Chapter 811

In this way, he made a bet with Li Ruoyu. Chen Fan took a deep breath and stretched out a palm. The spirit power in the elixir field was running very quickly, and he had an action at the first time!

At this moment, people under the stage looked very seriously, with sneers in their mouths, waiting for Chen fan to make a fool of himself.

Naturally, chen fan knew what other people thought. He sipped his lips and slowly emerged a silk thread in his palm. Yes, it was silk thread!

The silk thread is so thin that you can't even see it if you don't look at it carefully.

But it contains too much power.

For example, if Chen fan is also the top cultivation of marquis Wu at the moment, he uses spiritual silk thread to fight against Li Ruoyu's column of spiritual power.

In the case of no one to guard against, chen fan must have nothing to do, and Li Ruoyu... Will surely die!

This is the ability to control the spirit power like a demon.

In the battle, who can resist the attack of silk thread?

Let's not talk about the power. The consumption of spiritual power is very small. The combat endurance can reach an amazing and terrifying situation!

After that, Li lingran almost stood in the eyes of the whole stupidity.

His lips were trembling. He didn't know how to speak.

Such a reaction fell into the eyes of the friars below, and it was automatically brought into Chen Fan's mind that Chen fan had not successfully completed, and Li Ruoyu was shocked by anger.

After all, they were too far away and Chen Fan's Lingli silk thread was too thin, so they didn't see the situation clearly.

Now it is only based on Li Ruoyu's reaction to make a judgment.

"Hum! I really have some means. It's nothing. I haven't even seen the psychic light ball, so I should go forward and lose face? "

"Alas... When will our friars come out? I'm afraid we would have been cheated by him if we hadn't had a good eye!"

"Chen fan, if you don't roll down, I'll dig a hole and bury myself. I don't have the face to stay here!"

But Chen Fan didn't care at all. Instead, he looked at Li Ruoyu with a smile.

See each other's eyes show bitter meaning, toward the bottom of the monk drink a voice: "give me to stop!"

This statement immediately attracted the attention of all people.

"Let's have a good look. What's in Chen Fan's hands?"

Along with Li Ruoyu's words, others dare not ask for more. They turn their spiritual power to their eyes and look at Chen Fan's palm.

"My God! What's that? It's Lingli silk thread. It's impossible! "

"Even elder Li can only be transformed into a light column of spiritual power. Chen fan can be transformed into a spiritual silk thread. This is the compression of spiritual power from her mother's birth?"

"No, even though he began to compress spiritual power from his mother's womb, how old is Chen fan this year? He is less than 20 years old! As elder Li said before, he turned Lingli into a beam of light, but it took him fifty years

Just for a moment, the scene of the original crazy ridicule of Chen fan people will fall into incomparable shock.

I'm afraid you can swallow an egg with your mouth open.

Chen fan is less than 20 years old and can compress spiritual power into silk thread. What does this mean?

If you want to kill a person, you can't see it!

At this moment, everyone believed that Chen Fan's killing of marquis Wu with the spirit of the seventh heaven was not a fluke, not a practice of some evil method.

That's his real strength!

And in the face of such people, before their crazy ridicule, now it seems that it is simply self humiliating!

After all, who has seen ants laugh at elephants?