The Saint Started Recklessly, And The Son Of Luck Broke Through The Defense!

"Yue'er! Give it back to him!"

Lin Xiuran's anger rose and he yelled.

Fairy Lengyue glanced angrily at Saint Taixu not far away.

She really didn't expect that Holy Son Taixu would act so decisively this time.

Now he actually wants to drive her off from Bixiao Peak, which is even more insulting to her, and he wants to take back the cultivation resources in her hands.

The humiliation she suffered today was too much, leaving her with no way to vent her grievances.

"Okay, I'll give it all back to you!"

Fairy Lengyue spoke coldly, flipped her hand, and threw an extremely delicate storage ring on the ground to vent her frustration.

Lin Xiuran knew that this matter could not end well, and said angrily: "Okay, okay, I never thought that the Holy Son of Taixu, who would be passed down for eternity, would be so mean.

I will repay the humiliation you received today twice in the future!

Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, don’t bully the young man..."

"Palm mouth!"

Before Lin Xiuran could finish his harsh words, a cold shout rang out.

This is what Su Mo said.

Before he finished speaking, the Right Protector received the order and immediately raised his arm.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap sounded in the palace, directly interrupting Lin Xiuran's spell casting.

Lin Xiuran flew out again, his cheeks extremely red and swollen, with faint bloodshot eyes. It is estimated that after a few more blows, his handsome face will be replaced by a pig's head!

Su Mo cursed secretly in her heart at this moment: "Damn, what a stupid author!"

Just when Lin Xiuran said those words, he saw that the golden luck in Lin Xiuran began to boil!

In Su Mo's eyes, Lin Xiuran's golden light was booming, and countless golden fortunes were added to it, and it seemed that he had a tendency to expand and skyrocket.

This terrifying golden luck frightened Su Mo into hastily opening her mouth to ask the right protector to slap her, interrupting Lin Xiuran's 'skill casting'!

Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don’t bully young people who are poor...

This sentence is so classic that it goes without saying!

As Su Mo thought, Lin Xiuran's skyrocketing luck suddenly slumped after the right protector's slap.

"Bang!!!"

Lin Xiuran, who was slapped again by the right protector, hit the wall and fell to the ground. A huge crack appeared on the wall!

At this moment, he was slapped so hard that his head was dizzy and his eyes were filled with stars.

"Huh?"

At this moment, Su Mo let out a light sigh.

Under his careful observation, he found that the golden luck around Lin Xiuran had not only shrunk at this moment.

And it seemed as if it had lost its breath. Not only did it not change more, but part of it split off and converged on Su Mo.

"Good job!"

Su Mo's eyes lit up. This golden luck was a good thing, and he would naturally accept it.

The golden luck seems to have turned into a girl's gauze, soft and skin-friendly, surrounding Su Mo in a circle.

Then, the golden luck submerged into his body and became a part of his body.

The mysterious feeling from before came back again.

Su Mo closed her eyes slightly and realized it.

Not long after, he felt that his cultivation had skyrocketed again. The barrier between the sixth level of Xuandan and the seventh level of Xuandan had almost become a paper window. He could break through it with just a light poke and be promoted. The seventh level of Xuan Dan!

"Comfortable! This feeling is hundreds of times better than practicing!"

Su Mo couldn't help but admire in her heart.

Tasting the sweetness, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Lin Xiuran who had not yet gotten up from the ground.

From this point of view, this son of luck is a rare cultivation-improving machine!

So much golden luck cannot be wasted!

Su Mo looked at this son of luck and seemed to be much more pleasing to the eye than before.

So, he said calmly: "An ordinary true successor of the Holy Land dares to speak arrogant words in front of this Holy Son. He is so disrespectful and continues to slap me!"

Now Su Mo seemed to have realized the joy of being a villain, and ordered the right protector to continue slapping.

"yes!"

The right protector was also working extremely hard, his whole body was filled with black light, and he sucked the palm of his hand.

Lin Xiuran, who had just gotten up from the ground, suddenly felt a strong suction force, causing his body to fly in the opposite direction towards the palm of the right protector's hand.

Lin Xiuran was shocked and angry, and shouted: "What do you want to do?!"

He wanted to resist, but his little cultivation was not enough.

In the hands of the right guardian, it is like a doll on strings.

"Snapped!!!"

When Lin Xiuran was sucked in front of the right protector, he received another slap, extremely crisp.

Lin Xiuran was also slapped out again.

But just as he flew into the air, he was sucked in by the right protector again, as if he was a yo-yo flying back and forth in mid-air.

For a time, the sound of slaps in the palace was endless, very rhythmic, and seemed to form a "beautiful" melody.

"You...you go too far!"

Lin Xiuran's face that was swollen like a pig's head was furious and he spoke vaguely.

However, these words had no effect, and the movement of the right protector's hand never stopped.

Lin Xiuran felt that this was the greatest humiliation he had ever suffered in his life. Even if he was allowed to die in battle, it would be better than being at the mercy of others now!

And...and all of this happened in front of his childhood sweetheart.

Lin Xiuran, who was about to be sucked in mid-air, shouted in his heart: "Master!"

However, the ring on his fingertip only flashed a ray of light, then became dim and silent.

Su Mo on the side naturally noticed the ring on Lin Xiuran's finger, and chuckled in her heart: "Is this the golden finger of the Son of Destiny?

It seems that the old man in the ring is not doing well either.

His disciples were so humiliated that they did not even dare to show any strength in Taixu Holy Land. "

A sneer arose in Su Mo's heart. Sooner or later, he would destroy the golden finger of the son of luck.

As far as he knew, the ring was just a ray of remnant soul, and it must not be too difficult to deal with.

"Snapped!!!"

"Snapped!!!"

"Snapped!!!"

"..."

At this moment, the slaps still did not stop, playing very rhythmically.

And with every slap, a part of Lin Xiuran's golden luck would split off, be plundered by Su Mo, and submerge into Su Mo's body.

Su Mo closed her eyes, enjoying the endless mysterious feeling.

His cultivation at this moment is also constantly rising.

The barrier that was as thin as paper before was broken through without any difficulty.

Su Mo is at the seventh level of Xuandan at this moment!

All this is far from over, but in just a moment, his cultivation at the seventh level of the Mysterious Pill has been stabilized, and he is heading towards the eighth level of the Mysterious Pill!

Su Mo was happy.

As a big villain, there are indeed many benefits to suppressing the Son of Destiny!

With the speed at which his cultivation level was improving in front of him, he was willing to beat this child of fate like this for the rest of his life!

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