Luo Ting looked at the crowd around and raised the magic wolf axe to greet him.
"Ting'er, don't be impulsive, they have three god-level combat power!"
Seeing this scene, Luo Ji quickly yelled.
Pei Mingbo and Lu Ruocheng are both veteran god-level masters, and Ning Xiangyun is even the top swordsman in the Sword Saint Mansion.
And these three people can almost achieve one enemy a hundred in the field of God-level combat power!
Although Luo Ji knew in his heart, his son's strength had reached the level.
But in the face of this three-to-one situation, Rody still couldn't have enough confidence in his son.
"He... Master Luo, are you trying to do something with us?"
Lu Ruocheng saw that Luo Ting had come by alone, with weapons in his hand, turned his head and smiled at Pei Mingbo: "I really don't understand, the elders and young masters of a family like him, even a fraction of us is spent in cultivation time. No, where did the confidence make him think that he can defeat us!"
"It might be Su Fan!"
Pei Mingbo had already lost patience with Luo Ting at this time. He immediately mocked and said: "After all, Su Fan has told him that he is looking forward to his performance!"
"Hehe, then I guess Su Fan will be disappointed this time!"
Lu Ruocheng lowered his head and said with a dark smile: "Because this kid is about to die!"
"Chai Song!"
The next moment, Lu Ruocheng mentioned it in her voice, and shouted to one of the crowd: "Lose your bones for our Young Master Luo, let him know what the difference in strength is!"
"Yes, Lord Lu!"
A voice sounded, the crowd separated from both sides, and a rickety figure came out slowly.
This is an old man who looks more than a few years old.
His appearance was actually nine points similar to that of Chai Ming who had escaped from Qunying Town.
And this old man is no one else but Chai Ming's father, the oldest demigod powerhouse in Qunying Town, Chai Song!
No one knows the true age of Chai Song, and all the cultivators in Qunying Town of his generation have long since entered the soil.
Someone once estimated that Chai Song’s age was at least 2,500 years old.
Because his son Chai Ming is over two thousand years old.
"Little baby, quickly hand over the inheritance to the two kings, so that the old man can leave you a whole body!"
Chai Song glanced at Luo Ting, half-bending over and said in a dark voice.
His spirit is very good, he can't tell at all, he is an old man who is getting older.
It's just that the old man seemed to be kind, and when he talked, he was vicious.
The sentence that came up was to leave Luo Ting's whole body, which was simply forcing Luo Ting and him to do it.
"Huh! You die if you pay, and you die if you don't. Then I might as well kill you bastard!"
Luo Ting coldly snorted, holding the magic wolf axe in both hands, and smashed it towards Chai Song.
With this blow, Luo Ting only used 30% of his strength.
For him, to kill such a small demigod, 30% strength is enough to look down on the opponent.
"Hehe, you little boy, the realm of cultivation is really shallow!"
Chai Song didn't realize that the catastrophe was imminent. He backed his hands on his waist and faced the magic axe that was smashed. Not only did he not avoid it, he also deliberately pretended to be a master: "The move is weak, you are using it. Does this weapon hit mosquitoes?"
Indeed, since Luo Ting only used 30% of his power, this axe attack appeared to Chai Song to be very light and light, and it felt like it had no weight at all.
"Haha, he is indeed the young master of the family. If he has no skills, he knows to pretend to be ruthless!"
"Master Chai is a strong man in our town who has been famous for more than two thousand years. How can he be defeated by such an undecent attack?"
"I guess that old man Chai will come and take the edge empty-handed for a while, and then he will get this kid with a palm!"
Seeing Luo Ting's irresponsible attack on Chaisong, everyone around him laughed.
Their gazes at Luo Ting were full of mockery, and they all regarded this battle as a comedy to pass the time.
Listening to the ridicule of everyone in his ear, Luo Ting's mind was very calm.
Because he knew that his own axe passed, and those people who are still laughing at him will shut up immediately!
Whoosh!
The magic wolf axe instantly communicated with Luo Ting's mind, and the axe blade slicing out of the sky at this moment actually released a half-moon-shaped blade light!
This is not Luo Ting's own power, but the power of the magic wolf axe.
Even if its owner is an ordinary person, this gem of the world will respond to the owner's consciousness and attack the enemy automatically as long as it recognizes it.
Of course, the magic wolf axe is extremely powerful, and if the bearer's physical strength is not enough, it will not be able to adapt to its automatic attack.
Fortunately, Luo Ting was originally a physical cultivator, and he had a unique capital in this respect, but he could barely control the magic wolf axe.
laugh!
A ray of blood flew quickly, and a blood-stained head was thrown obliquely into the air in the shocked eyes of everyone.
boom!
The half-moon-shaped blade light smashed into the ground, directly splitting the earth into a deep crack!
Chai Song's corpse fell directly, and the blood-filled head rolled around on the ground, and finally rolled to the feet of the corpse, before slowly stopping.
"What? Chai Song was actually killed!"
"How is this possible?"
Someone's eyes widened in disbelief and said, "Luo Ting's blow is like a child's play, how can Lao Chai be unable to stop it!"
"It's the axe! I just felt that the axe in Luo Ting's hand suddenly gave birth to a powerful wave of energy!"
A monk quickly found the crux of the problem, and he pointed to the magic wolf axe in Luo Ting's hand and yelled.
"Yes, that axe directly killed Chai Lao!"
"Could it be that this axe is Luo Ting's inheritance?"
"But it's not right. I've seen this axe before that Spike used it before. Why is it suddenly in Luo Ting's hands now!"
"It doesn't matter who owns this axe, but Luo Ting did kill Chai Lao with it. This is a fact!"
After everyone was shocked, they focused on the magic wolf axe.
Upon seeing this, Pei Mingbo, Luo Ruocheng and Ning Xiangyun exchanged secretly with each other for a while.
In the end, they agreed that the inheritance Luo Ting had obtained was this peculiar axe.
"Unexpectedly, the axe used by that wolf tooth is so weird!"
Lu Ruocheng's eyes showed greed: "Unexpectedly, he can automatically release the attack. No wonder Luo Ting acted confidently when facing Chai Song!"
"This kind of divine object was put in the hands of Luo Ting, the second generation ancestor, and it was a waste. Only a person like me can perfectly control this axe!"
The greed in Pei Mingbo's heart is all written on his face at this moment: "It just so happens that after so many years of cultivation, I don't have a weapon of my own. This axe should be given to me by God. Present it!"
