As soon as Leng Shaofan finished speaking, the old man in sackcloth who was driving the car snorted coldly, and four fierce-looking deep-sea dragons took the brunt and rushed toward Xiao Chen.
In the fairy ring, Naojiao urged, and the little yellow hair that had been practicing hard in the ring for more than a year flew out with a cheerful chirp.
The golden light was dazzling, and the little yellow-haired man spread his wings and glared at the four deep-sea dragons majestically, making the four deep-sea dragons tremble in fear.
In terms of bloodline, the deep sea dragon is not a pure true dragon bloodline. Only by cultivating to the extreme and successfully overcoming the tribulation can the dragon be transformed into a dragon.
But Xiao Huangmao is indeed a genuine mythical beast, the blood dragon, which is on the same level as the real dragon. After seeing the four deep sea dragons, they instinctively felt a little fear.
Leng Shaofan's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "It's actually a young golden crow. When you grow up, go and control Xiao Chen. Then subdue this golden crow and serve it as the guardian beast of my East China Sea Dragon Palace."
The old man in sackcloth took the order and left, stood up and jumped, then slapped Xiao Chen with his palm.
This palm is nothing special, it just mobilizes the huge power of heaven and earth to overwhelm people with force, which is to rely on cultivation to defeat Xiao Chen.
With the sea water under his feet, Xiao Chen's entire body sank a thousand meters under the pressure of this palm.
Xiao Chen was shocked in his heart. He had already expected that the strength of the quasi-emperor in the Dzogchen realm would be very terrifying. When he actually faced it, he found that it was far beyond his expectations.
With his current strength, he is two realms away from his opponent, so he is no match for him at all. He can only use the Poseidon Crown.
With a thought in his mind, the Sea Emperor's crown flew out from the Qiankun Ring and was firmly placed on Xiao Chen's head.
In an instant, thousands of thoughts poured out of his heart, all of which were Poseidon's various emotions. Xiao Chen was not surprised and stabilized his mind, and all the negative emotions disappeared.
On the sea surface, the old man in sackcloth, who suppressed Xiao Chen with one palm, laughed ferociously, and was about to strike hard with a palm, directly injuring Xiao Chen hard. He was surprised to find that Xiao Chen, who had been forced back by his momentum, suddenly flew up.
Together with the sea water under his feet, it rose up, which in turn suppressed his momentum.
When the old man in sackcloth saw the crown on Xiao Chen's head, a greedy look immediately flashed in his eyes: "You think you can compete with me by wearing the crown. King Qinglong, you are too naive. In the face of absolute strength, everything is false."
Xiao Chen said lightly: "This sentence is correct, but you are not qualified enough to say it. Let me let you experience the mystery of the Sea Emperor's Crown, the realm of water."
A huge shadow appeared from behind Xiao Chen. It was the Supreme Sea Emperor who ruled the entire ocean world thousands of years ago and could compete with the Qing Emperor.
A blue halo of light emerged from the shadow of the Sea King, and the sky-blue water domain enveloped a hundred miles in radius.
In the air, there is a blue light curtain, like water, like substance, filling every place in the space. The old man in sackcloth suddenly felt something was wrong. Whether it was speed or the power of heaven and earth that could be mobilized, he felt that he had dropped a lot in a circle of ubiquitous light curtains that looked like a substance.
After experimenting with it for a while, he felt a little relieved. His strength only dropped by 20%, and he was still able to maintain a stable level when used against Xiao Chen.
He then sneered and said: "After all, you are only in the realm of Xiaocheng Quasi-Emperor. Even if my strength drops by 20% in this realm of water, you still have no chance of hurting me."
"Idiot, when did I target you!"
Too lazy to pay attention to this old man, Xiao Chen, who was wearing the Sea Emperor's crown, was like a fish in the water realm, and his speed was much faster than usual. He disappeared in front of the old man in a flash.
The old man in sackcloth was shocked and quickly understood. He looked in the direction of Leng Shaofan and his party, and saw Leng Shaofan and three old men walking with difficulty on the sea surface, trying to escape from the water realm.
Compared with the old man in sackcloth, the strength of these people has dropped even more horribly, dropping by a full 40%.
Leng Shaofan, who had the lowest cultivation level, was even more miserable. His strength was suppressed by 60%, and he could only display the strength of a top-grade martial saint.
With such strength, wouldn't it be like a child in front of Xiao Chen? Xiao Chen flew over and lifted Leng Shaofan up in a blink of an eye.
