Long Aotian suddenly opened his eyes angrily, and with a burst of anger, confidence, and his unyielding spirit, he struck down with a palm!

boom!

Long Aotian almost screamed!

This hoe is much harder than I thought!

It seems like one of my fingers is broken!

But Long Aotian held back. He slowly pulled out his hand from the bent hoe, holding the trembling hand, the bloody hand...

He said with difficulty, "Look... did you see it? Bent... bent... you hoe..."

"Oops! This is a hoe made of fine steel and cold iron. You can even bend it? Or are you using a fleshy palm!?"

Long Aotian looked at him in shock and grief.

Why are you using fine steel and cold iron to make a hoe!?

Use this material to make a hoe!?

You are really cultivating underground blood!

I said it was so tough!

Long Aotian couldn't breathe for a long time, so he held his breath, as if he would die of pain if he took out this breath.

Hua Xuening was so anxious, "Master, it's really broken. Is he really the son of destiny?"

Lu Chengwen smiled bitterly, "Of course."

"Okay!" Chen Ergou gave a thumbs up, "You are just one step away from being recognized as the Son of Destiny!"

"A true son of destiny, in addition to being different from ordinary people in attack and defense, must also have very powerful abilities in that area!"
Chapter completed!