"Not good, I've been discovered."

Huang Hao's face changed continuously, and he hurriedly pulled Lan Yu to escape backwards.

Lan Yu's stomping movements were extremely slight. Even if Huang Hao was standing beside him, he would not notice that he had stomped his feet without paying attention. In addition, Tuoba Yang and the men in black robes were fighting lively, Lan Yu's stomping movements became even less obvious.

But even so, this person still noticed it. This keen insight would never have been possessed by a person with extremely strong strength. Of course, it is an exception to having the Eye of the Extreme Water. If Huang Hao drives the Eye of the Extreme Water with all his strength, his perception would be extremely terrifying. However, Huang Hao would not last long in such a state.

Therefore, the first thing Huang Hao thought of was to escape with Lan Yu. As for resistance, Huang Hao never thought about it.

However, just as Huang Hao pulled Lan Yu and ran two steps, a black shadow suddenly fell down. Before Huang Hao could react, he felt his whole body tightened, as if he was bound by something. When he looked up, he saw that he and Lan Yu were close together, and around them, a layer of black cloth curtain wrapped them tightly like a rice dumpling.

By the way, Huang Hao felt that he and Lan Yu were being brought up by a force. In the blink of an eye, the two of them fell heavily to the ground.

Such a blow is nothing to Huang Hao and Lan Yu. But at this moment, a bad feeling arose in their hearts. At this moment, they felt countless thoughts sweeping across their bodies. The feeling of being seen all over their bodies made Huang Hao extremely uncomfortable. Looking at Lan Yu again, she was also panicked and embarrassed at this moment, obviously she felt the same way.

For some reason, Huang Hao, who had already held Lan Yu's little hand, gently pinched it.

After being pinched by Huang Hao's small movement, Lan Yu's heart, which was still very panicked just now, calmed down suddenly. She raised her head with difficulty, looked at Huang Hao's face that was close to her, and smiled.

The next moment, the two of them felt relaxed all over. The black curtain that wrapped around their bodies quickly opened up, and the dazzling sunlight shone on their bodies again.

Huang Hao and Lan Yu looked around at the same time and immediately realized their situation. They were standing among the two groups of people at this moment, and everyone present looked at them.

"Haha, it turns out it's a team of wild mandarin ducks." A cold voice came, sounding a little harsh.

Huang Hao looked at them in search of the voice, but saw an old man with one-legged sneer looking at them. Beside the old man with one-legged sneer, a middle-aged man in black robe was also looking at them with a smile. In the middle-aged man's hand, a black curtain was shrinking rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it actually shrank into a headscarf, and was gently tied to his head by the middle-aged man.

Obviously, this turban is the black cloth curtain that they had covered before.

"Mei Yu, Huang Hao, why are you here?" Tuoba Yang's hoarse voice came.

"It's not just to see if you're dead." Huang Hao looked at Tuoba Yang angrily, smiling in his mouth: "But it seems that you're almost dead."

"Hahaha, good brother!" Tuoba Yang laughed, his eyes full of warmth. It's okay for Lan Yu. Huang Hao, who had just met him for a while, actually broke in for himself, which moved him a little.

As he laughed, Tuoba Yang had several wounds on his body again.

"Hmph, I'm still laughing until I die!" Song Zhe looked at Tuoba Yang with a cold face and murderous intent: "All of them are idiots, I'm still so happy to die."

After saying that, he turned to look at Huang Hao, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes: "I'll ask you, where is Yulong?"

"Dead!" Huang Hao grinned.

"Die?" Song Zhe's eyes became even more intense: "Who killed it!"

Huang Hao pointed at himself, and the smile on his face became brighter: "Of course I killed it!"

"Che"

After Huang Hao finished speaking, a lot of cold sneers suddenly came from the scene. It was obvious that they all thought Huang Hao was lying.

Song Zhe was also extremely angry: "Are you playing tricks on me? You are looking for death!"

"I really killed it." Huang Hao spread his hands and laughed: "Then Yulong is a fool, easy to kill!"

"Hahaha--"

Many people laughed out loud, and Huang Hao's words were the funnyest joke in the world. Jade Dragon is the strength of the Golden Pill stage, while Huang Hao is only in the middle stage of foundation building. With such a strength gap, even if Jade Dragon stretches out his head and lets Huang Hao kill, Huang Hao may not be able to kill him.

"Song Zhe, who is this kid?" the one-legged old man asked with a frown.

"Master, this kid is called Huang Hao. I heard Yulong talk about it. It seems to be the descendant of the Tianlong Temple." Song Zhe restrained the murderous aura on his face and said respectfully to the one-legged old man.

"What, is the successor of Tianlong Temple?" Hearing Song Zhe's words, the faces of the people in black robe changed, and there was a little hostility in their eyes when they looked at Huang Hao.

"Since it is the successor of Tianlong Temple, then kill it!" The one-legged old man looked fierce and waved to Song Zhe.

Song Zhe clasped his fists and said, "Yes, Master!" After the words came, Song Zhe walked towards Huang Hao.

Seeing this, Lan Yu wanted to squeeze into Huang Hao, but was pulled behind by Huang Hao. What's the point of hiding behind the woman in front of everyone?

"Song Zhe, try killing my brother!" Tuoba Yang roared in anger, but was suppressed by the other men in black robe. There was no other way except to make a sound of roars.

Song Zhe had already arrived in front of Huang Hao, with cruel and mocking expressions on his face: "You are going to die, do you regret it?"

