Chapter 1819： Broken arm

In mid-air, the endless array of lines is drawn into a world of shocking gods.

This left everyone stunned, even the three Taishan Beidou were moved.

In the first place, it was quite good. Even transcendent forces like Xu Mishan can't be ignored. Secondly, this is the waste rock they originated from.

A waste rock that contains such a magical array naturally shocked everyone.

"Impossible! Obviously there is only one formation, how could another come out?"

The lord of the Wen family shouted, his face covered with disbelief.

This strange stone's hands and feet are what he moved, naturally it is certain that there is only one formation. But now, there is a shocking array of gods. How can he accept it?

Not only him, but everyone who thought it was a waste rock could not accept it.

"The facts are in front of you, not to mention you, even the true immortal, you cannot deny it."

Ling Xian glanced at the person, letting him fall silent, and letting everyone silent.

He was right, the facts were before him, and no one could deny it!

Therefore, everyone felt that their faces were burning, and anxious to find a place to drill into it.

Even the heads of the four great families are somewhat ashamed.

Only the three Taishan Beidous were not ashamed, but they were somewhat surprised.

Although they saw the treasures contained in the stone, they did not expect that it was such a powerful array of gods.

"Damn, you've moved your hands and feet!"

"It's you who's tampering."

Ling Xian said lightly, "If you still have a face, don't stop yelling and catching thieves."

Hearing that the master's lungs were exploding, but there was nothing to say.

Anyone with a good eye can see that this stone has been tampered with, otherwise, how can it be possible to have a law circle inside?

At this moment, when Ling Xian said something like this, everyone immediately understood, and looked at the Master of the Wen Family with a bit of contempt.

"Now, tell me, is this a waste rock or a gem?"

Ling Xian's eyes were deep, looking at Wen Longhai.

"you!"

Wen Longhai gritted his teeth as if he had been slapped hard and humiliated to the extreme.

But he had nothing to say.

The same goes for everyone.

Although this Divine Array cannot be transferred, as long as the Kistler is knocked out, a terrifying power will erupt immediately. Even if it does not threaten the power of the Eighth Realm, it will be enough to kill the strong in the Seventh Realm.

And how can a thing that can kill the seventh strongman not be a treasure? Even in the eyes of the Eighth Realm, this is a treasure.

"Not talking is the default."

Ling Xian glanced gently at Wen Longhai and said, "Tell me again, is my face sweeping, or is your face missing?"

Hearing that Wen Longhai was even more humiliated, he could not wait for Ling Xian to be utterly insulted.

However, he still has nothing to say.

He vowed to say that it was a waste stone, but the fact is that it contains a world of shocking gods, which not only lost his face, but also the Wen family's face.

"I said that you would smash your feet and humiliate yourself."

Ling Xian spoke indifferently, making Wen Longhai tremble with anger, and the whole person was going crazy.

The same is true of the writer's master.

He stared at Lingxian desperately, in addition to resentment, it was killing.

"Don't look at me like that."

Ling Xian's expression cooled down and she said, "You lost this gamble."

"you!"

The lord of the Wen family was furious and Yin Yin said: "Boy, don't be too crazy, this is not good for you."

"Are you threatening me?"

Ling Xian smiled and said, "I don't want to talk nonsense with you, let me decide."

As he said, he turned his eyes to Wen Longhai and said, "There's still you, break your arm."

Hearing that both of them were angry, especially the master of the Wen family, even more angry.

"Why do you want to settle accounts?"

Ling Xian's smile gradually converged, and she said, "The breach of contract in the eyes of all people, you have lost all of Wen's face."

"Damn!"

The lord of the Wen family gritted his teeth and wished to smash Ling Xian to death, especially after feeling the disdainful eyes of all the people, and he was almost mad.

At this moment, he regretted that he regretted Lingxian.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

He can only be caught in a dilemma.

"I have no time to waste with you, so make a decision quickly."

Ling Xian's expression was indifferent, and she said, "Is it a face or a life?"

Hearing that, the master of the Wen family clenched his hands and remained silent.

It is too difficult to choose. If he breaks the contract, it will be difficult to raise his head. But if the bet is fulfilled, what is lost is life.

"I ... I'm terrible."

The lord of the literary man uttered a difficult sentence, and then it seemed as if he had been evacuated from his whole body strength and looked so embarrassed.

"It is really shameful that the lord of the dignified writers broke the contract."

"He's lost all of Wen's face."

"It is sad and regrettable that if the ancestor of the Wen family knew it, it would be annoying to die again."

Everyone began to speak, except for disdain in words, but disdain.

Although changing them, most of them will also choose to die, but this does not prevent them from despising the master of Wenjia. "You guys, um ..."

The lord of the Wen family spewed a blood spurt, anger was surging, and the intention of killing was boiling.

"Why, maybe you do it, don't we disdain?"

One sneered, and said, "Well, what!"

Hearing that the master of the Wen family was so angry that he vomited blood again, and pointed at everyone, but couldn't say a word.

"Sure enough I chose my life ..."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "Just, can you escape?"

"What do you mean ?!" The lord of the Wen family stared at Ling Xian.

"Nothing, I just want to tell you that the Wen family will change to another patriarch."

Ling Xian smiled and said, "You have lost the face of the Wen family. Do you think that the Wen family will let you continue to be the patriarch?"

After hearing the words, the master of the Wen family suddenly changed color, and then the eyes light dimmed.

Ling Xian is right. The Wen family will never tolerate him as the patriarch. Even if several senior elders are willing, most of the Wen family will not agree.

In other words, although he saved his life, he lost his future and lost sight.

"Go live."

Ling Xian was too lazy to talk nonsense with this person and turned her eyes to Wen Longhai, saying, "What is your decision?"

"I…"

Wen Long Hai hesitated, dilemma.

"If you want to stay where you are, keep the promise."

Ling Xian said lightly, saying: "The Wen Family will not tolerate a patriarch who has lost all face, let alone a strong-faced heir."

"You ... you're right, I chose a broken arm." Wen Longhai gritted his teeth fiercely.

Compared with the strongest heir to the throne, what is one arm worth?

"The right decision." Ling Xian smiled.

Hearing that Wen Longhai gritted his teeth fiercely, and he wanted to sever his left arm.

However, it was stopped by Ling Xian.

His smile turned cold, and he said, "Self-decision, it doesn't count."

After speaking, he pointed out, and severely cut off Wen Longhai's right arm.

Blood splattered, screaming rushing to the sky, Wen Longhai covered the wound, her sore face was distorted, and cold sweat flowed.

"Remember today's lesson and come and mess with me again. It's not as simple as an arm."

Ling Xian opened her mouth indifferently, making the scene so silent that the needle could be heard.