Facing the fierce whip that was greeting his face like a poisonous snake spitting his core.

Wang Hao's strength gene point flashed slightly, he grabbed the whip and then pulled it back.

The figure of the man in the dust was about to fall off the galloping demon king. Wang Hao let go of his hand and waited for the man to fall to the ground with a bad face.

But in the end, no one fell down from the demon king's back, and the group left dust all over the sky and entered the city.

"Strange, why didn't that person fall down?" Wang Hao was puzzled.

Xiaohua jumped from his left shoulder to his right shoulder and said lazily:

"That was a young man about the same age as you. When he was about to fall down, the martial god beside him grabbed him."

"That's how it is."

Wang Hao sighed:

"As long as the battlefield of all races, the hidden dragons are crouching on the battlefield, and you can see the God of War in any place."

He swipes his card to pay a certain fee and enters the city.

The city lord's mansion, the city lord Xia Tian, ​​had an anxious face:

"The four ancient martial arts cities are coming to provoke again, what should I do?"

Suddenly, an old servant in gray walked into the door and said respectfully:

"Master, after receiving a report from the city gate guard, the prince of the Wang family in Tiannan Continent has arrived in the city."

Xia Tian waved his hand irritably.

"You can arrange it yourself."

The old servant in gray saluted respectfully and retreated.

"Wait, are you talking about Wang Hao from the Wang family coming?"

"yes."

"Go and invite him quickly and say you have something important to discuss."

Summer looks happy.

"There is no way out! I heard that Wang Hao has never suffered a defeat in the same level as Tiannan Continent. I think he has two tricks, hoping to defeat those from the four ancient martial arts cities."

In the afternoon, in a quiet courtyard in the city lord's mansion.

"Master Xia, you asked me to defeat the people from the four ancient martial arts cities, why?"

Wang Hao was a little confused. He was unwilling to be used as a gun.

"My friend, it is not my own idea to defeat them, but the idea of ​​everyone in our city!"

Wang Hao was even more confused.

Xia Tian sighed and continued:

"My friend, you just came to the First Heaven of the Ten Thousand Races battlefield. I don't know some things. Let me tell you."

"First of all, although our human race is generally united on the battlefield of all races, there are still some differences in the subtleties."

"In general, it is divided into two branches, namely: ancient martial artists and pure genetic martial artists."

"Ancient martial arts gene warrior? Pure genetic warrior?" Wang Hao frowned.

"Simply put, a group of people with ancient martial arts inheritance practiced genetic martial arts and were called ancient martial arts gene warriors, while those of us who do not have ancient martial arts inheritance are called pure genetic warriors."

"In the third heaven of the battlefield of the Ten Thousand Races, our human race has opened up a total of 61 cities to fight against the Ten Thousand Races."

"There are thirty-one cities among the ancient martial artists, and our purely genetic martial artists have one less than them, and only thirty cities."

Speaking of this, Xia Tian seemed to have become a teenager in an instant, listless.

Wang Hao's heart moved and asked:

"Which one is more important?"

Xia Tian shook his head and said:

"It would be no good for you to know it, and you will know when you arrive at the Santian."

"Back to the main topic, in the past two years, the Ancient Martial Arts Mansion of the First Heaven will occasionally defeat our first heaven's Gene Mansion on the excuse of his peers' discussions, and then spread the news to the second heaven to attack the Gene Mansion of the Second Heaven."

"I am ashamed of the Gene Mansion of the Second Heaven. The Gene Mansion of the Second Heaven is obviously stronger than the Ancient Martial Mansion of the Second Heaven, but it was ridiculed because the Gene Mansion of the First Heaven is too weak..."

"Then why does the Gene Mansion of the Second Heaven, without learning the Ancient Martial Arts Mansion of the First Heaven, directly block the Ancient Martial Arts Mansion of the Second Heaven?"

"Alas~ The Gene Mansion of the Second Heaven is stronger than the Ancient Martial Mansion of the Second Heaven, but it is limited in strength. It cannot form a crush like the Ancient Martial Mansion of the First Heaven."

Summer is sad.

Wang Hao walked up and patted his shoulder, and said firmly:

"I, Wang Hao, take this job! I will beat them to the point of urinating later, and let the seniors of the Second Heaven exclaim their anger."

Seeing that he underestimated his enemy so much, Xia Tian had a look of worry in his eyes and reminded him:

"My friend, they are very strong, you have to be careful!"

...

In the competition venue of the first Huangfu of Gene.

A man was staring at a group of people, and suddenly Wang Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he noticed a group of young leaders opposite him carrying a whip on his back.

No matter how you look at this whip, it looks like the one hitting him in the face at the city gate.

Wang Hao took a step forward, pointed at the gorgeously dressed young man and said:

"You, you, come out to fight."

Zhou Qing walked to the competition field with an ugly expression. Isn’t the person in front of him the one who almost pulled him off?

I didn't expect to meet so soon. It's okay. I was unable to perform ancient martial arts just now. Now let this kid taste the hardships of ancient martial arts!

A small pavilion is located at the back of the competition venue, where two people are tasting tea.

"Brother Zhou Yuan, you run to our small temple every day, so you won't be afraid that all races will suddenly launch a tide of beasts and capture the four ancient martial arts palaces!"

"There are other martial gods in the city to take care of them, and it's okay."

"Now our human race is weak in the battlefield of all races, so we should let the younger generations often discuss and communicate and become stronger. Only in this way can our human race go further and remain in the same position as the status of all races."

Xia Tian couldn't argue with Zhou Yuan and drank tea silently.

Under the competition, a group of young people from the four ancient martial arts cities were talking about it.

"Does this kid have a bad look? He insists on choosing the strongest Zhou Yuan among us!"

"Look at that boy's aura is a little bit floating. Have you been promoted to Wuzong recently? How dare he challenge Zhou Qing! Zhou Qing is a senior Wuzong!"

"Swish, don't look at it anymore, this kid will definitely lose."

Zhou Qing moved his muscles and bones, making a huge "click" sound, and then he pounced on Wang Hao like a tiger out of the cage.

While taking the dragon-swimming step, Wang Hao wanted to avoid Zhou Qing's fierce attack, and put down his mental cone in some places.

Zhou Qing smiled contemptuously and shouted:

"Take a fuck!"

He rushed to Wang Hao at an extremely fast speed, and accurately dodged the spiritual cones along the way as if they were predicting the uncertainty.

"So fast!" Wang Hao's face was solemn.

"Bang!" In a hurry, he used Baguazhang from his previous life to respond to the enemy.

As soon as he touched Zhou Qing's tiger palm, a ruthless force hit his palm hard, and then his arm was paralyzed as if it was struck by lightning!

Wang Hao was shocked and forced to press the idea of ​​using teleportation power to escape from Zhou Qing's attack range.

Teleportation ability is his trump card for escaping and cannot be used easily in front of everyone.

"boom!"

Wang Hao suddenly appeared a small hill, pressing towards Zhou Qing. Zhou Qing was like a flexible cunning rabbit, jumping out of the horizontal pressure range.

Taking advantage of this time, Wang Hao quickly retreated and set a distance with Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing jumped repeatedly and rushed to Wang Hao in a few steps. He smashed the spiritual shield that Wang Hao stacked in front of him. Wang Hao appeared on the hill, and Zhou Qing retreated.

"I want to see how many times your mental power can be realized!"

Zhou Qing caught up with Wang Hao again and forced him to appear again in a mountain.

Wang Hao was angry. Why did this person look like a dog skin plaster?
Chapter completed!