Emperor of Nine Suns

"Get out of the way, I want to dig up ruins here."

In contrast to Qian Hao, who was so nervous that he was red-faced and fully alert, Chu Chen came to him with an indifferent expression, waved to him, and motioned for him to go away.

Qian Hao was stunned for a moment, "You...what did you say?"

"Dig the ground, don't stand here and get in the way, go farther away."

Chu Chen snorted, light flashed in his hand, and a crystal clear hoe appeared. He pointed the hoe at Qian Hao, then pointed to the side, and signaled him to get out of the way again.

"There are ruins under my feet..."

Qian Hao muttered, but the man moved aside, about five feet away.

Chu Chen had already started here, and he immediately saw the hoe flying, and mud composed of black spar and gravel splashing in all directions.

Qian Hao discovered that this Lingxi boy was digging extremely fast. In a dozen breaths, he dug a shallow pit several feet in diameter on the ground.

After digging for a while, the boy in gray frowned, stopped, glanced around, and then pinched his fingers as if to recalculate the direction.

Not long after, he had a plan and walked step by step towards Qian Hao's current location.

Qian Hao suddenly became nervous. This kid couldn't have chosen the place where he stood again. Sure enough, the more he was afraid of something, the more likely it would be!

Chu Chen muttered something and stood in front of Qian Hao. He stretched out his right index finger and hooked it, signaling him to get out of the way.

All the monks' eyes were also focused on him. At this moment, Qian Hao didn't know whether to advance or retreat.

"You...what are you going to do?"

Qian Hao clenched his fists. He was also a Linghe monk after all, so he couldn't show too much fear of a little Lingxi monk. He couldn't lose even if he lost someone!

"Dig the ground."

While Chu Chen was speaking, the spar hoe was raised high and dug directly towards the soles of Qian Hao's feet.

Qian Hao was shocked and jumped a few steps to the side like a rabbit, his face turned dark, "You bastard, are you looking for trouble?!"

"What are you looking for? I calculated that there might be ruins in this place, so I dug it."

Chu Chen quickly swung the crystal hoe, spinning like flying, and black sand splashed everywhere.

"Why...why is it where I'm standing?"

"How do I know? If there may be ruins, I will dig them out. You don't need to dig. If you can find the ruins by yourself, I can go back to the bluestone and close your eyes to rest."

Chu Chen's movements were big, but his breath was very steady.

Qian Hao's face turned blue and white, white and blue again, and he glared at Chu Chen fiercely. This boy was obviously looking for trouble for him, but now he was indeed digging for crystal stones and gravel. The key was that this cold boy exuded a... I still don’t mess with the dangerous aura.

Get out of the way!

This time Qian Hao deliberately retreated a little further and stood a hundred feet away, with his hands folded around his arms and a sneer on his face to see what tricks this kid was going to play.

Some monks also had the same sentiment. After all, Chu Chen hadn't moved for two days.

brush! brush! brush!

Chu Chen raised his hands and dug out a shallow pit in the black earth that stretched about a foot and was more than ten feet in diameter.

He stopped again, frowned, started counting with his fingers, and muttered something.

After pondering for a moment, Chu Chen glanced around and walked directly towards where Qian Hao was standing again.

The distance of a hundred feet was quickly covered by Chu Chen, and he stood coldly in front of Qian Hao again.

"Bastard, you...you definitely did it on purpose!"

Qian Hao's old face was completely lost, but he could do two things but not three. This Lingxi kid did this three times in a row, which was clearly looking for trouble.

Qian Hao is also a Linghe monk after all.

The Linghe monk must never be a submissive master. Even for the dignity of this realm, Qian Hao gritted his teeth and immediately activated his spiritual power, and the surrounding space began to shake.

In an instant, Qian Hao slowly raised his right hand, and layers of white spiritual light overlapped and bloomed.

"break!"

He slowly floated into the air about three feet above the ground, his right palm wrapped with a thick light and swatted towards Chu Chen angrily.

Along with his low roar, violent spiritual power surged, Qian Hao's right palm swelled in the wind, and instantly expanded to several feet in size.

On the giant palm, the veins of muscles and bones were clearly defined, and two huge ancient seal script characters were faintly rotated.

"hit!"

The moment Qian Hao uttered the truth, his whole body was carried by the giant palm and pressed towards Chu Chen like a hill in the air.

"You dare to do something wrong if you find incomplete combat skills in the little fairy world?"

Seeing Qian Hao's palm flying like a mountain of energy, Chu Chen raised his head and said lightly.

Before he finished speaking, Chu Chen suddenly raised his right palm, and slapped it upwards lightly, lifting the weight as if it were light, without any exertion, just like chasing away a fly, and flicked it out casually.

All the monks couldn't help but frowned. This young monk from Lingxi was so arrogant. How could he deal with the full blow of the monk from Linghe so perfunctorily?

Just when the two palms were about to meet, a golden-red spiritual light suddenly flashed.

This flash of light was so fast that most of the monks present did not see clearly what was happening in the scene?

When he came back to his senses, he saw that Qian Hao's huge palm suddenly shattered inch by inch, as if it was made of sand.

However, the momentum of Chu Chen's thin palm did not stop at all. After directly blasting away Qian Hao's palm, it was printed directly on his left chest.

With a seemingly light palm, Qian Hao's face suddenly changed and became colorless. His fat body trembled violently and doubled in size!

The whole person seemed to have been forcefully poured with countless spiritual power, and it seemed to be stretched. Then the whole person was carried by the terrifying spiritual power and flew hundreds of feet into the sky.

Blood is falling like rain!

They all spurted out from Qian Hao's seven orifices, and his entire body turned into a statue spewing out countless bloody fountains.

Even if Chu Chen kept his hand, Qian Hao was seriously injured by this palm.

Chu Chen could kill a Tianhe cultivator in half a step, let alone a mere mid-level Linghe cultivator.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, Qian Haoyuan's eyes were full of surprise and disbelief, and then he fell from the air to the ground with a thud, and fainted.

It was only then that the other monks around him all exclaimed.

Are you kidding me?

The young monk from Lingxi faced off against the strong man from the middle realm of Linghe, but this ended up like this?

With this huge gap in realm, the supreme glory of the Linghe monks was shattered to pieces by this skinny palm!

How can it be?

Most of these monks were in the Linghe realm, and Qian Hao was defeated, just like they themselves were slapped in the face by this little Linghe monk.

It's so embarrassing.

What did Qian Hao do?

As a monk in the middle stage of Linghe, he also possesses the ancient secret skill of Flying Hands. Although this secret skill is incomplete, it still exudes majestic pressure.

In the end, he was beaten up by a little Lingxi realm monk!

Who is this Chu Chen?

Such terrifying combat power has never been encountered by the monks in the Little Immortal Realm.

At this time, Ye Man's eyes also lit up. She smiled slightly and said, "Hey, it seems I made a mistake. This little monk from Lingxi is probably the strongest among this group of people. That's interesting."...

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