He asked with a smile like the spring breeze and a little warmth.
It's just that his eyes are like cold pools of autumn water, filled with ice ripples.
The old man banged his crutch on the ground, indicating that he was angry now. A young boy actually challenged him?
Is there any mistake?
"Otherwise, old man, I will make you disappear from this world."
Qianmo Qingcheng was thinking about this sentence, her face was still cold and indifferent, and her eyes were cold.
He held Xue Ling'er's hand, and his eyes looked at the old man, looking down on the world.
The old man thought that Qianmo Qingcheng was scared out of his wits, so he smiled indifferently and said magnanimously: "Go back to where you came from..."
With a sound of ‘bang——’, Qianmo Qingcheng unceremoniously brushed away one sleeve of her robe.
Targeting to the left, a burst of purple spiritual energy poured out instantly, carrying a billowing murderous aura, blowing towards a spiritual flower grassland on the left.
When he first entered Tianya Line, he observed the surrounding environment. It was like a paradise. Every grass or flower on the ground was the best and rare spiritual flower in the world.
It can be used to make elixirs and medicines.
It can also heal some injuries.
But these are not jade-blood jade flowers. In his eyes, except for jade-blood jade flowers, no matter how precious the spirit grass or spirit flower is, they are all waste products.
Now that the old man has angered him, there is no need for him to be polite. There is a planting field of spiritual herbs and elixirs every five meters within the horizon.
The entire Tianya Line is equivalent to the size of a medium-sized city.
Anyway, these elixirs and herbs are of no use to him, so he might as well destroy them.
Five meters apart, if he wanted to destroy it, within a quarter of an hour, he would guarantee that there would not be a single elixir or magic herb within the entire horizon.
"Hey, what do you want to do?"
The old man was obviously stunned for a moment.
The boy in front of him dared to destroy his spiritual flowers and herbs.
Every spiritual flower and spiritual grass here has been of the highest quality for more than a hundred years. If you take any one of it into the world, it will be a marketable and priceless treasure. But now it has been ruined so much by this kid in front of you?
Xue Ling'er obviously didn't expect that Qianmo Qingcheng would dare to destroy those spiritual flowers and spiritual grasses.
She knows better than anyone else that these spiritual flowers and herbs are her grandfather's lifeblood, and they are very precious.
That, although not as precious as hers.
But it is also very precious to grandpa.
Now ruined by her lovely daddy, she stood, motionless, silent, not expressing any opinions.
Just pretend you can't see it.
Qianmo Qingcheng slowly let go of Xue Ling'er's little hand, smiled evilly, and the flowers immediately lost their color, "If you don't want these flowers and plants to be destroyed, please ask senior to drive me out."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qianmo Qingcheng pretended not to see the flowers and plants, and tapped his fingertips, and a pit appeared in a flower planting field on the right with a little force from him.
Xue Ling'er almost suppressed her laughter, hahaha, it's so fun, grandpa must be in pain to death now.
Well, her father is so powerful and courageous that he even dared to destroy her grandfather's baby. Wow, wow, now there is something good to see.
"My ice jade purple grass..."
The old man screamed in great pain. That piece of land was planted with ice jade purple grass that was over three hundred years old. He took care of it for a long time to support it.
Now everything has been ruined by this kid...
The old man's face had darkened, and his expression was like the coldest air-conditioning on the ice field. He looked at Qianmo Qingcheng angrily, "Boy, how dare you destroy my spiritual grass and spiritual flower."
While speaking, the old man waved his furious palm at Qianmo Qingcheng.
White aura, filled with overwhelming anger, spread across the air.
Qianmo Qingcheng curled her lips and smiled. The old god glanced at him, raised the wind in his palm, and moved towards the old man's palm without moving.