Shang Hu smiled again and said in his heart, "How can I be serious about you when I am on the second floor?" So he nodded and smiled:

"I'm very serious."

Qin Shuang was almost irritated by him.

Are you serious?

"Brother Shanghu, I hope I can defeat you with all your strength, so as to save me from defeating you, and the other Gods thought that I was just betrayed you. Then challenge me again, I don't have so much time to waste. And once I fight with others, whether it's a life-and-death battle or a competition, I will do my best. In other words, once you are seriously injured, I can't blame me."

"You're seriously hurting me? Haha..."

Shang Hu was angry and decided to teach Qin Shuang a lesson.

But...not much serious...

Qin Shuang sighed in her heart, there was nothing she could do. Then let's fight.

He turned his hand and patted Shang Hu.

The Great Handprint of the Sky.

The cultivation level of the second level of the Heavenly Lord exploded with the strength of the fifth level.

Shang Hu's face changed. The power of the fifth level of the Heavenly Lord was originally impossible for him. However, he was seriously lacking in preparation. He responded in a hurry and was slapped away by Qin Shuang.

quiet!

silence!

Absolute silence!

"boom……"

Then there was a burst of cheerful laughter, and someone shouted: "Shuanghu, let you pretend to be big, will you lose your adult this time? Hahaha..."

Shang Hu's figure was about to be photographed on the ground, and he was about one meter away from the ground, stabilizing his figure, and looking up at Qin Shuang. His face was ugly. No matter who it was, he was shot from the second floor of the Heavenly Venerable in front of more than 10,000 cultivators, and he was photographed from the air with a slap. His face would not look good.

At the same time, I was shocked.

Whose family belongs to this?

Why is it so powerful?

The second level of the Heavenly Venerable can actually burst out the power of the fifth level of the Heavenly Venerable.

This is a genius.

However, even a genius is not my opponent now. I am the fifth level of the Heavenly Lord. With all my strength, she is not my opponent.

It seems I'm going to be serious!

"Swoosh..."

Shang Hu flew into the air again, and the Taoist craft poured overwhelmingly towards Qinshuang. Qinshuang shook his head slightly. This Shang Hu was much worse than the Qianyuan Ancestor. She didn't have to integrate Taoist crafts, but she just connected various single Taoist crafts. In less than a moment, she suppressed Shang Hu tightly.

No one around spoke, and they all looked at Qin Shuang in shock.

What did I see?

Multiple attributes?

wrong!

Count it.

One, two, three, four, five…911!

Eleven attributes!

All attributes!

This is...the qualification of a saint!

He is someone who can challenge him at the leap!

When did the human race produce such a powerful force?

Moreover, the Taoist method of eleven attributes is used too reasonably. Shang Hu is no match for it at all!

Above the holy mountain.

The three saints looked at each other and laughed. These three people were not flowers in the greenhouse. They had experienced the battle of the fairy world and broke the fairy world. After coming to this world, they had experienced tens of thousands of years of hard battles. The monks around them died one by one, and those who could survive were not lucky people, and they all had rich experience in fighting life and death.

"Qin Shuang has indeed experienced countless life-and-death battles." Situ Dao sighed: "There is no murderous aura in Shang Hu's Taoist Dharma."

"I think it's Qin Shuang who suppressed the murderous intent. Otherwise, Shang Hu would have been defeated long ago." She Huan nodded and said.

"Are we too comfortable?" Xia Fenfang frowned.

The three saints were silent.

"boom……"

Several single-attribute Taoist techniques quickly connected, breaking the defense of Shanghu, knocking Shanghu down from the air, and smashing heavily on the ground.

"Too weak!" Qin Shuang shook her head and said in her heart: "What is weak is not cultivation, but combat experience, and murderous intent. A monk has no murderous intent, just like an immortal weapon without a sharp edge."

"I lost!"

Shuanghu climbed up from the ground, feeling a little disappointed, not much depressed, and there was no fighting spirit that I would definitely defeat you next time. This made Qin Shuang shake his head secretly.

The monks in this world are so comfortable!

Qin Shuang was no longer interested. She waved her sleeves and flew towards the holy city. Behind her, a group of monks, especially the more than a hundred heavenly priests around the homesick monument, followed Qin Shuang, talking nonsense:

"Fellow Daoist, whose family are you from?"

"Fellow Daoist, take off the mask and show us!"

"Fellow Daoist, take off your clothes and show us!"

Qin Shuang suddenly turned his head and his eyes entered the sword. The Heavenly Lord felt cold all over his body and hurriedly said:

"It's not clothes, it's a cloak, it's a cloak!"

Qin Shuang is tired, why is this like this in this session?

Who are they?

It's been so comfortable for too long!

If you are in the fairy world, you will be sure to survive for two days.

Qin Shuang was too lazy to pay attention to them. She stepped on the void and disappeared in an instant.

The Heavenly Lord raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat, and said in fear:

"It's so scary! I've never seen that kind of gaze, it's a murderous gaze. As for it? Didn't I just say one wrong? At worst, I apologize!

Is it going to kill me?

How could there be such a person?

Too ungraceful!”

"Yeah!" The heavenly priests around nodded one after another.

Above the holy mountain.

The Three Saints are really tired. To be honest, they have long been unable to stand the current trend of prosperity, but they have no choice, because of the existence of these holy-level monks, the spirit beasts dare not attack them on a large scale. Without a large-scale war, the prosperity will naturally come. Once the trend of prosperity is formed, even the holy-level monks cannot be changed.

Where can these monks still have the tenacity they had back then?

Where can they still have the aura of their past?

Where are their iron blood?

They all became a bunch of greenhouse flowers.

If this is the white hole that is opened and this world and the fairy world understand, I am afraid that these monks will deliver vegetables to the fairy world, and a large area will be killed by someone.

"Are we going to change the trend?" Xia Fenfang said worriedly.

"How to change?" Situ Dao looked helpless: "Unless we all die at the holy level!"

"If we, the holy level, really die!" She Huan said: "With the mentality of these monks now, they will probably be killed by the spirit beasts for a long time."

"You have to think of a way!"

Qin Shuang didn't know that the Three Saints were tired at this time and had already returned to the homesick monument. She sat cross-legged on the No. 1 stone futon, lowered her eyes slightly, and began to capture the silk of the law and weave the chains of the law.

"Swoosh swish swish..."

A person landed in front of the homesick monument, sat cross-legged, glanced at Qin Shuang who was practicing, and shook his head, feeling very confused.

He is on the second level of the Heavenly Lord, and he is a person who can defeat the fifth level of the Heavenly Lord. Why is he so diligent?

Is it not good to practice slowly?

Wouldn't it be good to enjoy life more?

Two days later.

A figure came out from the homesick monument and landed behind the crowd. The Heavenly Lord immediately asked:

"Brother Su, how much has you gained?"

"Somewhat understands it." Brother Su said proudly.

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