Chapter 548 What Is the Real Spell!

"Before speaking, let me introduce myself."

The white-haired old man cleared his throat and said proudly, "This old man is from the Barbarian Holy Temple, and he is also an elder of the Barbarian Holy Temple."

In the Xuantian Continent, the Barbarian Temple is the most powerful force in addition to the Sanctuary. There are not only a few 9th-level practitioners, but also 10th-level powerhouses.

If it were someone else, when they heard about the Holy Temple of the Barbarian Region, they would definitely be in awe.

But Su Chen scoffed, as long as there was no holy order, he would never even think of threatening him.

"Or talk about your chance?"

Su Chen pouted and said casually.

Seeing that Su Chen was not shocked, the white-haired old man thought that Su Chen was ignorant and had not heard of the reputation of the Wild Temple.

Then, he said solemnly: "This old man can accept you as a closed disciple!"

Accepting apprentices is actually just a guise, his main purpose is the [smart chariot] and the secret method of Su Chen's flying.

When he thought about it, as long as he accepted Su Chen as his disciple, wouldn't these things be his sooner or later?

Su Chen shook his head and said disdainfully, "You take yourself too seriously, just because you want to accept me as a disciple? Do you have the qualifications?"

Hearing this, the white-haired old man's face suddenly turned gloomy and cold.

As an elder of the Barbarian Sacred Temple, how noble is his status, when has he been looked down upon like this?

"Boy, it's your great honor to be my apprentice, don't be shameless!"

The white-haired old man squinted, his eyes gleaming coldly.

Su Chen's arrogance has already made him murderous. If Su Chen didn't know each other, he would kill Su Chen.

"There is one thing I want to remind you, what you did today, not only will you die, but you will even bring disaster to the Barbarian Temple!" Su Chen rubbed his nose and said lightly.

"You want to kill me? Do you want to deal with the Holy Temple of the Wild Territory?"

The white-haired old man froze for a moment, then laughed wildly, "Boy, do you have a brain problem?"

In his eyes, Su Chen is only a 7th-level cultivator. Even if it is a little weird, how can he still be his opponent?

Therefore, Su Chen's words were completely regarded as an idiot by him.

Su Chen snorted coldly, stopped talking nonsense with him, jumped up, and killed the old man who broke out.

"court death!"

The white-haired old man was furious.

Su Chen dared to take the initiative to take the initiative, that is, he did not take him seriously, this kind of behavior is tantamount to death!

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and shot a wind blade, vowing to kill Su Chen with one blow.

In the face of the huge wind blade that came flying, Su Chen did not dodge or evade, the golden light flashed on his palm, and he grabbed it straight forward.

"What does he want to do?"

The white-haired old man had deep doubts in his heart.

The wind blade he released was a level 8 spell, so how dare Su Chen catch it with his bare hands? Is it really boring?

But at this moment, Su Chen had already grabbed the wind blade and tried to pull it outward.

Boom.

The huge wind blade was torn apart and collapsed.

"This...."

Witnessing this scene, the corners of the white-haired old man's mouth quivered, and a storm surged in his heart.

When did level 8 spells become so fragile?

How strong is the physical body of this young man in front of him?

"Level 8 wind blade, but that's it."

Su Chen smiled contemptuously, then turned cold, and said sharply: "Let you see what the real magic is!"

When the words fell, he held a knife in both hands and slashed at the white-haired old man.

Boom...click....

Accompanied by a thunderous roar, a blue torrent containing terrifying thunder and lightning fluctuations was seen swept forward.

(End of this chapter)