe monk anyway, and he couldn't act too scared of a little Lingxi monk, and he couldn't lose even if he lost!
　　 "Dig the ground."
　　 At the same time that Chu Chen spoke, the spar was already raised high, digging towards Qian Hao's sole.
　　 Qian Hao was shocked, like a rabbit, he jumped a few steps to the side, his face turned black, "Asshole boy, are you looking for something?!"
　　 "What are you looking for? I figured out that this place might be ruined, so I dug."
　　 Chu Chen swiftly held the spar hoe, spinning like flying, black sand splashing everywhere.
　　 "Why... is it where I stand?"
　　 "How do I know that there may be ruins I dug, and if you can find the ruins without me, I can go back to the bluestone and close my eyes and calm my mind."
　　 Chu Chen's movements are great, but his breath is very steady.
Qian Hao's face was blue and white, and white and blue, and he gave Chu Chen a vicious look. This kid was obviously looking for trouble, but he was indeed digging spar and gravel. The key was that the cold kid exuded a wave. The dangerous breath still didn't provoke him.
　　 Get out!
　　 Qian Hao deliberately stepped back this time, standing a hundred meters away, with his arms around his arms, with a sneer on his face to see what tricks this kid was going to play.
　　Some monks also held the same mood, after all, Chu Chen hadn't moved for two days.
brush! brush! brush!
　　 Chu Chen lifted his hands and fell into the room, and dug a shallow hole in the black land that stretched out about a foot in radius.
　　 He stopped again, frowned, pinched to start counting, and muttered something.
　　 After groaning for a moment, Chu Chen glanced around, and once again walked towards the direction Qian Hao was standing.
　　 The distance of one hundred feet was quickly covered by Chu Chen, and he stood coldly in front of Qian Hao again.
　　 "Asshole, you... you absolutely deliberately!"
　　 Qian Hao's old face is completely unbearable, but one can do two but not three. This Lingxi kid did this three times in a row, obviously just looking for fault.
　　 He Qian Hao is also a Linghe monk somehow
　　 Linghe cultivator must not be the master who is submissive, even for the dignity of this realm, Qian Hao gritted his teeth and urged his whole body spiritual power for a while, and the surrounding space began to tremble.
　　 In an instant, Qian Hao slowly raised his right hand, and layers of white auras overlapped and bloomed.
　　 "Broken!"
　　 He slowly levitated into the air about three feet above the ground, his right palm wrapped in a thick light and slapped Chu Chen angrily.
　　 Along with his low roar, violent spiritual power surged, Qian Hao's right palm rose against the storm, and instantly rose to several meters in size.
　　 On the huge palm, the muscles and bones are well-defined, and two huge ancient seal characters are faintly revolving.
　　 "Hit!"
　　 The moment Qian Hao uttered the truth, the whole person was carried by the giant palm, and volleyed towards Chu Chen like a hill.
　　 "If you find incomplete combat skills in the little fairy world, you dare to make a mistake?"
　　 Seeing Qian Hao flew over like Mount Tai with a palm of anger, Chu Chen looked up and said lightly.
　　 Before the words fell, Chu Chen raised his right palm impressively, and the wind lightly shot upward, lifting the weight lightly, without the slightest effort, just like chasing a fly, casually throwing it out with a palm.
　　 The cultivators all frowned. This little Lingxi cultivator was so arrogant. The full blow to the cultivators was so perfunctory?
　　 Just as the palms were about to meet, a golden-red spiritual glare suddenly flickered.
　　 This flash was too fast, and most of the monks in the room did not see exactly what happened in the field?
　　 When I got back to my senses, I saw Qian Hao's huge palm that was overwhelming suddenly crumbled to pieces, like it was made of sand.
　　 But the momentum of Chu Chen's thin palm didn't stop at all, after blasting Qian Hao's palm directly, it was directly printed on his left chest.
　　 The seemingly fluttering palm made Qian Hao's face suddenly changed, and there was no trace of blood. His fat body trembled fiercely and doubled!
　　 The whole figure seemed to have been infused with countless spiritual powers abruptly and stretched, and then the whole body was taken by the terrifying spiritual power to a hundred feet high.
　　 Blood is falling like rain!
　　 are all gushing out of Qian Hao's seven orifices, and his whole person has become a statue spouting countless blood fountains.
　　 Even if Chu Chen kept his hand, Qian Hao suffered a lot from this palm.
　　Chu Chen can kill the Tianhe monks in a half step, not to mention the mid-Linghe period in a small area.
　　 In the shocked eyes of everyone, Qian Haoyuan’s staring eyes were full of surprise and inconceivability, and then fell from the air to the ground with a pop~EbookFREE.me~ and passed out straight.
　　 Until this time, the other monks around them all let out a cry of exclamation.
　　What are you kidding?
　　 The little cultivator of Lingxi and the strong in the middle of Linghe are facing each other, but this is the ending?
　　 This gap in this great realm, the supreme glory of the Linghe monk, was shattered by this thin palm!
how is this possible?
　　 Most of these monks were in the realm of Linghe, Qian Hao was defeated, just as they themselves were slapped in the face by this little Linghe monk.
　　 is too embarrassing.
　　 What did Qian Hao do?
　　 As a cultivator in the middle of Linghe, he also has the hand of ancient secret skills. Although this secret technique is incomplete, it still exudes majestic coercion.
　　 But he was hit by a little Lingxi realm monk!
　　 What is the origin of this Chu Chen?
　　 Such terrifying combat power is something that the cultivators have never encountered in the Little Immortal Realm.
　　 At this time, Ye Man's eyes lit up, and she smiled slightly, "Hey, it seems that I am gone. This little cultivator of Lingxi is probably the strongest among this group of people, so interesting."
　　
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