low-key is king

Chapter 672 Can't be saved!
"Yeah, what else do you have to say?"

Xiao Jinjin was really afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and at this time he tried to say a word again, but the blue-blooded old devil was not angry about it, and even felt that the spirit of the golden pearl was more interesting.

Little did they know that the spirit of the golden bead at this time actually had murderous intentions towards the blue-blooded old devil. In this world, is anyone qualified to be their own master?
Don't look at Xiao Jinjin's nose and eyes are not eyes to Zhao Minggong, but this is like a spoiled child, acting willfully in front of his parents.

What kind of a green-blooded old devil in the Nascent Soul Realm are you, and you dare to take the idea of ​​​​principal money? You think your life is too long, right?

It's a pity that the blue-blooded old devil at this time didn't realize that he was in a catastrophe.

The successive denials of the Spirit of the Golden Bead made him think even more that the two over there could not be the masters of the Spirit of the Golden Bead.

That being the case, what else does he have to worry about?

Once he obtains the spirit of the golden bead, he will have a steady stream of golden bead veins, and from then on, he will continue to cultivate resources, and breaking through to the upper five realms is just around the corner.

"Little Jinjin, don't make trouble!"

Seeing Jinzhu's spiritual tongue over there, Zhao Minggong also felt a little helpless, he could only speak in a deep voice, but it made the green-blooded old devil sneer.

At this time, this red-faced old man still wants to bluff?

"One more word, I will make your life worse than death!"

The blue-blooded old devil, who had already regarded the spirit of the golden bead as something in his pocket, had already worn out his patience at this moment, so his tone was filled with a strong threat.

"Hopeless!"

Lu Xun and Xiao Jinjin looked at each other across the air, and they both saw a schadenfreude in each other's eyes, secretly thinking that this is really self-inflicted.

God of Wealth Zhao Minggong is actually very talkative, even just now, he has never had too much murderous intentions against the green-blooded old devil.

But now, a mere ten-level Nascent Soul cultivator actually uttered threatening words to a master who was one of the best in the entire Qingxuan world.

Zhao Minggong is indeed good-tempered, but a strong man has the dignity of a strong man. It is impossible for you to point your nose and threaten yourself, but still remain indifferent, right?

The only blame is that the blue-blooded old devil didn't know who the person he threatened was.

Nascent Soul powerhouses in the ten realms, in the entire Daxuan Dynasty, are probably the group of people who can walk sideways?
What's more, this is not the Daxuan King's capital, but a small county in Dingzhou. The strongest person in the entire Dingzhou city is the city lord of the nine-level martial artist.

Therefore, the blue-blooded old devil didn't have any scruples at all. It's a joke that these guys can change the fact that they have obtained the spirit of the golden bead.

Whoosh!
The blue-blooded old devil didn't want to talk nonsense with the red-faced old man any more, seeing that he had arrived in front of the golden-armored snake in an instant, his face was a little excited.

"Haha, the spirit of the golden bead, you are mine!"

The blue-blooded old devil didn't make this laughing sound, but he was already extremely excited, and felt that his luck had never been better, and he was simply the chosen one.

"Ok?"

However, just when the blue-blooded old devil stretched out his right hand to grab the golden-armored snake, his arm froze suddenly, because a figure had appeared in front of him at some point.

"How is he so fast?"

When the blue-blooded old devil saw that the red-faced old man appeared between himself and the golden-armored snake, he couldn't help being surprised, but that was all.

Fast speed does not mean strong combat effectiveness, not to mention that the blue-blooded old demon just now did not exert all his strength, and it is not difficult to let the opponent catch up with the front. Some monks who are good at speed can do it.

"Old man, I warned you, you are the one who is looking for death!"

The green-blooded old devil, who is a strong Nascent Soul in the ten realms, still doesn't know what kind of terrifying existence this "old thing" he calls is. He only knows that he is the number one strong man in Dingzhou.

boom!
Therefore, at the next moment, for the first time, the blue-blooded old devil erupted an extremely violent Nascent Soul realm aura, combined with his violent anger, and attacked the red-faced old man angrily.

"Hopeless!"

And when sensing the extremely violent Nascent Soul breath, almost everyone, including Geng Lie and the Seventh Realm martial artists, silently mourned for the red-faced old man.

Perhaps only Lu Xun and the spirit of Jin Zhu knew that it was not the red-faced old man who was helpless, but the green-blooded old devil who was strong in the Nascent Soul Realm who was attacking. This is really a model of courting death.

puff!
Just when everyone thought that the red-faced old man was going to be more dangerous than good, a soft sound suddenly came out, and then they saw a blue light flying out backwards, smashing hard on the outer wall of the second floor of the City Lord's Mansion superior.

