Sorry, I Am Invincible

"Noisy, don't you see your own strength? Or do you think you can deal with me only by the number of advantages?"

Luo Chen leaned on the back of his chair and spoke leisurely, not caring about the Golden Core cultivators around him.

After all, it is impossible for them to cross that gap.

"Hmph... Don't worry, if there are seven of us today, we can take care of you."

A monk snorted coldly, pointed his sword at Luo Chen, and said bitterly.

"Yes! Don't be self-righteous, we want to clean up you, isn't it just a matter of grabbing?"

"Are you ready to die? Dare to come to Zhao Mansion to be arrogant?"

"Today I will let you know that being too arrogant will not do you any good!"

The rest of the people rushed to agree, and they couldn't wait to take Luo Chen's move immediately.

"Everyone, please calm down, I think this matter..."

Patriarch Zhao frowned slightly. He felt that Luo Chen's strength would definitely not be as simple as it seemed on the surface, but before he could finish his words, one of the cultivators made a bold move and swung his sword straight to the face. Luo Chen stabbed.

Ding…

Luo Chen raised the folding fan in his hand and knocked it on the man's sword, and then he staggered and rushed out.

Huh... the old man behind Luo Chen also took action. He was furious when he was slapped with a palm just now, with spiritual energy wrapped around his arm, and he swung straight towards Luo Chen.

However, Luo Chen didn't turn his head back. He just lowered slightly and hid in the past. The old man's hand wiped Luo Chen's head and went past.

"Don't bother, I'll catch it for you again, it's not very good."

Luo Chen sneered and spoke slowly.

"Go together! Hack him to death!"

I don't know who roared, and in an instant, the seven cultivators waved the spirit swords in their hands, or hacked or stabbed them straight to Luo Chen.

Luo Chen still sat on the chair steadily, holding the folding fan in his hand, the expression on his face did not change, as always, calm.

Ding Ding Ding Ding...

A crisp sound continued to be heard, Luo Chen waved the folding fan in his hand unhurriedly, and every blow could just block the sword in the hands of those people, preventing them from attacking him.

After the first round of attacks, Luo Chen was unscathed, but several of those people who were led by Luo Chen fell to the ground unsteadily.

"Come again! Let's join together this time! I don't believe he can block so many swords together!"

"die!"

I saw the few people shouting in a low voice, forming a circle, and the long sword in their hands pierced towards Luo Chen.

Snapped…

Luo Chen snapped his fingers, and an aura mask appeared on his body.

Puff puff puff...

The sound of the long sword piercing the spiritual energy continued, but they only pierced the spiritual energy cover out one by one. Luo Chen inside was still sitting on the chair indifferently, without any expressions.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Gongzi panicked.

"Uncles, this person must never be left, I hope you will do your best to kill this child!"

Hearing Zhao Gongzi's words, those people agreed, and the third round of attacks came straight to Luo Chen.

Luo Chen smiled slightly, still motionless, the old **** was sitting in the chair, looking at the few people with a light smile on his face.

The spiritual hood was still unbroken, and the sword in their hand was pierced without any effect.

"I said, you can't be my opponent, why don't you listen to it?"

Luo Chen shook his head slightly and spoke slowly.

"Impossible! Everyone releases aura and tidy up this arrogant kid!"

boom!

The seven spirit energy surged instantly, trying their best to break through the spirit energy cover and stab Luo Chen.

But the effect is very small. This is the result of Luo Chen not continuing to strengthen the spiritual qi cover. If Luo Chen keeps strengthening it, I am afraid they will not even be able to pierce the depression.

"One by one, don't listen to advice."

Luo Chen was also annoyed, stood up, snapped his fingers, and the spiritual qi cover disappeared instantly.

Everyone was overjoyed, thinking that this might be an opportunity, but in a blink of an eye their faces were filled with astonishment, because Luo Chen disappeared before their eyes.

Bang bang bang...

Then there was a continuous hitting sound, they felt a slight pain in the back of their neck, their hands couldn't use force, the long sword fell to the ground clanging, and the legs were slightly soft.

In the shocked gaze of Patriarch Zhao, Luo Chen quickly solved the crowd, then flashed back to the chair and sat down.

"How could he...how could he be so fast?"

"What's going on? Why can't I use my strength anymore?"

"Not only I can't use my strength, even the aura is running sluggishly."

"He is too strong."

A few people were talking babbledly, their faces full of disbelief, and they wanted to keep doing it, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't make any effort.

"Don't struggle, it's useless."

Luo Chen smiled slightly and spoke.

Family Master Zhao was surprised, but still didn't move, he still had to digest the scene.

"This…"

Seeing the people who continued to struggle, Luo Chen shook his head helplessly, and then suddenly released the pressure.

Plop, plop...

The seven monks who were unsteady on their feet knelt to the ground instantly, unable to move, then there was Young Master Zhao, and then the servants a little further away.

At this moment, they all knelt on the ground in cold sweat, and they couldn't breathe under the terrifying coercion. At this time, they had just realized the terrible Luo Chen.

Of course, except for Zhao Gongzi, he still has no face after experiencing it a few times. He only thinks that he does not believe in his strength, and he does not realize that it is Luo Chen's horror.

Patter...

The teacup in Patriarch Zhao's hand fell to the ground, shocked.

Because at this time, apart from him, only Luo Chen and the man in black did not kneel to the ground.

This is just the result that Luo Chen didn't deliberately target it, otherwise only relying on the strength of Patriarch Zhao, there must be him kneeling on the ground, after all, the front line is much worse.

"How is it? Patriarch Zhao, can we talk about it now?"

Luo Chen opened the folding fan, slowly fanning the wind, slowly speaking.

"Yes, you can..."

Patriarch Zhao nodded rather sluggishly, and didn't have any thoughts to resist.

Those seven monks are more than enough to beat him up. Now that he is ruled, he is obedient, and if he does it himself, isn't it just killing him? If the Zhao family can stand in Tengu City for many years, the Zhao family master is not a fool.

"That's good, now are you willing to believe what he said?"

Luo Chen raised his finger to the man in black and asked aloud.

"Well, after all, you can't believe it just by relying on your one-sided words."

Patriarch Zhao looked at Luo Chen with a look of embarrassment.

"Or... Or you let my son go first and confronted him."

Luo Chen nodded, and then released Young Master Zhao.

"father!"

Zhao Gongzi ran to Patriarch Zhao crying, his nose and tears a lot.