Leisurely cultivating life

"I do not believe!"

Luo Chen's face was a little annoyed. It was a shame and a shame that the son of a dignified prince was compared to a little baby boy.

He looked coldly at the running little milk baby, and quietly took out a lightning-wrapped divine arrow, put it on the bow, and directly drew the bow to its full capacity.

"Shh~! Whoosh!~~!"

The thunder arrow pierced the sky at an indescribable speed, and directly locked on to the little milk baby.

"Thunder Arrow?!" A strong man exclaimed.

The Thunder Arrow is a secret treasure unique to Luohou's territory, and its greatest role is to kill all monks in the Naling Realm.

This is a very precious secret treasure, no matter how many people ask for it, there is no place to ask for it.

Unexpectedly, in order to deal with a little milk baby in a deserted village, this son of Luohou would be willing to use this treasure. It's really...

"Grandpa, they are too much!"

The little girl on the white cloud puffed up a small face and said angrily, she is really cute.

"This... is not very good!"

The old man seemed to be helplessly entangled by the little girl, "helpless" said, wanting to persuade.

"It's just that children are ignorant and fooling around. It's nothing!" The big man behind Luo Chen spoke. This is a terrifying and powerful man under Luo Hou's seat, surrounded by thunder snakes, just like the ancient thunder god alive.

As for everyone present, they all watched the situation coldly without saying a word, and did not react.

All watched with cold eyes, waiting for the result.

"Okay, since the child is messing around, let's watch from the sidelines and not join in." The old man on the white cloud nodded and said no more.

"Chi~~!!"

Under the gaze of everyone, the Thunderbolt arrow quickly approached the running little milk baby.

Then, when he was still three feet away from the little milk baby, he suddenly stopped in the air, and a powerful force sealed the void.

"Space-like 'spirits'!"

Many strong men looked at this scene, their complexions suddenly turned red, and then they could no longer hide their greed.

"Is it just a space-type 'spirit'?"

On the white cloud, the old man suddenly felt a palpitation for no reason, and then moved the white cloud back quietly.

"The spirit of space, definitely the spirit of space?!" A strong man looked at Shicun greedily.

In the Great Wilderness, there are tens of thousands of "spirits", and all things in the world can become "spirits".

As long as you are worshiped by living beings, you have a certain chance to become a 'spirit'.

So, in fact, 'spirit' is also a way of practice.

Perhaps a small grass experienced various chances and coincidences, was worshiped by living beings, and transformed into a "spirit" out of impossibility.

Becoming a 'spirit' is full of uncertainty, chance, and irreproducibility.

The spirit of space, on the other hand, takes the space of a region as its main body, and is worshiped by living beings by coincidence.

As the spirit of space grows stronger, the void it can cover becomes wider and wider.

In the wilderness, there is an incomparably powerful Fang Kingdom, and the entire country is shrouded in the spirit of space that it worships.

From then on, this country will have no worries, unless the spirit of space dies.

Therefore, the spirit of space is also one of the most powerful 'spirits'.

Every major force hopes to find the spirit of space, but since Fang Fangguo, the spirit of space has never been revealed in the wilderness.

Unexpectedly, in a small deserted village, he ran into a suspected space spirit.

Even though it was just a suspicion, it was enough to make all the powerhouses present jealous and hot.

Even if it wasn't the spirit of space, the corpse of the pure-blooded beast in Shicun still made many experts envious.

……

Naturally, such a big movement has alarmed the people of Shicun.

Not to mention the little milkman running and yelling all the way.

"what happened?"

"What happened to Xiaoliu?"

"Huh? Why are there so many people outside?"

The people of Shicun looked at the strong men outside with a little surprise on their faces.

After all, some people from Shicun may have lived in Shicun all their lives without ever going outside.

So many people, some of them may still be meeting for the first time.

"Xiao Liu, what are you holding in your hand, show grandpa!"

The patriarch Xiang Rui looked at the two fine iron arrows in the little Naiwa's hand, his expression suddenly grim.

"Ah, patriarch grandpa, someone shot me!" the little milk baby held a fine iron arrow in her snow-white hand, her eyes were clear, and her voice was clear and clear, she said earnestly, causing the scene to be completely silent.

"What? Who is it, who is able to deal with a three-year-old child?"

"Xiao Liu is so cute, how can you shoot him with an iron arrow."

The Shicun people, who were originally curious about the many people outside, suddenly changed their expressions when they heard Xiaoliu's words.

One by one, they stared fiercely at everyone outside.

There are strong people who look a little unnatural. These are somewhat shameful. Bullying a little milk baby is likely to become a stain that cannot be washed away in a lifetime.

"Who shot the little stream!"

A little boy with red lips and white teeth came out, and he said calmly to everyone outside.

"Yewazi, how are you doing?"

Luo Chen took a step forward, then his arms trembled, and he jumped tens of meters away. With the power of wind and thunder in his fists, he charged towards Shaoyu.