Fu Shiyi and others looked at Qin Rui flying with their swords and were shocked again.

Qin Rui stood above Xiao Chen's head, muttering something, pinching the seal with both hands, and suddenly formed long swords emitting spiritual power around him.

"You guys back!" Xiao Chen waved his hand, and then two pans appeared again in his hands.

"What is he trying to do?" After discovering Xiao Chen's actions, Fu Shiyi and others showed confusion on their faces.

"He just blocked the bullet with a frying pan. Does he still want to block the attack of the immortal master with a frying pan?" The young man in suit suddenly said, with doubt flashing across his face.

"No, the attack of the immortal master is not comparable to that of bullets. He actually wanted to use a pan to block it. Was he stupid?" said the bald young man in surprise.

"What are you guessing nonsense? Don't forget that he is also a cultivator. How can you guess the methods of cultivators be." At this moment, Feng Sheng suddenly said coldly. Xiao Chen was a cultivator after all, and he must have his deep meaning when he took out the pan at this time.

Hearing this, the other three were stunned for a moment, and then they thought it was right. Although Xiao Chen's actions were not as loud as Qin Rui, Xiao Chen was also a cultivator after all.

Qin Rui on the sword saw Xiao Chen take out the pan, a gloomy flashed across his face. He didn't feel any spiritual energy from the pan. In other words, the pan in Xiao Chen's hand was an ordinary pan. Xiao Chen actually used an ordinary pan to defend against it, and he didn't take him seriously.

"Zhuxian Sword Formation, Kill!" Qin Rui's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he shouted coldly, and the sword shadows around him stabbed Xiao Chen like rain.

Xiao Chen looked at the falling sword rain, raised the pan, and then danced with both hands. The pan suddenly looked like a magical artifact, blocking it, knocking all the falling sword shadows away, and suddenly filled Xiao Chen with long swords.

"This is OK!" Feng Sheng and the other two looked a little strange, because this scene happened not long ago, but they just fired bullets, but now they are shooting the long sword of the cultivator.

"How could this happen? It was obviously an ordinary pan, and I didn't feel any fluctuations in spiritual energy. How did he knock my flying sword out?" Qin Rui's face showed a hint of surprise. He couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Xiao Chen, is this in your hand the legendary artifact, the pan?" At this moment, Old Fan suddenly asked. The legendary artifact he mentioned was not a so-called magic weapon, but Xiao Chen has been playing some kind of game these days, it is the artifact in the game.

"Hehe, that's right. I used to like fighting with fists. Now I'm picking up a pan to fight, which is also a bit funny." Xiao Chen turned around and smiled.

"I have also come into contact with a lot these days. In addition to thermal weapons, my favorite is tiles. You can try fighting with tiles." Old Fan said seriously. He is a strong man in the habitat and receives information very quickly. In addition to thermal weapons being his favorite, tiles have also become his favorite.

"One hand bricks and the other hand pans are both offense and defense, interesting and interesting." Xiao Chen laughed, full of excitement in his laughter, as if he had thought of some kind of scene.

"Bastard!" Qin Rui's face looked very ugly. When he was fighting with him, Xiao Chen had time to chat with others, so he didn't take him seriously.
Chapter completed!