"Hehe, how is it? I'm scared, I'll tell you a very mysterious thing, I'm a cultivator, a second-order cultivator, doesn't it feel amazing, doesn't it feel like I'm living in it?" said the middle-aged uncle with a grin.

If you change to the previous Xia Long, it really feels ridiculous.

But now that I have been in contact with Xiuzhen, I know that this is not, this is real.

Just from his palm in the air, the hard stone pillar was smashed into slag, and the middle-aged uncle in front of him was probably a bit brute!

- Wipe ...... If this slap is on yourself, won't you become a scumbag?

Now, Xia Long felt the panic and hugged the little white fox and stepped back step by step.

But.

Even so, Xia Long still didn't have the idea of handing over the little white fox to the other party.

"Little friend, if you know each other, hurry up and hand over the little white fox to me, otherwise...... Hmph, even if the monk disdains to hurt ordinary people, he can't guarantee it. The middle-aged uncle preached to Xia Long.

Swollen wood office?

Swollen wood office?

Now, Xia Long is in a hurry.

He is just a rookie who has just started building a foundation, and in the face of a second-order cultivator, he has no chance of winning at all.

And, the biggest problem is that you can't run.

"I'm going to fight you in a duel!" Xia Long pointed to the middle-aged uncle and said indignantly.

"Duel with me?" the middle-aged uncle laughed and rolled back after hearing this.

Xia Long looked at the middle-aged uncle's smile and rolled his eyes-I really wanted to let him laugh like this.

"Do you dare?"

"Okay!" the middle-aged uncle shrugged - if he didn't even have the courage to fight a duel with an ordinary person, then he still had a haircut.

Xia Long put the little white fox in his arms on the ground, and the little white fox kept glancing at Xia Long, meaning to run quickly.

However, Xia Long didn't seem to understand the little white fox's eyes.

- Xia Long, you big pig's trotters, how could you have beaten a second-order monk?

Despite this, the little white fox was moved in his heart, and for his own sake, he actually had to fight with a second-order monk.

It is enough to see that Xia Long is really a good person.

The little white fox stared at Xia Long - I hope you won't be blown into slag, this little fox doesn't want to light wax for you.

Xia Long put down the little white fox and straightened up to look at the middle-aged uncle.

Now, Xia Long's hole cards are the two second-level armor charms and two second-level attack charms obtained in the system draw.

Two armor charms and two attack charms can resist the attacks of second-order monks and perform lethal attacks on second-order monks.

The middle-aged uncle in front of him happened to be a second-order monk.

Xia Long clasped his hands together - the heavenly spirit, the earth spirit, and the Bodhisattva blessed these runes are not cheating things.

Because, Xia Long has a shadow in his heart about what he got by lottery.

Every time the hypermarket draws, the prizes obtained are not bad, but very poor, so bad that it is heartbreaking.

"Hehe, little friend, it's useless to pray to the heavens, you should pray to me, but you are an ordinary person, even if I use a little strength, you will be blown into slag. The middle-aged uncle stared at Xia Long, who had folded his hands, and said with a grin.

Xia Long didn't pay attention to the middle-aged uncle, but silently recited in his heart - second-level armor talisman, second-level attack talisman, open!

The young lady of the system has prompted before that it is very simple to open the rune program, just a thought.

That is, now the runes have been opened.

Merely...... I don't feel anything for Mao?

Don't cheat on you.

"Now I'm going to duel with you, come on!" Xia Long said as he looked at the middle-aged uncle.

"Hey......" the middle-aged uncle sighed, "Little friend, you are so young, you haven't married a daughter-in-law yet, right?" ”

"Don't give. Xia Long replied.

"Okay, okay, then don't blame your uncle for being polite!"

The words fell.

The middle-aged uncle raised his palm, grinned, and his eyes flashed with a fierce color.

And now, Xia Long is also super nervous, in case of a case, the armor charm and attack charm don't work, then he will really become a scumbag.

But since you choose to take this step, you have to be confident.

"Then you're welcome!" Xia Long raised the corners of his mouth and beckoned to the middle-aged uncle.

"Goodbye children, goodbye to your youth!"

The words fell.

The middle-aged uncle's raised palm slapped at Xia Long suddenly.

Pause.

The air flow of the entire space became surging, and an invisible gas, called the trend of overturning the river and the sea, bombarded towards Xia Long.

For the attack of the second-order monk, Xia Long, a first-order minor monk who had just started the foundation building, had no possibility of dodging it at all.

Therefore, Xia Long didn't even dodge at all, he stood indifferently in place, and he had the confidence of a king.

Of course, it seems that Xia Long is indifferent, but he is actually scared in his heart.

The palm momentum instantly bombarded Xia Long's body, and then ......

And then there was no more.

Xia Long's bangs on his forehead, by the way, and the corners of his clothes just floated slightly, and the palm momentum was gone.

It's like being blown on your body by a breeze.

"Are you okay?" Seeing this, Xia Long instantly became happy - the second-order armor talisman was really a cow, he was not bombarded into scum, his arms were there, his legs were there, and he was unharmed, at best, he blew his hair for free.

It seems that the runes obtained from this lottery are not parallel imports, and they are very useful.

At the same time, the corner of the middle-aged uncle's mouth twitched, and he was also confused.

Is it okay for Mao?

For Mao?

"Hey, uncle, it's my turn!"

The words fell.

Xia Long also raised his palm, and with a sigh, he slapped it at the middle-aged uncle.

At this time, you can't hesitate, in case the middle-aged uncle is not convinced, and he has to waste an armor talisman if he comes to slap it.

Life-saving things can't be wasted.

Rumble!

A wave of qi rushed towards the middle-aged uncle.

The air waves are surging, and the dust is rolling everywhere.

Yes!

The middle-aged uncle screamed miserably, leaned back and flew back.

After landing.

The middle-aged uncle made a "poof" and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Wow, what a cow!" Xia Long looked at his palms - he was all convinced, a dignified second-order monk was actually knocked to the ground by his little rookie palm?

In the cultivation realm, it was definitely big news.

Of course, the middle-aged uncle at this moment is heartbroken.

An ordinary child almost killed his second-order monk?

It's a shame to cover your face and shed tears.

And the middle-aged uncle realized a very real problem, the child in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person, but a master of cultivation.

He didn't believe that an ordinary person could be so awesome.

It's just that the middle-aged uncle is a little curious.

Why didn't he feel half of the aura from the young man in front of him?

Suddenly.

The middle-aged uncle's eyes flashed with a bright light, and he had a feeling of sudden realization.

- I didn't feel half of the aura on the young man in front of me, and he was really able to beat himself into a serious injury with one move, so ...... There is only one possibility, this young man is a terrifying cultivation master.