Xuanhuan: Do you think my cultivation base is low?But I'm a capitalist

Chapter 47: Saints cannot be insulted?Kneel down the same!
Around Su Hao's feet, a blood demon creature lay motionless on the ground.

"Where is the saint?"

"You just barged in here without saying hello. We are both saints. Isn't it rude?"

Deep in the cave entrance, there was a faint sound again.

Subsequently.

"Crash! Crash!"

The sound of shaking chains and the sound of footsteps came slowly.

In Su Hao's eyes.

A long-haired man with his hands and feet bound by chains slowly walked from the deepest part of the cave.

He was tall and well built.

That purple face was full of ferocity and violence.

A head of long blood-red hair flows automatically without wind.

His skin was dark, as if it had just been burned by fire, and gave off a burnt smell.

But at this time, his eyes were shining with a cold light.

It looks humanoid, but the surroundings are violent and cold, and the atmosphere is exuding all the time.

Like a demon walking out of hell.

"The Blood Demon Tribe, Yousheng Leng Wuchang."

"I wonder what the noble purpose of this saint is here?"

The creature glanced at Su Hao with indifferent eyes.

He ignored him and looked at Long Aohai who was next to Su Hao, and tentatively spoke.

However, facing the words of the living beings, Long Aohai did not speak.

But after glancing at Su Hao, he saw that Su Hao was silent and didn't speak, so Long Aohai didn't speak either.

just.

Long Aohai's speechless and silent expression.

In Leng Wuchang's eyes, it was regarded as a provocation.

After all, being able to become a saint is hard to say in front of strong people, but in front of people of the same class, which saint doesn't have his own arrogance?
They are all saints who can call the king of a small state and call the wind and rain, and they are omnipotent. Are you so arrogant in front of me?
"Why don't you speak?"

"I see that you are also a late-stage saint. Do you think that with the same strength, you can look down on me if I am trapped?"

Leng Wuchang snorted coldly.

There is great dissatisfaction in the words.

The next moment these words fell.

"It's just a trapped and bereaved dog, what's there to be proud of?"

Su Hao glanced at Leng Wuchang.

"The Blood Demon Clan has long been extinct. You are just a homeless loser now. You have been hiding in this Demon Cave for so long. Do you still remember your pride?"

Su Hao spoke disdainfully.

After saying that, Su Hao raised his right hand and pointed his middle finger at Leng Wuchang.

Then, the fingers turn over and face downwards.

"you wanna die?"

Leng Wuchang was stunned for a moment, he couldn't understand the gesture.

But from Su Hao's words, it can be deduced that it must be a highly insulting gesture.

Immediately afterwards, Leng Wuchang roared angrily and rushed towards Su Hao.

How dare a little doll ignore this saint?

Saints cannot be insulted!No matter how downcast I am, I am still a saint, and I am not something you, a little kid, can bully at will!

……

Su Hao's cultivation level was all added up by the capitalist points.

No one can observe Su Hao's own strength when he doesn't use his strength.

Su Hao asked Long Aohai about this. When Su Hao was in the magical realm, Long Aohai couldn't tell Su Hao's specific cultivation level despite all his efforts.

So in Leng Wuchang's view.

Su Hao is just a little kid like an ordinary mortal.

Just as Leng Wuchang rushed in front of Su Hao, he slapped him with his palm.

next moment.

"Snapped!"

There was a violent whipping sound.

In Su Hao's disdainful and calm eyes.

"call out!"

Leng Wuchang's body, which had been slapped in the face and had a deformed face, flew upside down.

Subsequently.

"Boom!"

Leng Wuchang's body directly hit a rock several hundred meters away.

As the mountain rock collapsed into a huge pit in an instant.

Leng Wuchang covered his face in confusion.

"How dare you offend the Holy Son? Who do you think you are?"

Long Aohai looked at Leng Wuchang and spoke contemptuously.

Leng Wuchang was stunned for a moment when he heard the words "Shengzi".

Son?

Leng Wuchang looked at Su Hao with a look of disbelief.

"Which Holy Land are you the Son of God?"

Leng Wuchang spoke with a solemn gaze.

Hearing this, Su Hao smiled.

Then he raised his head and looked at Leng Wuchang with a faint look.

"Qingxuan Holy Land."

Su Hao spoke calmly.

As soon as these four words fell.

Visible to the naked eye, Leng Wuchang's pupils shrank instantly.

There was even a hint of horror in the deepest part of Leng Wuchang's pupils.

Leng Wuchang, who was hunted down by Qingxuan Holy Land, sealed, and hid in Tianmo Cave for so long.

How could you not understand the importance of the four words Qingxuan Holy Land?

next moment.

"It turns out that the Son of God has arrived, but he was greeted from afar."

Leng Wuchang lowered his head and spoke respectfully.

The so-called saint should not be insulted, it also depends on when.

Under the saint, what the saint says is what it is.

Facing the same level, there will be arrogance among saints. They are all saints and have climbed up through hardships. Who do you think you are?

When facing the Supreme, a saint will be respectful and whatever you say will be taken. But if you corner me, at worst I will run away and you can't kill me completely anyway.

Facing the kind of holy land that can summon saints, supreme beings, and even great emperors and true gods at will to suppress them.

saint?What is that?If you ask me to go east, I will never go west.

"Actually, I'm quite curious. According to rumors, he is just a saint from the demon clan."

"But I never expected that he would be a saint from the Blood Demon Clan."

Su Hao smiled and spoke softly.

After saying that, Su Hao slowly walked towards Leng Wuchang.

"I remember, didn't the Blood Demon clan become extinct long ago?"

"Is there any other news about what happened at that time?"

As he spoke, Su Hao knelt down and looked at Leng Wuchang curiously.

Hearing Su Hao's words, the muscles on Leng Wuchang's face twitched a few times.

A look of hesitating.

But in the end, Leng Wuchang took a deep look at Su Hao.

"Holy Son, there are some things that may not be a good thing for you to know."

Leng Wuchang did not answer Su Hao, but said this with a hint.

"Ok?"

Hearing what Leng Wuchang said, Su Hao raised his eyebrows.

He became even more curious.

After all, it is a bit unusual for a saint to suddenly appear from a race that has been rumored to have become extinct.

As he was thinking about it, he saw that Leng Wuchang had his mouth tightly covered, as if he was refusing to speak.

Su Hao smiled.

Immediately, he glanced at Long Aohai behind him.

After meeting Su Hao's eyes, Long Aohai nodded instantly.

Immediately, Long Aohai walked up to Leng Wuchang.

Facing Leng Wuchang's bewildered and puzzled eyes.

"Crack! Crack!"

Long Aohai moved his left and right hands together, hitting Leng Wuchang with two big slaps in succession.

Although they are all in the same realm.

But the background is different, and the trump cards are also different.

The result is naturally different.

Just when Leng Wuchang looked at Long Aohai with a embarrassed look on his face, he was about to say something.

"I don't want to hear what you taught me."

"Whatever I ask you, you just say it, understand?"

Su Hao looked at Leng Wuchang and spoke calmly.

(End of this chapter)