Chapter 180 The Real Master

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"If you have the vision, I was indeed rescued by Patriarch Wuji, and I have been waiting for my true master to appear!"

"The real master?"

"Ah, there are 27 more! I'm running, I'm running!" Wen Wen deliberately didn't answer Su Mian's words, and after a thunderstorm fell, the last layer of white light completely disappeared.

Wen Wen was ready to fight, holding a white fan high with one hand, his long black hair fluttering in the wind. He knows that without the absorption of spiritual power, the next thing is the real catastrophe!

Su Mian has never seen such a serious prose, and it really feels a bit immortal!

Before Su Mian could take a closer look, a thunderstorm resounded through the sky, and the momentum was many times stronger than those just now. Even Su Mian put away her curiosity.

When he looked again, the white fan in Wenwen's hand was only a pair of fan bones, and the long hair that was dancing in the wind a moment ago was scorched.

Without the support of spiritual power, Wenwen was almost struck by a thunderbolt just now!

In a previous life, Su Mian had a cellmate who loved to read novels, and he would tell them at night. When the immortals suffered calamities, the treasures were thrown out one by one.

Seeing Wen Wen standing in the same place for a long time without moving, he wouldn't just use that broken fan, Su Mian was in a hurry and couldn't help, "What treasures do you have, hurry up and throw them out!"

Wen Wen, who escaped another Tianlei, twitched the corner of his eyes, "You really think I'm a human being of yours, our family doesn't use such filthy methods, we want face, we have to rely on strength!"

Before he finished speaking, a thunderstorm fell again, and Wen Wen hurriedly threw out his fan, and then he avoided it.

Wen Wen looked up at the top of his head again, the black clouds were getting thicker and thicker, and his face was mourning. He won't fail again this time!

Throwing magic weapons, he thought too! But he didn't!

The last time he threw away all the treasures, only this broken fan was left. If the Patriarch hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid there wouldn't be even this fan left.

"Then what are you going to do now, a few more thunders, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on anymore!" Su Mian raised her eyes and looked at the dark and rolling clouds in the sky. Wasn't it her illusion? thick!

After Su Mian finished speaking, Wen Wen suffered a serious blow. His proud fluttering hair was burned to the ground in an instant, and now he is a bald head.

Su Mian couldn't help laughing, and the bald Wenwen looked even cuter!

"You, you're still laughing!" Wen Wen became angry, "I've never seen such an inhuman master like you!" As soon as he finished speaking, he covered his head and avoided two more thunders.

Wenwen counted silently in his heart, this time, 70 thunderbolts have passed, and he has no intention of stopping. Last time he experienced 71 thunderbolts, only the last one.

Looking at the clouds above, it is absolutely impossible to have two more, that is, there will be 81 thunders this time!

Forcing to hide the ecstasy in his heart, Wen Wen quickly glanced at Su Mian who was walking around in the distance. He didn't expect her blood to be so pure!

The owner last time was a Taoist cultivator, and Wenwen had only experienced 72 heavenly thunders. I didn't expect Su Mian to have more potential than that Taoist cultivator!

Wenwen was crying and howling. The clothes on his body were burnt to pieces, the sleeves on both sides were burned off, and a large section of the front of the robe was burned, just enough to cover the vital parts.

Wen Wen's movement speed was obviously slow, and another thunder slammed down, and a black smoke instantly erupted from his concentrated arm.

Seeing that Wen Wen was injured, Su Mian didn't dare to go over, so she shouted, "Wen Wen, how are you, how many more!"

"This is already the 79th thunder, and there should be two more!"