C1432 I'm afraid you won't get a chance to see my ability
1I'm afraid you won't get a chance to see my ability
"Child, I didn't expect you to have some ability, it seems that This Master has underestimated you!"
Zhu Tian looked at the unharmed Wu Hao, a cold glint flashed past his eyes once again.
Following the end of his words, Lin Qingyu's warning rang beside his ears one after another.
"Wu Hao be careful, this old fellow is probably going to go all out!"
Hearing that, Wu Hao's expression did not change.
However, he looked at Zhu Tian, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"You haven't really seen my true capabilities yet! "However, I'm afraid you won't have the chance to do so …"
With a thought, a pair of translucent wings appeared on his back. It was the The Lost Wings of the Feathered Race.
With its support and his current cultivation level, he was not inferior to his opponent in terms of speed.
Staring at the transparent wings on his back, Zhu Tian's pupils shrank quickly.
"This... What is this? High-grade divine artifacts? Wrong... A saint artifact? This... "This is impossible! It can't be a saint artifact!"
The moment the Lost Wings appeared, Zhu Tian was shocked in his heart.
Very quickly, greed flashed in his eyes.
Regardless of whether it was a high-grade divine artifact or a saint artifact, as long as he killed this boy, the treasure would be his.
Thinking of this, his face darkened and a cruel look flashed across it.
"Hmph, how arrogant!"
With a thought, the Flame God Xuan Yue that was stuck in the middle of the frozen lake rolled back in the blink of an eye, quickly sweeping its gaze towards Wu Hao.
Sensing that a crisis was approaching, Wu Hao flapped his wings, his entire person dodging the attack in the blink of an eye, avoiding the fatal strike.
But then, Zhu Tian already had the intention to kill.
In an instant.
The Flame God Xuan Yue once again transformed into a phoenix and launched wave after wave of attacks at Wu Hao.
However, Wu Hao's entire person turned into a strand of black smoke, and with the support of the The Lost Wings of the Feathered Race, his body became extremely strange and unpredictable.
Even Zhu Tian, whose cultivation was at the fifth level of the Martial God Realm, could not accurately capture his movement trajectory.
This scene, in the eyes of the native cultivators of Archaeopterygium, caused a huge shock to their minds.
"The Saint Child is actually this strong? No wonder the ancestor chose him as the Saint Child of our Archaeopterygium!"
They couldn't help but exclaim in their hearts.
Just as Wu Hao and the Flame God Xuan Yue were entangled with each other passionately.
In the valley cellar of the Northern Wasteland, tens of thousands of miles away.
God operator's face suddenly became unfriendly, he stared at Zhu Min and said: "I have done what I needed to do, shouldn't the Mysterious Fruit of the Ninth Heaven give it to me now?"
"I'm very sorry, but before Sky Master kills Wu Hao, I cannot give you the Mysterious Fruit of the Ninth Heaven!"
However, Zhu Min went back on his word and did not immediately give the Mysterious Fruit of the Ninth Heaven to him.
The moment the words left his mouth, the God Operator's face immediately became gloomy.
"What? Are you planning on cheating?" This old man has warned you, for me to reach this point today, what have I not experienced before? It's best if you don't play those little tricks with me! " God operator threatened him.
"I did not say that I would not give it to you. I merely told you to wait …"
"Wait? This old man has already calculated Wu Hao's location for you, will you give this old man what you want? "
God Operator suddenly revealed his killing intent.
When Zhu Min saw the change in his expression, a hint of fear instantly flashed across his face.
However, he quickly gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "I won't owe you anything. Where did all that nonsense come from?"
"You …" The God Operator was so angry that his beard was trembling.
Just as the atmosphere became extremely awkward, a chuckle came from outside the cellar.
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