850.The Prophet Speaks (Eight Watches)
Get lost?
Richard's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took a deep breath, forcibly restraining the anger in his heart. This Chen Han actually dares to let himself go?
Let yourself roll?
Richard sneered, immediately looked at Chen Han, probed the other party with contemptuous eyes, and said slowly: "Chen Han...... What are you? Why are you telling me to? Do you know who I am?"
Richard's roar echoed across the hall.
Immediately.
He responded, "I'm Richard!"
"The heir of the Church of Light!"
"The leader of the Iron Crusade!"
"Eighteen years old, with the strength of the seventh-order fourfold......"
Richard said as he pointed at Chen Han and looked at the other party with extremely contemptuous eyes.
The expression was like a word.
Myself.
He is the proud son of the Bright Church, enjoying thousands of favors in his life.
In the middle of this northern Luzhou.
It is even more necessary to have the wind and the rain.
It is the king of the entire Church of Light under one person and above ten thousand people!
And you!
Chen Hanββ
What are you?
Actually compared to me?
I only need to hook my fingers to kill you, why are you, what qualifications do you have to fight me?
"Restless!"
Chen Han frowned.
He really couldn't get used to the other party's lofty posture, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
"I've already told you before...... You're just so annoying. Since you don't want to get out, then I'll take action to let you go!"
Let's talk about it.
Chen Han's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slammed forward with a sharp step.
With a furious force, it bombarded towards Richard.
This moment.
Chen Han's speed was almost exerted to the extreme, and he even carried a gust of wind and flew away.
"What?"
Richard was stunned.
He didn't expect that Chen Han's speed was more than his naked eye could capture, and by the time he reacted, Chen Han had already rushed into his field of vision. The first to rush out was Chen Han's fist!
Rumble!
Richard came to his senses and tried to defend.
But Chen Han's fist, in an extremely strange posture, actually tore through Richard's defense in an instant, and slammed directly into his face.
With a deafening sound.
Richard was also under this punch, lost his balance in an instant, and the whole person swept backwards, crashing into the ruins.
Suddenly.
Smoke filled the air, and there was a loud sound.
All the people were stunned, looking at Chen Han dumbfounded!
Sneered.
Chen Han looked at the Red Blood Demon Sword in his hand and said coldly, "Church of Light, Church of Darkness, heir...... It's a shame to fight for such a broken sword. What kind of broken sword is this? so shoddy!"
Let's talk about it.
With a slight flick of his right hand, he threw the Red Blood Demon Sword in his hand lightly, allowing it to slash through an arc in mid-air and plunge into the ground.
Suddenly.
In the prophet's house, there was a dead silence.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Chen Han's body.
"This kid is so arrogant!"
"That's it...... Don't think that after he defeated the two masters of the younger generation, he was already lawless, and even dared to criticize the Prophet?"
"It's so rampant!"
In the house.
The hearts of the people were filled with anger or amazement.
Moreover.
I want to go up and teach Chen Han a lesson.
"Humph!"
Chen Han raised the corners of his mouth disdainfully, looked at the red-blooded demon sword that was stuck upside down on the ground, and said slowly: "This sword is more than strong and less flexible. There is a saying that too rigid is easy to break!"
Chen Han shook his head slowly as he spoke, and everyone who was attracted by the words couldn't help but look sideways.
"Little brother, it's easy to break if it's too rigid...... What do you mean by that?" Beside him, an old man who also seemed to be a senior refiner stood up slowly, looked at Chen Han, and asked with some disbelief.
A faint smile.
Chen Han's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "The sword is a gentleman among weapons, and the characteristic it should have is to have strong flexibility...... Only in this way will all you have will make the sword moves changeable and weird. However, this Red Blood Demon Sword used too much 'Red Steel', which increased the sharpness of the Red Blood Demon Sword, but made the sword body stronger. If the Red Blood Demon Sword encounters a weapon of the same level, I'm afraid that if it can't fight for ten rounds, cracks will appear, and it will break immediately!"
Fracture?
Chen Han's words made everyone in the house shout out in silence.
"You...... You...... You're literally farting. The senior refiner, when he heard Chen Han's evaluation, immediately raised his beard, couldn't help but point at Chen Han, and shouted: "You guy, you can't spit out ivory from your dog's mouth." How can the weapon created by the Prophet have such a weakness? Boy, you apologize quickly, otherwise, the old man will definitely not spare you!"
All of a sudden.
In the house.
Those many voices were all reprimands and accusations against Chen Han.
"Boy, hurry up and apologize!"
"Get out of the Prophet's house, this is not the place for you to come at all!"
See this scene.
Zhou Chuanshan on the side couldn't help frowning.
He hurriedly lowered his voice and said to Chen Han, who had already become the finger of thousands of people and scolded by thousands of people, and said, "Chen Han, you have caused a lot of trouble this time. You see, we're here to find a prophet. You have offended the prophet by saying this. What should we do if the Prophet is to blame?"
Hear the words.
Chen Han smiled faintly, waved his hand at Zhou Chuanshan, and said, "Don't worry, I have my own method." Without this radical method, it is impossible to force the prophet out!"
However.
Just as Chen Han's words fell, a faint cold snort slowly resounded at this moment.
Quick as a wink.
The originally noisy prophet's house quietly became quiet, and everyone couldn't help but shiver.
"The Prophet is angry!"
"Yes, this kid has angered the Prophet!"
The sound was mighty.
made everyone tremble.
Listen to this angry snort.
Zhou Chuanshan, who was already extremely nervous, immediately weakened his knees, knelt on the ground firmly, and hurriedly shouted: "Lord Prophet, please forgive your sins." Chen Han is from Dongsheng Shenzhou...... He doesn't understand the rules here, if he is offensive, please don't worry too much, please forgive him!"
"Huh...... Chen Han!"
The voice of the Prophet came from all sides of the Prophet's Mansion.
There was a hint of anger in the laughter that was difficult to hide.
"Chen Han, I've heard of your name too...... However, don't forget, this is Beiju Luzhou. It's not your Dongsheng Shenzhou, it's not your turn to go wild here. β