Old man Jin muttered to himself.

"What a ridiculous thing this is! Your cultivation is equivalent to a part of your body. Since you don't listen to your own orders, you have to do it."

Old Man Jin turned around and looked at Old Man Lei and the others, and was also shocked a lot, so he had to shake his head helplessly.

"Brother Jin! You said Brother Wuchen, are you attacking us?"

"Old Lei! We have never hurt Brother Wuchen, probably not. This may be the leaked soul pressure."

"It's so strong to reveal the power of soul."

"Well! There seems to be a kind of pressure, but I don't know what kind of pressure it is. Since it can make others' cultivation that has been practiced for many years uncontrollable, no matter how they urge, they will be out of control. This is the most terrifying thing."

And Talong in the secret room was involuntarily affected and began to stutter.

"Brother, what's going on?"

"I don't know, I'm also affected. Maybe Wang Wuchen is really angry."

When Talong heard that his elder brother was also affected, he quickly turned around and saw that Long Tian was sweating coldly and his face was very pale.

Tens of thousands of people who had been deprived of their cultivation outside were directly suppressed and wanted to get up unyieldingly. They insisted until their legs fell to the ground. They suddenly found that the pressure had disappeared and became relaxed. Someone shouted.

"Kneel down! The pressure disappeared."

Suddenly! As the pressure continued to increase, more and more people chose to kneel down.

There are also some stubborn people who would rather lie down than kneel down when they are mentally changing. The pressure begins to destroy your spirit and urge you to have a strong desire to survive. It will not disappear until you silently kneel down in your heart.

As the pressure and energy pressure on the soul became stronger and stronger, these people whose cultivation was deprived had no choice but to kneel down one after another.

In the end, only the Taoist Qiankun, Wang Hongcheng and Ye Xingchen were left to support him. After all, one was the master, the other was the Lord, and the other was the elder of the Ye family. However, under the strong pressure, he had to choose to kneel down to alleviate the destruction and pain caused by the pressure.

When the Taoist Qiankun, Wang Hongcheng, Ye Xingchen and others knelt down, they suddenly found that the pressure had disappeared.

A strange scene appeared, and tens of thousands of people found that they could not get up at all, as strange as if they were tied to the ground.

Long Tian, ​​Talong, the eight young talents, old man Jin and some onlookers, as the pressure disappeared, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but they were already shocked, awe, and respectful to Wang Wuchen, a seven-year-old child.

At this time, Wang Wuchen's hundreds of right hands were still extending, growing bigger and deriving. At this moment, Wang Wuchen suddenly roared.

"Cake it for me."

Wang Wuchen began to quickly recycle his hundreds of right hands at a speed that was too lightning to cover his ears. In a time when he could not breathe, hundreds of right hands each grabbed a person and threw him towards Yu Cheng's position.

At this time! Wang Wuchen's right hand also returned to normal and came to Yu Cheng.

"Yu Cheng, what's going on? Do you still need me, Wang Wuchen, to show any strength?"

Yu Cheng's eyes were both frightened and said tremblingly: "Are you human or you?"

Wang Wuchen was helpless and directly interrupted Yu Cheng: "Don't say so much nonsense, let my sister-in-law go."

"Yes! Yes! Yes".

Yu Cheng dared not be negligent, so he directly released Wang Ziying and kept apologizing: "I am a young man who is ungrateful and deserves death."

Wang Ziying came to Wang Wuchen: "Xiaochen, are you okay?"

"I'm fine! My sister-in-law, has this kid bullied you? If he dares to bully you, I promise to beat him until his parents don't know him."

Wang Ziying laughed when she heard Wang Wuchen's words: "Xiaochen, I'm sorry! I can't help but laugh."

Wang Wuchen looked confused, as if I was wrong?

Wang Ziying laughed again: "Xiaochen, you are not wrong. I heard that what Yu Cheng calls you, and see how old you are, and you still call someone else's boy."

When everyone heard Wang Wuchen's words, they actually wanted to laugh, but they didn't dare to laugh, for fear that if someone laughed badly, they would lose their lives. This is a little devil-like existence!

Talong in the secret room asked Long Tian: "Brother! Why is Wang Wuchen so powerful? From here to the border of the Nanxuan Realm, it is at least hundreds of thousands of miles. I heard that Zhongzhou is on the other side of the Nanxuan Realm, and Wuxin Island is in the corner of Zhongzhou. Many people have never been to Wuxin Island. This calculation can be at least millions of miles."

Long Tian smiled slightly: "Talong, how powerful Wang Wuchen is, I don't know. I only know that when Wang Wuchen first entered Tianlong Inn, I still had the possibility of killing him with one blow. When he finished drinking, I was not sure.

Now, in my heart, I am not only awe, but also shocked and admired, and I can’t feel a little rebellious.”

Talong nodded: "I couldn't help but feel admiration and awe."

The conversation between Long Tian and Ta Long was captured by Qicai and Qicai.

"Qiancai, you just sense which guy in the secret room and make sacrifices to the little master to strengthen it again."

"Yeah! Leader! At that time, only one guy in the secret room could give the little master a blow and make a decision to be on the safe side."

"Yeah, you did a good job in Qicai! Now another person has appeared, who can exert all his strength.

However, the current little master, the people here, have passed the double pressure of soul and energy, and I believe no one dares to rebel."

Qicai showed a look of doubt, her little eyes blinked: "Chief, I always feel a little familiar with that little dagger and the boots in the secret room."

"That's something the old master has used before, with a hint of breath of the old master, and of course he will feel familiar."

Qicai dressed up with a big mouth, with the expression that turned out to be like this: "I have to be bound by the rules, so how can I hurt the little master himself?"

The colorful leader gently tapped the colorful little head: "Because the spirit of the weapon is covered with dust, the spirit of the weapon will awaken naturally unless they meet their favorite master.

That slight breath has not evolved into colorful energy, no memory, and they are smart and wise.

Qicai said 'Oh': "Then should we take over the weapons that the old master had used before and give them to the little master."

"No! That's just a weapon the old master used when he was a child. The old master must have prepared more powerful weapons for the little master. Don't worry about these."
Chapter completed!