Xiao Naihe didn't speak again, even Nalan Wudi in front of him was looking at Xiao Naihe quietly.
The two of them didn't look like life-and-death rivals, but rather like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.
At the same time, Nalan Rong was sitting on the side, quietly pouring tea for these two people.
Although his father is not as good as ninth-level masters like Fire King and Night King, in the eighth-level realm, he is definitely the top level in the God Realm. Even figures like Chaotian Great Sage are slightly inferior. .
On the other hand, although Xiao Naihe is at the level of the Creator, he is still a Third-cultivation Holy Son, and his strength has always been a mystery. Even Nalan Rong doesn't know what level Xiao Naihe's real strength has reached.
These two people sat motionless, as firm as a mountain, as if the world had collapsed and remained unchanged. Even Nalan Rong cannot grasp one or two of such characters.
Especially Xiao Naihe. She and Xiao Naihe are both at the level of the Creator. However, in front of Xiao Naihe, Nalan Rong always feels that the powerful pressure this man brings to her is no less powerful than the powerful pressure his father brings to him. pressure.
"Xiao Shengzi, please have tea."
Nalan Rong's voice trembled slightly. It had only been a few months since her fight with Xiao Naihe. Xiao Naihe's strength had become stronger and stronger, making Nalan Rong increasingly confused.
Xiao Naihe was sitting here, and even Nalan Rong felt that he did not dare to take a big breath. During the call, he even changed Xiao Naihe's real name to Xiao Shengzi.
"Mr. Nalan has tea."
Xiao Naihe did not speak to Nalan Rong, but gently pushed the teacup in front of him.
"good!"
Nalan Wudi didn't talk nonsense. He gently stretched out his hand. His appearance and movements were very ordinary, without any weirdness. However, when Nalan Wudi stretched out his hand to the teacup, it suddenly seemed to become extremely mysterious.
He grabbed it with one hand and was about to drink up the tea cup on the table.
A small teacup was not as heavy as a small stone, but Nalan Rong burst out with an extremely terrifying power, which could almost crush the strength of a ten thousand-foot-high mountain.
boom!
But even Nalan Wudi's powerful power was not able to absorb the teacup in front of him. The teacup seemed to be sucked by gravity and did not move at all. Not even Nalan Wudi could shake it.
"Come again."
A glimmer of light flashed in Nalan Wudi's eyes, and the momentum changed in vain. From the momentum that could crush mountains, it suddenly turned into a force that could crush stars.
Even the chair he was sitting on was shattered at this time.
The teacup that Xiao Naihe was holding also trembled slightly because of Nalan Wudi's momentum. He sat back and the chair turned into powder at that time.
There was nothing wrong with the teacups of the two of them, but the stone chairs under them all shattered into pieces and turned into powder.
"I would like to toast Saint Xiao."
Nalan Wudi's voice was filled with an unquestionable tone, and he raised the tea cup in his hand high, as if the cup in his hand was not tea, but wine, and he drank it all as a token of respect.
"good!"
Xiao Naihe also swallowed the tea in his hand and gently placed it on the table.
At this time, the chair Xiao Naihe sat on had turned into its original form. The powder that was originally crushed into powder seemed to have a very mysterious divine power. After a slight flow, it turned into a chair again.
It's like nothing has changed from beginning to end.
Nalan Wudi also stepped on it, and all the powder turned into its original form, turning into a chair again.
The two looked indifferent, as if nothing had happened. The two of them were still the same as before, like two old friends who had not seen each other for many years. However, at this time, Nalan Rong's expression had changed slightly.
The magical powers displayed by Xiao Naihe and Nalan Wudi have already made her feel a little shocked: "Thousands of changes can come true. Not to mention my father, I didn't expect that even Xiao Naihe could actually use this method. If he hadn't experienced the eighth level peak, , It is absolutely impossible for Xiao Naihe to do this? "
Not only her, but even Nalan Wudi was slightly moved in his heart, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face: "When I was in the Nine Heavens Divine Realm, I heard Han Yinkuan say that the person who defeated him and Ronger was a cultivator. To the Third Cultivation Saint Son of the Creator. I have been practicing for thousands of years and have fought no less than a thousand times, large and small, but I have never competed with the Third Cultivation Saint Son. I wonder if Holy Son Xiao is willing to join hands with me? "
"It's what I asked for."
Xiao Naihe also laughed.
Ever since he competed with the peak powerhouse Buddha, Xiao Naihe also wanted to see how far the gap between himself and the eighth level peak had reached.
Nalan Wudi is obviously also a warlike person. As his name suggests, he is invincible in battle.
The two people had a mental connection, and as soon as their thoughts moved, they immediately turned into a rainbow light, breaking the void and stepping into a vacuum tunnel.
"please!"
"please!"
After the tunnel disappeared, what was originally in Xiao Naihe's yard transformed into a mysterious independent space.
In the mysterious space, a square cube seemed to wrap up the three of them in a huge space.
Nalan Rong stood in the distance without speaking, with a look of worry on his face.
"The divine soldiers descended from the sky and swept through thousands of armies!"
At this moment, Nalan Wudi's voice was like a heat wave. The moment it broke out, waves surged over, and Xiao Naihe was caught in it.
This heat wave faded slightly, revealing Nalan's invincible and fierce fist intention.
His fists have the potential to break the world and subdue all the gods under their fists.
"Humanity Fist Intent? In that case, I will respond with Humanity Fist Intent, the Human-Dragon Fist!"
All the acupuncture points in Xiao Naihe's body burst out one by one. At this time, all the power was integrated into his fist, and the true dragon essence and blood in his body also made a trembling sound.
His one thousand and eighteen acupoints are constantly making sounds. These sounds sound like the breath of a real dragon, and they can be heard throughout the nine days.
"Well come."
Nalan Wudi laughed loudly, his fist and Xiao Naihe's fist collided in the void, as if they were squeezed and crushed directly.
Then, the moment the two men's fists collided, there was a loud rumbling sound.
Bang!
Nalan Wudi pushed away slightly, and a hint of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes: "The meaning of this acupoint... Could it be that you, like the Buddha, have cultivated to one thousand and eighteen acupoints?"
The author's digression: Thanks to book friend Zhiyan for her support.