Taishang Hualong Jue

Chapter 10 Conflict
If there wasn't that old immortal, even if Qin Luo's battle spirit was crippled before, his soul sea was shattered, and he was insulated from martial arts, those side branches would not dare to be too arrogant in front of him, let alone blatantly covet the position of Patriarch, but because This old man's backing made them more courageous. After all, whose fist was big enough.

Qin Tian, ​​he should be opening up the soul sea soon.

Qin Luo took a deep breath, and his heart was a little dignified. Although his current strength has recovered a lot, he still can't compete with it. Qin Tian and other side branches should be in trouble at the end of the clan competition, and time is very tight.

"Get out of the way!" Thoughts turned, but Qin Luo's face was expressionless, and he said neither salty nor light.

"A waste who dares to be so arrogant, I really thought I was a genius in the past." Qin Shan sneered, with no intention of giving way at all, and the young man behind him who he would guide and take care of in the future sneered.

The rest of the people looked at Qin Luo jokingly like a cat playing with a mouse.

"I said get out of the way!" Qin Luo slightly emphasized his tone, and turned his head to give Qin Shan a faint look.

There seemed to be a trace of blood in the slightly cold eyes. Qin Shan's heart trembled, his face turned pale with fright, and he refrained from stepping forward. Seeing Qin Luo passing him calmly, his face There was a flash of bluish-white color on his face, his expression was extremely cold and ugly, and he felt a burning pain in his face, he was actually frightened by a waste.

"Cousin Qin Luo, looking at you, you must have gone to the back mountain to practice. Let my cousin see how much progress you have made as a great genius in the past."

Qin Shan's face was cold, and as he spoke, he had already moved his hands. His right hand was gray and white, like a rock, giving people a feeling of hardness. He suddenly stretched out and patted Qin Luo's back.

The strong wind coming from behind made Qin Luo's eyes turn cold, and his footsteps moved sideways. At the same time, he turned slightly sideways to avoid the palm that came from behind. The strong wind almost brushed his chest, and he turned around and frowned. To Qin Shan.

"what"

Qin Shan gasped in surprise, turned his head to look at Qin Luo in surprise, and then sneered, "It seems that Qin Luo's cousin is recovering very well, give me another slap!"

As he said that, he stomped on the icy ground, and slapped Qin Luo fiercely with his retracted palm again. Judging by the momentum, he had no intention of showing mercy at all.

"roll!"

Qin Luo snorted, and the clay figurine was also very angry. This Qin Shan provoked again and again, no matter how good his self-cultivation was, he was irritated by him. His face turned slightly cold, and he looked at the palm that was about to be printed on his chest. lift up.

The others didn't see any movement from him, but saw a blur in front of their eyes, like a phantom flashing, Qin Shan's palm that was slapped towards Qin Luo was three inches away from his chest, and was held by the latter's hand, as if being held by Qin Luo. The iron tongs bound him, making him unable to move.

Qin Shan was also taken aback, and couldn't get rid of the grip of Qin Luo's palm even with all his strength, his face changed suddenly, this trash really recovered some strength, right?

Otherwise, it's okay to use this waste's physical strength to deal with a body-training martial artist, but he has already stepped into the awakening state.

Impossible, his fighting spirit was deprived, his soul sea was shattered, and his meridians were completely destroyed. No matter how good the treasures of heaven and earth, or panacea could restore him, it must be an illusion.

Yes, it must be an illusion.

Qin Shan took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and suddenly stretched out his other hand. His five fingers clenched into a fist, the gray and white luster like a rock shone, and he punched Qin Luo's face mercilessly. There was a rush of wind whistling, as if a rock was rolling down.

"Falling Rock Fist!"

Behind him, there is a vague and illusory gray-white shadow, which looks like a wolf, but with sharp horns on its forehead, and gray-white pupils, as if everything it sees will be petrified.

This is the Rock Beast, Qin Shan's battle spirit, which is at the top of the human level, not weak at all.

Obviously, Qin Shan has borrowed the power of the war spirit.

Qin Luo had no expression on his face. In his eyes, the seemingly powerful boxing technique was full of flaws, so he didn't hesitate immediately. He also stretched out his other hand, seemingly slowly but quickly, with two fingers bent, and lightly touched Qin Shan's wrist. One shot.

Qin Shan's body trembled, and he felt an astonishing force coming from his wrist, rushing directly into his body, raging in it, and the fist that was blown out was suddenly limp and powerless, and hung down weakly.

Then he saw that Qin Luo's five fingers were lightly raised, seemingly without any fireworks, and the pat lightly landed on his shoulder, but at the moment of contact, there was a huge burst of force, which made him kick back and forth. Finally, he sat down on the ground and looked at Qin Luo in horror.

The others were also stunned by the scene in front of them. They knew Qin Shan's strength well. Although the latter was a complete playboy who didn't know how to learn, he only knew how to eat, drink and play. Life piled up to the awakening state.

Although this kind of strength is not outstanding among the juniors of the Qin family, it is not bad. They never expected that they would be so vulnerable in the hands of trash in their eyes.

"Qin Luo, what do you want to do, you trash? Brother Qin Shan is Brother Qin Tian's younger brother. If you dare to hurt him, Brother Tian will definitely not let you go."

Seeing Qin Luo's icy cold gaze, Qin Shan's dog-legged faces all changed, his face turned slightly pale, and he shouted sternly.

"Waste?" Qin Luo smiled faintly, glanced at them, turned and left, and the indifferent voice slowly entered the ears of several people, "If I am a waste, then what are you?"

"Is it worse than trash?"

Looking at Qin Luo's leaving back in the wind and snow, and listening to the sneering words, Qin Shan's face turned green and white alternately, his five fingers were tightly clenched, and his eyes were full of resentment.

"Brother Qin Shan, what should we do now?" Qin Shan asked cautiously.

"This matter is not over!" Qin Shan gritted his teeth in anger, stood up in embarrassment, patted the ice and snow on his buttocks, and said in a hateful voice, "Let's go and find my elder brother. If that trash dares to hurt me, I must let him Pay the price."

After finishing speaking, he walked away with a flick of his sleeves. Behind him, a few dog legs followed obediently. Knowing that Qin Shan was in a fit of anger, he didn't dare to speak out.

Qin Luo didn't take this issue to heart. To him, Qin Shan and the others were nothing more than clowns, and what he valued was Qin Tian, ​​whom they said they wanted to replace him with.

Back in the small courtyard, I saw a tall and burly figure in a fox fur cloak standing under the big tree with a dense canopy in the courtyard. Qin Luo was slightly startled, that familiar figure was his father Generally speaking, shouldn't he be dealing with family affairs in the study at this time?
This huge family is not so easy to manage, especially in the current situation where the elders of the side branch are eyeing the position of the head of the family, a little negligence may become an excuse for trouble.

Looking at his father with gray temples, Qin Luo's eyes were slightly sour. Qin Yuntian was in his prime, but because of his busy family affairs, he looked old for his age. Of course, Qin Luo also knew that there was something about him in it. influences.

(End of this chapter)