"It's the blue-blooded old devil, how could it be?"

When everyone saw clearly the cyan figure that was slowly sliding down, they were all stunned, because it was none other than the invincible ten-level Nascent Soul strongman before: the blue-blooded old devil!

No one expected such a result in advance. Just now, it was the blue-blooded old devil who attacked with the force of thunder, so why was he blown away all of a sudden?

No one even saw clearly how the red-faced old man made the move, but they all had an affirmative thought in their hearts, that is, they were wrong, and everyone was wrong.

That red-faced old man is an unfathomable and terrifying existence.

And the strong man who can blast the Nascent Soul of the ten realms to death with a single move, thinks about it with his toes, and the answer is almost ready to come out.

"A powerhouse in the upper five realms!"

Geng Lie took a deep breath, only to feel that the words that came out of his mouth were a bit dry, while the hearts and minds of the people next to him had already set off turbulent waves.

In a small Dianjin County, today there are many strong people from the Seventh Realm, Eighth Realm, and Nascent Soul, and now even the fifth-level powerhouses have appeared. I don’t know if they are lucky or lucky?

At this time, everyone was only shocked in their hearts, but no one dared to say anything more.

They all stared blankly at the red-faced old man who seemed to be motionless, and the thoughts in their hearts were completely different from before.

With just one blow, the Nascent Soul powerhouse, the Green-blooded Old Demon, was seriously injured. Everyone sensed the breath of the Green-blooded Old Demon, and they were not even sure whether the Nascent Soul powerhouse would survive?
"It's your luck that you can survive the blow of the old man. Remember not to be so blind next time!"

Above the sky, a strange color flashed in Zhao Minggong's eyes, and then he shouted loudly, making everyone guess secretly, secretly thinking that the blue-blooded old devil should be able to save his life.

"This kind of guy, why are you showing mercy to him?"

The golden bead spirit's eyes were full of reluctance, and he muttered in his mouth, but met a stern look from the side, making it dare not speak again, in short, he was a little unconvinced.

"Little friend Lu, let's just say goodbye, and see you again!"

After intimidating the spirit of Jinzhu, Zhao Minggong didn't intend to stay here any longer, and when he said this loudly to someone, everyone's mood became a bit more complicated again.

Among them, jealousy and envy are the most. That black-clothed boy named Lu Yang has endless means and backgrounds.

Everyone can imagine that with the red-faced old man by his side, even if Lu Yang didn't use the Yan Ling Feixian, Liang Dazhi might not have escaped death.

At this time, no one knows if Lu Yang has any back-ups, whether even those strong men in the upper five realms can't deal with them?
For a moment, no one spoke, and Zhao Minggong over there disappeared into the sky with the spirit of the golden pearl, as if he had never appeared in the world.

However, the green-blooded old devil, who fell to the ground and couldn't get up, showed that all this was not an illusion, and this was a major event that actually happened.

"Master Lu is mighty!"

It wasn't until a loud flattering voice came into everyone's ears that they pulled their minds back, secretly thinking that City Lord Jia was really going to change his face when the wind changed, didn't he?

When the blue-blooded old devil appeared earlier, Jia Chengfeng kept retreating, and finally retreated to the gate of the city lord's mansion. He obviously wanted to see a result before making a choice.

But what he never imagined was that even the strong Nascent Soul was seriously injured by the blow.

With such a back, Lu Xun was naturally going to be shocked by Jia Chengfeng, and he never dared to think of anything else.

"Hehe, with a personality like City Lord Jia's, he will definitely live longer than a tortoise!"

Lu Xun turned his head, and the chuckle that he said made Lu Ying couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Is my second brother calling this City Lord Jia a bastard?
Naturally, Jia Chengfeng didn't dare to say anything more about this obvious sarcasm, he just hoped that this person wouldn't settle accounts because of what he just did, then my life would be over.

At this time, Lu Xun didn't have the heart to take care of this cowardly city lord of the Six Realms. He turned his gaze to a dying person, and then strode over.

"You... how are you doing?"

Seeing the black-clothed boy approaching, the blue-blooded old devil didn't have the same haughty face as before. He tried hard to stiffen his neck, trying to pretend to be tough, but he was obviously a bit harsh.

"Want to die or live?"

Lu Xun didn't drag his feet, and asked a question directly, which made the blue-blooded old devil extremely aggrieved.

When did an imposing Nascent Soul strongman of the tenth realm need a sixth-level martial artist to decide his fate?

"If you want to die, I don't mind helping you, and it can also save you from suffering!"

Lu Xun's fingers moved, and at some point, a transparent spike appeared, exuding a slight chill, and flashing a sharp light from time to time.

(End of this chapter)