His True Colors Chapter 2327

 Suddenly, Fu Mei was furious in her heart and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

        In her eyes, tears of resignation were yet desperately swirling.

        Such a comical and complicated scene could happen to herself.

        And at that moment, above the mid-air.

        Ao Shi was even more furious and red in the face, being tossed around like this by Han Qianqian and losing face.

        But it wasn't that he hadn't thought of struggling or resisting. He had tried to stabilise his body and try to re-stabilise the situation, but every time he steadied himself, he would immediately be pulled away by Han Qianqian.

        This boy was like a bull, so strong that he doubted his own life.

        After living most of his life, Ao Shi experienced for the first time what it meant to be powerless. He was thrown back and forth a few times, his head was dizzy and his stomach was churning, but he had no fucking way to resist.

        "Ao Shi must be full of question marks right now." Seeing this, the old man sweeping the floor could not help but laugh leisurely.

        "Compared to energy he thinks that Han Sanchi is no match for him, compared to pure power, as a True God, he is the strongest body in this world, no matter which aspect he is, he completely suppresses Han Sanchi, but unexpectedly, he is full of confidence but has turned into this situation, strange is inevitable, annoyed, is also inevitable." The Eight Desolate Heavenly Books nodded softly and said.

        "So ah, that guy's disciple said well, the naked eye can be deceiving, only the heavenly eye, can see things clearly in essence. In terms of energy, Han Qianqian has the Heart of the Dragon Clan as his base camp, and the source of the Heart of the Dragon Clan comes from you, in terms of energy reserves alone, in this world, not to mention him, Ao Shi, even I, an old man who has lived for an unknown number of years, admit to myself that I am inferior, ah." The old man sweeping the ground smiled bitterly helplessly.

        "And in terms of energy purity, although Ao Shi has cultivated the power of a true god and is overbearing, is Han Qianqian weak? That boy has the Golden God purification, and the divine blood that his family's old man gave him to mend his creation, plus the blood of the demon dragon, the three in one, Han Qianqian although he has not cultivated to the realm of the True God, but ......"

        "But it is just like a true god." The Eight Desolate Heavenly Books said leisurely, then, he gently sipped his tea and continued to add: "To say that body, Han Qianqian that boy's body need not be said, with that guy's golden body, plus the body of a loose immortal that you shaped with heavenly lightning, can be said to be unprecedented and unprecedented. Perhaps, for others, the most likely scenario is that their bodies will be destroyed while their spirit remains, but for Han Qianqian, this is absolutely impossible. I'm afraid that in his lifetime, he will only have his original spirit destroyed, but his physical body will still be there."

        "Hahahahaha!" Old Man Sweeper Lang laughed loudly as the chess piece in his hand landed on the board, "Yes, if that guy's flesh body isn't perverted, how would it be preserved for Han Qianqian to inherit?"

        The Eight Desolate Heavenly Books nodded and agreed, "The most important thing is that today's Han Qianqian has not only inherited this indestructible golden body, but more importantly, has the body of a loose immortal that belongs to his own body, the two are connected, which is already outrageously strong, and now, this kid has even perfected his concept, the so-called same enemy, eight true bodies, any fatal damage will be instantly transformed into eight in one, respectively Any fatal damage will be distributed to the eight true bodies. One fatal blow? I'm afraid it doesn't exist anymore."

        "Han Qianqian's current, to use a phrase, is that his seemingly ordinary body is as hard as a Tan ox, even if you and I want to toss him, I'm afraid it will take quite a bit of effort."

        The sweeping old man smiled, "That is indeed true in theory, but whether or not it can be brought into play to such an extent depends on the creation of this kid. In fact, I really want to kill Su Yingxia."

        Hearing these words, the Eight Desolate Heavenly Books froze.

        The earth-sweeping old man smiled in relief, "Han Qianqian has managed to hold on until now, and as we said earlier, Su Yingxia is the most important thing. This kid has a deep love for Su Yingxia, so even when he is on the verge of death, he can always rely on this belief as support. In some ways, this is a good thing, but it's also a bad thing that prevents him from going to the next level."

        If you want to soar to the heavens, sometimes you should not think too much about it, it can be the driving force that keeps you going, but it can also be the stone that holds you back, there are always two sides to the story.

        The Eight Desolate Heavenly Books frowned slightly: "What you said is not something I don't understand, but if you kill Su Yingxia, what would Han Qianqian's reaction be, have you considered it?"

        Speaking of this, the sweeping old man also let out a long sigh, "This, in fact, is precisely the reason why there has been so much hesitation. This kid can listen to reason, he can understand right and wrong, and he is also quite tolerant, but the only thing that is unique about Su Yingxia ......"

        "Hey ...... that is the dragon's scales. Once I kill Su Yingxia, I believe that even if I take this world and exchange it with him, he may not agree. The two times he met me, he had very beautiful girls with him, old man I've lived for so many years, and it's really a rare kind ...... pity." When he thought of Qin Shuang and Lu Ruoxin, the old man sweeping the ground was a slight sigh.

        Those two women, even as old as he was, had to admit that they were extremely good. Unfortunately, Han Qianqian had not moved his heart in the slightest.

        "In his heart, he only has Su Yingxia. Do you really want to kill Su Yingxia?" The Eight Desolate Heavenly Books frowned and waited with some concern for his answer.