"It's you who regret it!" Huang Hao looked at Song Zhe deeply and suddenly spoke. With his voice, a black mist suddenly burst out from his mouth, and he rushed towards Song Zhe overwhelmed.

At this moment, Huang Hao didn't have many trump cards to use, and Black Wind was one of them. After poisoning the Jade Dragon, Huang Hao had a rough understanding of the power of Black Wind. However, Black Wind also had one disadvantage, that is, if the other party is prepared, it would be difficult to hit. So Huang Hao still took the old method, which was to release it after Song Zhe approached.

At this moment, Song Zhe and Huang Hao were less than two meters apart, and Huang Hao released the "black wind" very suddenly, and it is very likely that he would hit Song Zhe.

As expected, "Black Wind" was spurted out by Huang Hao and immediately enveloped Song Zhe. Seeing "Black Wind" succeed, Huang Hao immediately pulled Lan Yu back a distance to avoid being accidentally injured.

"Huang Hao, is this your fearless trump card?" In the 'Black Wind', Song Zhe's voice came: "Now I believe that Yulong is really the idiot you killed."

"Yulong wants to kill me, so I can't let him kill him, so I can only kill him." Huang Hao nodded and said solemnly: "This sentence is the same for you."

"Do you think you can kill me?" Song Zhe sneered: "I'm not that idiot Yulong!"

As his words fell, a flame suddenly penetrated the "black wind".

"Not good!" Huang Hao's face turned pale: "The True Yuan Fire actually used the True Yuan Fire to refine the 'Black Wind'! No wonder you kept saying that Yulong was a fool, it seemed that way. If he also burned it with the True Yuan Fire, he would probably not die."

"Do you understand now?" Song Zhe's figure walked out of the black wind. Behind him, the originally rich black wind had been burned by the powerful True Yuan fire.

"Forget it, I can't kill you because my strength is too weak!" Huang Hao lowered his head and looked dejected: "Come and kill me. Take a gentle move, I'm afraid of pain!"

Song Zhe smiled loudly: "What a boy who doesn't accept his fate. If you could throw away the broken sword when you say this, I might be able to do it lighter!"

While speaking, Song Zhe leaned his fingers and a strong wind hit Huang Hao's wrist directly, causing Huang Hao's wrist to numb. With a "ding" sound, a broken sword fell from Huang Hao's cuffs and inserted it straight into the ground, without the hilt of the sword.

Huang Hao's face was ashamed and glared at Song Zhe fiercely. He didn't expect that Song Zhe would see through his backup plan.

"Boy, throw down the things from your other hand, I don't have to get close to you at all!" Song Zhe seemed very proud and pointed at Huang Hao's other hand and said.

A black dagger was thrown down, Huang Hao shook his hand and looked at Song Zhe coldly: "You won! There are indeed many smart people in the cultivation world."

"So, can you die?" Song Zhe smiled coldly, stretched out his palm and pinched Huang Hao's neck.

Huang Hao looked at the palm that was approaching quickly, and the corner of his mouth suddenly curled. He did not resist and allowed Song Zhe to grab his neck.

Song Zhe gently pinched, but did not break Huang Hao's neck. He couldn't help but exclaim: "Hey, what a hard neck. Boy, no wonder Hong Sheng couldn't kill you. It turns out that you are still a master of body refining!"

Suddenly, Song Zhe's face changed, and he retracted his palm as if he was electrocuted: "Boy, what did you do to me?"

"Haha, it's just a little bit of blood circulation. If you want to blame, you blame you for being too careless. You dare to touch me if you have any injuries on your palm." Huang Hao sneered, his eyes full of silence: "If you want to kill me, I won't let you have a good time!"

Hemolytic Sphere is a poison prepared by Huang Hao a long time ago. It will occur as soon as it comes into contact with blood. Although the power of Hemolytic Sphere is not very powerful, even in the foundation-building stage, it will still have a certain effect if Hemolytic Sphere is directly contacted with the blood of the cultivator. The strength of the cultivator will continue to be stronger, but the composition of the blood will not change. There is a wound on Song Zhe's palm, and the action of jamming Huang Hao's neck is equivalent to letting the blood directly contact Hemolytic Sphere. With the power of Hemolytic Sphere, it will directly begin to corrode Song Zhe's blood. Although it will not take Song Zhe's life, it is okay to make the latter feel uncomfortable for a while.

"Damn it!" Song Zhe's face turned pale, and the smile that always existed on his stiff face seemed to be much more restrained. He looked at his palm and then remembered that when he was fighting with Tuoba Yang before, he seemed to have been hit by a sword on his palm. The wound was not deep, but he still bleeded. Unexpectedly, this wound caused him to suffer such a secret loss. Although he also understood that with his own strength, this matter made him feel embarrassed.

Seeing white smoke appearing from the wound, Song Zhe's eyes were extremely murderous intent: "You little brat, how dare you be fooled, I want to tear you into pieces!"

While speaking, Song Zhe's flying sword shot out, slashing towards Huang Hao as if he was cutting melons and vegetables.

Looking at the strong murderous intent above the flying sword, Huang Hao's face showed a sense of determination. The word "giving up" never appears in his dictionary. Even if he is in a desperate situation, he will try his best to create hope.

At this moment, the broken sword and the black dagger fell to the ground and could not be retrieved. Huang Hao flipped his hand and the red bellyband had been taken out by him, wrapping his left hand, like a red glove. After flipping his hand, there was also a flying sword on his right hand, which was the one left by Yulong after his death.

Let’s fight, even if you die, you will die in battle!
Chapter completed!