"Little Lord!"
The other three old men rushed towards Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen didn't even look. He held Leng Shaofan with one hand and knocked the three old men away with one palm.
In panic, Leng Shaofan wanted to activate a pendant on his chest, which contained a life-saving method left to him by his father. As long as he activated it, Emperor Wu could not help him.
But how could Xiao Chen give him a chance? He clenched the five fingers of his right hand and punched him hard on the head, interrupting his movements.
This punch hit Su Chang so hard that after Xiao Chen returned to Haotian Sect during the King Ceremony, Leng Shaofan began to plot against him.
He had been holding his breath in his heart for a long time, but now that he had the chance, he would not be able to make things easier for him. After a few punches, he was beaten into a pig's head, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was completely unrecognizable.
"Now do you know who didn't give whom a chance to regret?" Xiao Chen asked Leng Shaofan calmly.
Leng Shaofan's face was in great pain, and his heart was even more aggrieved. He didn't expect that after wearing the Sea Emperor's crown, even the old man in sackcloth, who was two realms higher than Xiao Chen, would be unable to do anything to him.
He gritted his teeth and said: "You are cruel, but after what happened today, there is no chance for you and me in the East China Sea Dragon Palace to reconcile. I, Leng Shaofan, and you are inseparable..."
boom!
Xiao Chen didn't like people with harsh words. With this punch, he knocked out several broken teeth of Leng Shaofan. He spat it out mixed with a mouthful of blood, knocking the second half of his words back into his stomach.
There was a sound of wind, but it was the old man in sackcloth who rushed over in anger.
Xiao Chen smiled slightly, dodged slightly, and stayed away from him, instead of fighting with him head-on.
Even with the realm of water, he is no match for this old man.
But as the speed waxed and waned, Xiao Chen could easily deal with this old man. With his eyes spitting fire, he kept running after Xiao Chen. Every time Xiao Chen dodged, he was in front of this old man. He punched Leng Shaofan hard in the face.
The old man in sackcloth was angry and gritted his teeth, but he couldn't catch up with Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen had an excellent sense of proportion and knew that Leng Shaofan could not be killed, otherwise the master of the East China Sea Dragon God Palace would be destroyed even if he resisted the pressure of the Thunder King.
But this breath could not be swallowed like this. Xiao Chen only used ordinary strength to punch Leng Shaofan in the face.
Leng Shaofan kept scolding, but Xiao Chen didn't get angry and punched him after every curse.
Just when the mana in the sea of consciousness was about to be exhausted, he punched him away and sent him towards the old man in sackcloth.
He spun in the air and landed on the dragon chariot abandoned by Leng Shaofan. In the field, the four deep sea dragons had already been taken care of by Xiao Huangmao.
Xiao Chen sat on the dragon chariot and felt extremely comfortable. With a wave of his hand, Xiao Huangmao immediately flew over with four deep sea dragons.
The reins were swung, and the four deep-sea dragons were caught. The small yellow-haired wings spread out, and four flames were shot at the dragons. The deep-sea dragons were in pain, and they pulled the chariot and galloped quickly.
"Brother Shaofan, it's a long way for Xiao to go to Tianxing Island, so I'd like to lend you a dragon carriage." Xiao Chen's clear laughter came from the distance.
The old man in sackcloth was checking Leng Shaofan's injuries and had no time to take care of Xiao Chen. He could only let Xiao Chen drive Leng Shaofan's beloved dragon chariot.
"Young Master, are you okay?"
Looking at Leng Shaofan who was beaten into a pig's head and almost unrecognizable, the old man in sackcloth asked cautiously.
Leng Shaofan was not seriously injured, but his head was hit too many times, and he was still a little dizzy, and he was so dizzy that he couldn't find his way around.
After a while, after recovering, he looked around and said incoherently: "Where is my dragon chariot?"
The old man in sackcloth considered it carefully and told the truth: "It was snatched away by Xiao Chen. He said he could borrow it."
After hearing this, Leng Shaofan couldn't help but tremble with anger and trembled all over.
This profession has suffered a huge setback. A Dacheng quasi-emperor died, the dragon chariot was lost, and what was even more unacceptable was that Xiao Chen actually slapped him in the face with half a stick of incense.
But there is no chance to regret in the world. No matter how you regret it, it's too late. Xiao Chen has already driven away in a dragon chariot.