Chapter 1679 Poor Young Master

Needless to say, it was a warning message, and the monks in the entire White Tiger City could see clearly that he, the young master, was in danger.

"Boy, this time, you are looking for death yourself. I will take your soul out and make you regret coming to this world."

Wan Menghao's deep voice came to his ears, full of resentment. Since he was a child, he has been taken care of by his father. He has never suffered such hardship. Naturally, he hates Lin Xuan to the bone.

Helpless, this matter was too embarrassing, and his father was unwilling to come forward, so he could only grit his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

At the moment when I thought there was no revenge, I didn't expect this kid to bump into the muzzle of the gun by himself.

This is not Linhai City, but Wanshou Island.

A mere immortal cultivator in the early Yuanying stage, is it up to him whether he lives or dies, whether he kneads it into dough or into a pie?

Thinking of getting revenge, he was so excited that he trembled all over, but he didn't release his consciousness. He scanned Lin Xuan, thinking that he was really a cultivator in the early Yuanying stage. After all, at this time, Lin Xuan didn't use the The spiritual pressure is activated.

One mistake will cause eternal hatred, and he will regret it for the rest of his life.

But at this moment, Wan Menghao didn't know, and was still sneering complacently.

To be so stupid is really rare and superb.

Similar to the situation in Linhai City, Wanshou Island is always patrolled by soldiers.

And since the Venerable Beast is not here, the defense is much stronger than usual.

The warning symbol on Wan Menghao's body was specially made by the old monster for his precious son.

No matter how incompetent it is, it is still its own flesh and blood, and the poison of a tiger does not eat its offspring. Although the Venerable Beast is ambitious, he still loves his own flesh and blood very much.

Almost all the cultivators on the island know this talisman.

Without saying a word, the soldiers on the city wall turned into frightened rainbows and surrounded them here.

A little further away, Duan Guang is more and more eye-catching, those are the Nascent Soul Stage Elders who stayed behind.

They know the conduct of the Venerable Beast, if something happens to the young master here, none of them will have good results.

Wan Menghao saw this scene clearly, and the expression on his face became more and more complacent, domineering, but his voice seemed extremely cold.

"Boy, if you kowtow to beg for mercy now, sign a master-servant blood contract with you, and wash your feet and empty the toilet for you every day in the future, it's not like I can't forgive you..."

"Hehe, your Excellency is really an interesting guy. If it weren't for the special circumstances, Lin would be a little bit reluctant to kill you." Lin Xuan said with an angry smile.

I have seen people who don't know how to live and die, but I have never seen people who don't know how to live and die to such an extent. How can this young master be described as the best, and it is too flattering to describe him with an idiot.

But at this moment, Lin Xuan didn't have time to chat with him here. Although he used Jiutian microsteps to throw the silver fish away, but if nothing happened, the other party would soon catch up.

not much time!

A flash of light flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes, his right hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and he slammed down on the opponent fiercely.

Although Wan Menghao is a fool, he has suffered a long time ago, and he is somewhat on guard. Seeing the situation, he pointed to him without saying anything. Block Lin Xuan's fist.

There was a little surprise on Lin Xuan's face. This treasure is not bad in terms of quality. It seems that even the idiot young master has a wealth far beyond that of monks of the same rank.

It's a pity that wanting to stop myself is nothing but a dream.

Lin Xuan is no ordinary immortal cultivator. The Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens Art made his body much harder than that of monsters in the metamorphosis stage. There was a flash of spiritual light on his fist, and the shield was flattened with a bang.

The aura was extremely dim, and it fell towards the ground like ordinary iron.

"impossible!"

Wan Menghao turned pale with fright, the pride on his face disappeared without a trace, and the gaze he looked at Lin Xuan became frightened again: "Please, don't hit me."

He was deeply impressed by the experience of being flattened into a pig's head last time.

Such words of begging for mercy made Lin Xuan dumbfounded, and he had never encountered it in the four hundred years of cultivating immortals.

"Don't worry, I won't hit you."

Lin Xuan smiled and said, how did the lord of the Beasts generation give birth to such an unworthy son.

While talking with fingers flexed, a spell entered into Wan Menghao's body, temporarily imprisoning his mana, then he broke the cork and poured the green berry juice all over his head and face.

Of course, Lin Xuan didn't pour it completely, but only used a small part of it. Then he put the cork on the bottle, flipped it over with his left hand, and pasted a gray prohibition talisman on it.

In this way, the taste of the emerald green berry liquid will not be leaked at all, Lin Xuan put it back to his waist.

Although this is the first time I've heard of this thing, and I don't know what other uses it has besides attracting silver fish and birds, but Lin Xuan has extensive knowledge, and he intuitively knows that it is probably a good treasure.

Of course, it can't be wasted and used up, and the rest is not going to be returned to Elder An, filling his own pocket.

"what are you doing?"

The action was imprisoned by Lin Xuan, and seeing him take out something and put it on his head, Wan Menghao instinctively imagined it as a very terrible poison, and let out a scream like a pig, the sound was so loud that it resounded through the sky.

"Little Lord!"

The immortal cultivator flying from a distance turned pale with shock, and couldn't help but fly even faster.

"Hey, this thing smells pretty good, sweet and sour, and tastes good."

After screaming a few times, Wan Menghao suddenly found that he didn't feel uncomfortable, and he didn't even have any signs of poisoning.

On the contrary, the fragrance of this product was very strong, which made people feel refreshed, and a few drops fell in his mouth, which was even more delicious.

Like a fine wine, it has a long aftertaste.

His eyes could not help showing confusion: "You...what do you want to do?"

"Hehe, boy, you are asking for more blessings."

Lin Xuan's face was full of pity, he patted the opponent's shoulder, touched the prohibition on his body, and without saying much, it turned into a startled rainbow and flew away towards the distance.

Wan Menghao was still a little dazed, what happened today was a bit weird.

The other party clearly restrained himself, so why did he just slap him and settle the matter.

Moreover, the juice that he poured on his head did not seem to be poisonous, but rather like some kind of valuable treasure.

What is the purpose of the other party doing this?

I couldn't understand it, but at this moment, a concerned voice came to my ears: "Young master, are you okay?"

Turning around, I saw several Nascent Soul cultivators surrounding him. They were all confidantes of the family ancestors and were ordered to stay here.

It also includes two late monks.

There are also a large number of soldiers around, there are two to three hundred people.

With so many subordinates around him, Wan Menghao's courage suddenly grew.

Why do you care so much, first capture this nasty kid alive.