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Chapter 96 Follow my heart! [Subscribe]

"What rubbish?"

You dare to challenge me with such weak strength?

Lu Xian flipped his hand with a puzzled look, and placed the tip of the folded sword against his fingertips. With a flick of his hand, the tip of the Seven Kill Sword, which was slowly dissipating into energy, suddenly drew a white ray, easily piercing through Jian Douluo's chest and sweeping away an unknown distance.

fast!
Just as Jian Douluo realized the danger, his chest was pierced by his own martial spirit. He didn't even have time to feel the pain of his chest being pierced. The next second, he was lightly kicked on the chest. With a loud bang, he flew out in an instant.

Jian Douluo's face was distorted, his body was bent like a cooked shrimp, countless ribs were broken on the spot, his entire chest almost collapsed, and he flew straight towards the lake.

He rolled and skipped repeatedly on the lake, sweeping up waves of white waves nearly a hundred meters away, and finally sank to the bottom of the lake like a dead dog. The bright red color spread out in a straight line on the slightly green lake surface.

All this happened in a flash, and it was too late for others to speak up and stop it.

The whole audience was deeply shocked by this scene. At this moment, the silence was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Xue Beng lay on the ground with his head in his hands, curled up. His eyes were dull and his crotch was wet without him noticing.

Lu Xianyu slowly retracted his kicking leg at this time, looked at Xue Qinghe who was standing beside him with a somewhat dazed expression with some dissatisfaction, and said:

"Brother Xue, is this how your royal family treats the guests you invited? There are those fools who block the way and shout, and there are those weak guards who attack with swords. This lunch is really disgusting. I am not in the mood to eat. Just call Jian Douluo over, and let's go through the process of testing strength and make a quick decision. If Jian Douluo is not here, I will go back right now."

"By the way, beauties don't retreat!"

Lu Xian's words broke the silent atmosphere at the scene, and everyone started back to their senses.

"Uncle Jian!" A shrill cry was heard from Tingwan at this moment, and a blue-robed figure rushed to the center of the lake and dived into the bottom of the lake to save people.

Uncle Jian?

Sounds like a familiar name...

Lu Xian was stunned when he saw this scene. Could the person who was kicked away by him be Jian Douluo?
"Sword... Sword Douluo is in the lake..."

Xue Qinghe's eyes twitched slightly. He knew that Lu Xian's strength should be very good. Now that he saw him take action, he realized that this was more than good...

Even among the Titled Douluo, Jiandao Chenxin is a person who ranks at the top in strength. However, in front of Lu Xian, he was just like a child. He had no ability to resist at all and was almost kicked to death. Looking at Lu Xian's leisurely appearance, it seemed that he was just attacking casually just now and he didn't even start to take it seriously.

His true strength is hard to imagine.

It's like a god!
This time he really found a treasure. Xue Qinghe was very excited. With Brother Lu's support, there was no need to worry about the failure of his great cause!

"Is it really Jian Douluo?"

Lu Xian was stunned and speechless. He didn't even look at the face of the person who came. He just thought he was a palace guard in charge of security. He kicked him out casually. Unexpectedly, he kicked the examiner to the ground?

"The famous Seven Killing Sword is just like this? It breaks with just one stroke. It's so brittle that even shaving my fingernails would not allow it..." Lu Xian curled his lips in disdain.

Soul masters all have good hearing, and Lu Xian didn't intend to hide it, so even the figure on Ting Wan's side heard the contemptuous words clearly.

Jian Douluo, who had just been pulled out of the lake by Ning Fengzhi and slowly woke up from his coma, spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs after hearing this sentence from afar, and fainted again. Ning Fengzhi hurriedly took him back to Tingwan, where a healing soul master was already waiting.

Originally, the healing spirit master was prepared for Lu Xian, fearing that he would be injured during the test. Now the situation has been reversed. The timely rescue saved Jian Douluo's life, but his injuries were too severe. Someone had already left quickly and went to the Ye family to invite the Nine-Hearted Begonia Spirit Master... Lu Xian glanced at Ting Wan, said hello to Xue Qinghe, and prepared to leave, "Since the examiner didn't catch the kick, the test should be over, right? Can I leave now?"

Xue Qinghe hurriedly grabbed his arm and said, "Brother Lu, Qinghe is sorry for not hosting you well. Now that you are here, please give Qinghe some face and see the emperor later before leaving."

Your face during the day is worthless, but your face at night is quite valuable. I'm not in a hurry to leave, but I'm afraid that there will be too many idiots and I won't be able to control my hands, which will ruin your plan. Since you sincerely invite me...

Lu Xian thought about it and decided to give Xue Qinghe this face. He followed him towards Ting Wan. When passing by Avalanche, he stepped on his face.

So what if he is a prince? He acts as he pleases, and now he is unscrupulous.

Cultivating the mind? This thing doesn't exist for him.

When an ordinary person on Earth has the power of his motherland, what will he do?
Day 1: Carefully hide your strength and explore the Earth.

The next day: So I am the only extraordinary person in the world? So I am invincible? Then let’s rob banks and rob beauties.

Day 3: So boring, let’s find some fun!

Day 4: The president takes turns, this year it’s my turn, this is my planet!

Today's Lu Xian is similar to this native of our country.

He is a high school student who has only been exposed to spiritual practice for two months. How can he have a transcendent spiritual mind?
For the country and the people? Bullshit!
There must be one.

The mind and character he cultivates is called:
“Have my way”, or, “Have fun”.

Afraid of trouble? He is not afraid at all.

The worst outcome would be to kill him to pieces!

Be it the devil or the Buddha, what does it matter whether it is the righteous path or the evil path?
He only cultivates to please my heart and to keep me alive forever.

Xue Qinghe saw him humiliating Xue Beng in public, but he didn't blame him. He just glanced at Xue Beng coldly and said, "Why don't you change your pants? It's really embarrassing."

When Xue Beng heard this, he lowered his head with a venomous look in his eyes, trembling and getting up, stumbling away from here. In fact, he probably wouldn't live long, because the kick from Lu Xian on his face just now left a very obscure Baji Beng dark energy in his head. If this dark energy was not actively guided, it would probably erupt in three days...

Led by Xue Qinghe, Lu Xian slowly came to the pavilion. The pavilion was built by the lake, with four red pillars supporting a wine-red canopy. It was ventilated on all sides, and wisps of white gauze hung from the eaves, dancing lightly in the breeze.

This was originally a place for viewing, an elegant place, a peaceful and tranquil imperial garden for emperors to cultivate their character, but now it looks messy.

Many people had already gathered in Tingwan. Jian Douluo was seriously injured and was laid flat on the floor. Two healing soul masters were standing on his left and right, treating his injuries with sweat all over their faces.

At the side, Ning Fengzhi, who was wearing a luxurious blue robe, holding a scepter, and was all wet, was holding the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda martial spirit in his hand, and was giving buffs to the unconscious Sword Douluo and two healing spirit masters.

In addition to them, there were several middle-aged men in luxurious clothing sitting in their seats and watching quietly. They were powerful princes and nobles of the empire. Just now, when Xue Beng was hit, it was Prince Xuexing who asked Jian Douluo to go and stop it. Unexpectedly, he got a pleasant surprise.

Jian Douluo was seriously injured and on the verge of death, which was tantamount to cutting off Xue Qinghe's arm. Unfortunately, after Xue Qinghe cut off his arm, he hugged a thicker thigh. Several nobles exchanged glances without any expression...

(End of this chapter)