Shocking Scrap Elementalist

Chapter 1135
I want to distance myself from the Lord of the Destruction Branch Hall.

The master of An Zixuan's reaction to destroy the branch hall didn't care at all.

In his opinion, An Zixuan was already in his pocket.

The master of the destruction branch approached An Zixuan step by step, and the surging soul power around him rose rapidly as he approached step by step.

And under his feet, where he walked, the hard bluestone slab has been cracked inch by inch, spreading rapidly like a spider's web.

Where his feet stepped, he left a footprint.

When the wind blows, the finely divided powder flies up.

The thick and hard bluestone slab was directly crushed to powder under his feet.

An Zixuan's face turned pale in the face of the Lord of the Destroying Branch Hall who was fully fired.

It wasn't because of scaring, but as a seventh-level fighter, in terms of strength, it was a normal reaction to be crushed by the soul power of an eighth-level fighter.

The blood in the heart was churning, and even the throat was filled with a faint sweet smell.

Not to mention the internal organs, I thought that the powerful level of soul power was crushed, as if it was placed on the ground and crushed by a stone mill.

It was all supported by strong willpower that he did not fall down.

Don't underestimate the gap between grades.

The higher the level, the greater the gap between them.

An Zixuan felt her soul power flowing through her meridians, as if they were frozen, as if her meridians could not withstand such crushing pressure, they would burst at any time.

Even so, An Zixuan still held the bow and arrow firmly in both hands, ready to shoot at any time.

Even the bow and arrow condensed by the water soul power did not have the slightest crack, and the bow and arrow remained stable.

The master of the Vitality Branch gave a surprised cry and sighed: "This An Zixuan... is not simple."

Who would have thought that his exclamation would actually anger the envoy who was watching the play next to him, turned his head, and asked angrily, "What's not simple?"

"Seventh-level fighter, against the eighth-level, you can only wait to be crushed. Isn't it simple? I think her brain is not simple, so she knows how to pretend here."

The envoy's contempt made the Lord of the Vitality Branch frown.

In the past, he still took into account the status of the holy envoy, but he was very courteous to her and tolerated her various problems.

Now, he just asked the holy envoy, she didn't pay attention to the lives of the people in their living room at all, why should he give the holy envoy face?

No matter how powerful the status is, can it be compared to their entire vitality branch hall?

What's more, their Vitality Temple doesn't just have such a holy envoy.

She may become the master of the Vitality Temple in the future, but she is not the only one.

It is uncertain who will kill the deer.

Having figured this out, the Hall Master of the Vitality Branch naturally wouldn't tolerate the Holy Envoy any longer, and sneered: "Even if it's just pretending, you have to have the strength to pretend."

"Under the coercion of an eighth-level fighter, the weapon that An Zixuan condensed with her soul power has not collapsed, which shows how delicately she controls her own soul power."

"More importantly, she can still mobilize her own soul power under the pressure of the Lord of the Destruction Branch Hall. This kind of ability is not something ordinary people can do."

Having said that, the master of the Vitality Branch asked as if he hadn't seen the envoy's increasingly ugly face, "Can the envoy do it?"

As soon as the Lord of the Vitality Division asked this sentence, the face of the holy envoy turned green and white, which was wonderful!
(End of this chapter)