Luo Chen suddenly stretched out a hand from his back.
One hand grasped the neck of the headmaster of the Wanbing Dao Sect with lightning speed and precision.
This hand came so unexpectedly that people couldn't believe it.
Then Luo Chen stretched out another hand from the other side.
"Where did the hand come from?"
Surprise rang out.
But there was still a pair of hands reaching out.
Two hands and two slaps fell at the same time.
One is attacking the headmaster of the Wanbing Dao Sect, and the other is fighting the headmaster of the Medicine Academy.
When the Taihuang Sutra was around, Luo Chen practiced almost all the time.
Even though the Taihuang Sutra was stripped away, Luo Chen was already used to the feeling of cultivation.
So Luo Chen is also using almost all his time to practice.
And this is the three heads and six arms that Luo Chen developed after he came into contact with Nezha.
Although it is impossible to cultivate three heads, six arms have been cultivated.
Six hands!
Almost half of it exploded and hit the faces of the headmaster of Wanbing Dao Sect and the headmaster of Medicine Academy.
"Does this feel familiar?"
"If you're not familiar with it, I'll help you recall it!" Luo Chen suddenly raised his arm again and slapped him.
Bones and flesh exploded, the headmaster of the Medicine Academy was dying, and the headmaster of the Wanbing Taoist Sect's skin was torn, and his bones were broken and his tendons were torn apart!
But at this time, an entire piece of ancient history had been suppressed.
Luo Chen raised his other two arms and gave them a strong push.
"No one can resist an entire ancient history!"
"Luo Wuji, stop thinking so wildly!" Wu Daozi was extremely confident, showing a ruthless look!
"The whole ancient history just wants to suppress me, Luo Wuji?"
"You're probably dreaming!"
Chapter completed!