In order to give Su Xun enough ability to protect himself, she handed over her scepter to Su Xun.

Su Xun held the scepter in his hand, stared at the green dragon, and said, "Brother Ling, you dare to fight."

The Qinglong mouth said: "Why don't you dare?"

After saying this, Qinglong flicked its tail and blasted towards Su Xun.

Su Xun showed no sign of weakness and moved his stick towards the green dragon-headed stick.

Qinglong looked at the scepter, but he was also very smart. He knew that the scepter was a powerful magic weapon, so he did not choose to fight Su Xun in close combat, but kept sweeping Su Xun with his tail.

Flames continued to spit out from his mouth, and his dragon claws stabbed Su Xun from time to time.

Su Xun's heart trembled. If the Qinglong head came close, he could make the Qinglong skull bleed with one stroke of his stick.

But Qinglong is very cunning. He knows that the scepter in his hand is powerful, but he just won't fight with him head-on.

This time, Su Xun was a little passive. The green dragon's tail swept over him. He could only respond passively and was unable to fully exert the power of the scepter.

Naturally, Ling Baichuan would not give Su Xun the chance to use his scepter.

He kept pressing down on Su Xun, and once Su Xun got close to his big head, he would retreat again and again.

But once Su Xun pursued too deeply, his dragon tail would sweep over, and then his sharp claws would grab at Su Xun.

With this grab and sweep, Su Xun was unable to get close to the dragon head.

Brother Su, I won't let you hit me on the head with a cane. That faucet shook its big head and uttered human words.

Su Xun was so angry that his teeth itched and he said, "Ling Baichuan, if you have the ability to fight head-on, I'll beat you to the head with a cane and make your head bleed."

Long Yan glanced at the scepter slightly, and Qinglong continued: "I heard that a strong person named Grandma Yinhua has a scepter in her hand that is very similar to Brother Su's."

Grandma Yinhua activated the scepter, but it was very powerful.

Even the monks of the same level have suffered a lot of losses at her hands, and some even had their heads bruised and bloody by the scepter, Ling Baichuan said slowly.

Su Xun rolled his eyes and smiled calmly: "Brother Ling misunderstood. My scepter is an imitation magic weapon. It is naturally not as powerful as Grandma Yinhua's scepter."

Oh, that's strange. Ling Baichuan smiled calmly.
Chapter completed!