C347 (1/2)

The moon stops thinking, and a little doubt appears on her beautiful face.

Lengao's identity has made countless cultivators submit to him. With the love of his master, the northern wild goose king, it can be said that no one dares to provoke him.

How dare the young man provoke him? Qing Yue looks at Ling Hao and glances up and down.

”This person has no bright spot except for his excellent temperament.”

”Is he really capable of robbing the arrogant animal core?”

As the apprentice of Qingyue, Liqian's mouth was slightly open at this time, and he said in surprise, ”master, isn't he the mysterious man?”

”Impossible!” After hearing this, Qing Yue refused to say, ”you should know that all the demon geniuses died in that man's hands because they didn't hand over the core. How could the strong one be so young?”

”Master said the same.” Pear rubbed her head lightly and puzzled, ”this man should be a newborn calf, not afraid of tigers...”

The two of them, together with the disciples of qingyuezong, did not rush to leave, but stood by and watched.

They would like to see how the arrogant cold arrogance always deals with it.

”Hahahaha.”

Lengao burst out laughing at Linghao's words.

”You're so funny. You're going to have to settle with Ben Shaozhu?”

”Li Feng didn't kill you. Today I will let you die!”

”You think you are the mysterious man. People rob so much. Do you want to follow suit?”

Cold arrogant smile, this fool, really think that they dare not do it to him?

The dog leg behind him also hurriedly came out, pointed at Ling Hao, and said scornfully, ”son of the human race, I don't know where you come from. How dare you do this bandit thing!”

Then, his face showed the color of pondering, ”the important thing is that even our cold little Lord dares to rob. I will teach you a lesson today! ”

A treasure gun is exposed in the air. The middle-aged cultivator holds it in his hand, and the ray light twines on the handle.

”Kill him!”

Leng Ao said in a deep voice. He was also a little calm. The strength of the middle-aged cultivator is in the triple heaven of Daojun. It must be more than enough to deal with a man.

The gun breaks through the void, and the momentum is like thunder. Linghao smiles and punches up. The cultivator is shocked and says, ”empty hand?”

The beautiful eyes of the moon brightened and murmured, ”this gun is a royal magic weapon...”

No one dares to touch the magic weapon with his bare hands. However, people here don't know that Ling Hao's Holy Spirit has been cultivated to the middle stage. It can be said that it will never be destroyed. One fist can break the whole mountain!

Don't say it's a magic weapon at the level of emperor.

From the bottom to the top, the spear is broken into pieces and flying with the wind.

”The power of a fist is so terrible!” The moon takes a deep breath.

The client is the middle-aged cultivator. At the moment, he seems to have seen a ghost. His legs are shaking. ”It's impossible!”

”What a waste!”

”I've raised you for nothing.”

Lengao frowned slightly. He came over in person. Just then, he felt terrible. He smashed the imperial magic weapon with one blow. You should know that the materials of the imperial magic weapon are made of Xuangang stone, or Tianyan star, which are hard materials.

”Let me kill you!”

”Boy, today is your day of death.”

Lengao has a rebellious face. Thinking that Yan Yuexin has a little good face for this boy that day, he gets angry secretly. Yan Yuexin can only be his own. He will never allow his woman to have a good face for another man.