Bliss God of War

245、The real raging palm

Luo Mingjia deliberately dragged his voice for a long time, not expressing his request, and his beautiful eyes flicked around Di Qinglin's.

"Hmph, what a cunning young master of the demon clan." Di Qinglin sneered in his heart. Di Qinglin was well aware of Luo Mingjia's tricks. That's why Jing Ling's news was deliberately delayed, in order to wear out Di Qinglin's patience, making Di Qinglin impetuous until it affected his heart. When people are in a hurry, it is easy to make mistakes, at least the probability of making mistakes will be greatly increased.

It's just that Di Qinglin's determination is as firm as gold and stone, such a little difficulty still can't stop Di Qinglin.

"Unless what?" Di Qinglin asked calmly.

"Hee hee." Luo Mingjia blinked again, and said, "Unless you kneel on the ground and call me grandma three times, I will tell you the exact whereabouts of her."

"Since you don't want to say it yourself, then I'll beat you until you say it yourself." Di Qinglin shouted violently, no longer entangled with this cunning young master of the demon clan, but rushed over directly.

"Hee hee, I can't hold my breath so soon!" Luo Mingjia's face was filled with the joy of a successful trick.

"Then I want to see what you are capable of. Get ready!" Luo Mingjia deliberately reminded Di Qinglin before making a move, "You have to pay attention, my raging palm is not something that those small characters can do. Comparable!"

It was also an uplifting palm, but after Luo Mingjia's white and tender little hand slapped it, it was like a stormy sea, with overwhelming power, like a storm of true energy in front of Di Qinglin.

Di Qinglin shrugged his left shoulder and said, "It just so happens that there is something wrong with the acupoint on my left shoulder, so let me use your palm of the hand!"

"boom!!"

Pulling Mountain Rage's palm hit Di Qinglin's left shoulder solidly. Di Qinglin stepped back half a step, but his face had an extremely comfortable expression.

"Well, it's really extraordinary, so comfortable!" Di Qinglin stretched his shoulders and said, "I don't know if there are any more?!"

Seeing Di Qinglinchao making funny faces, Luo Mingjia immediately became furious, sneered a few times, and then returned to that playful look, "Since you like being beaten so much, I'll let you get beaten one by one!!"

Luo Mingjia flew up, leaped into the air, and swung a pair of small hands out again and again, the speed was dizzyingly fast, every time he swung out, he would send out a wrathful palm.

Luo Mingjia didn't stop until he gasped slightly.

But at this time, below Luo Mingjia, there has long been a mess. Every palm of anger is like a meteorite falling from the sky. For a while, sand and stones are flying, dust is flying, and finally the entire Baijing City is covered by a huge group A sandstorm enveloped it.

All the demon cultivators ran around in fear of being too late, for fear that Luo Mingjia would accidentally hurt themselves.

Looking at the tumbling air waves under your feet, the sand and dust in it are flying around, and the sky is dark.

Luo Mingjia let out a hard breath, and said, "Let you challenge me again, now you know how good I am!! Hee hee, Junior Sister Linger, is your fiancé nothing more than that?!"

"Ah!!" Di Qinglin's lazy voice came from below, "It's so comfortable! The young master really has a good technique, and he opened up all the stagnant acupuncture points in my lower body at once. Thank you so much!"