Shocking Venomous Consort: Frivolous Miss



"Pa!" The brick in Wu Xie's hand finally broke and turned into fragments that scattered on the ground.

"Hu ..." Ling Chuxi and the others heaved a long sigh of relief. They were relieved for old crying snake.

But immediately, their expressions changed again. Wu Xie was breathing heavily. He bent down and dug out a large cobblestone with a diameter of one foot from the sand. Then, he raised it over his head and greeted the old crying snake.

"PU!" A fountain gushed out along the edge of the black cloth bag.

"Awooo ..." Old Ming snake let out a few muffled groans. His head tilted to the side and he fell to the ground.

"Crazy, this guy must be crazy." Looking at Wu Xie, whose entire body was burning with the light of violence, Meng Zheng's face was blank.

"Don't tell me that guy wants to beat the old crying snake to death. " LAN Xinyu's face turned a little pale when she saw Wu Xie pick up the extra-large cobblestone and walk towards old Ming snake.

"It's very possible. " Said Ling Chuxi as she nodded her head.

"Eh? that's not right. How could this guy beat up old crying snake so badly with that little strength?" LAN Xinyu suddenly thought of something and asked in surprise.

"You just realized?" Ling Chuxi looked at LAN Xinyu helplessly. This guy was half a beat slower.

Ling Chuxi had actually noticed that something was amiss long ago. With Wu Xie's cultivation, how could a black cloth bag that he casually threw out trap the old crying snake, who was comparable to a God-level master? Alright, even if he was lucky and had come across a dead rat by chance, with his strength, even if old crying snake stood still and let him hit him, he would definitely not be injured in the slightest.

However, the truth was that the poor old crying snake had no power to fight back. His head was smashed and bleeding, and he was on his last breath. He could not even scream.

After taking a closer look, Ling Chuxi discovered that the unremarkable black cloth bag was actually a spiritual weapon. Strictly speaking, it could be considered a spiritual weapon. The refining technique used was something that even Ling Chuxi had never seen or heard of. It was also because of this spirit weapon that old crying snake was suppressed and could not use any of his strength. At this time, the old crying snake was no different from the snakes and pythons commonly seen in the countryside and the wild. The only difference was that it was a little bigger in size and had a few pairs of wings that looked good but were useless.

As for Wu Xie's cultivation, it was probably not as simple as it seemed on the surface. Although he did not reveal any aura from his body and every time the simple bricks and pebbles smashed down, there was no trace of Qi flying out. However, Ling Chuxi could faintly feel the highly compressed and condensed Yuan Qi fluctuations within him.

Actually, it made sense when he thought about it. Spirit beasts like pythons had extremely strong defenses. The old crying snake was a half divine beast after all. Even if his cultivation was suppressed by a divine weapon, his defense was still far stronger than that of an ordinary spirit beast. If it was just an ordinary brick or stone, it would have shattered after a few hits. How could it cause him any harm?

An expert! Without a doubt, this Wu Xie was the real master!

It was just that she did not know what method this fellow had used to hide his cultivation that even Ling Chuxi could not see through it. Could it be that he also had a spirit talisman like the origin concealing talisman on him?

Or was it because his strength was too high and had already exceeded the limit of his Level Seven sword heart soul-breaking skill?

When she thought of this possibility, Ling Chuxi could not help but look at Wu Xie a few more times. In the past, Ling Chuxi had never carefully sized him up. It was only now that she realized that he no longer had the timidity of being afraid of his hands and feet. Under his rage, Wu Xie's eyebrows were sharp and his eyes were bright. He exuded an invisible heroic spirit, or rather, a Bandit's spirit.