Hiss······

Before Nangong Hao moved, and the next moment pierced his chest, the poison core could only gasp.

The speed was so fast that he was so shocked that his hairs exploded all over his body at that moment!

But what's the use, he didn't see Nangong Hao's movements at all, he could only feel the bones in his chest shattering, the flesh and blood being stirred, and how could his aged body withstand the terrifying power of Nangong Haolong's claws.

What the hell is extremely fast, this is simply teleportation!

The pair of silver dragon claws that were close at hand made the old man surnamed Hou feel like he had fallen into hell, sinking straight down, and the various poisonous aura explosions in his body could not hurt him at all, and the silver dragon claws were not hurt at all.

There are thousands of unwillingness in his heart and there is no meaning, and he didn't understand the meaning of the words of a thousand faces until he died, but it was useless.

Qianmian shook his head, sighed, and couldn't bear to look directly, the thunder and lightning around him completely enveloped the old man with the poison core, preventing those poisonous mist from erupting again.

Poison Core has a good relationship with him, but now he can only blame himself for not opening his eyes and choosing to assassinate Nangong Hao.

The black market does not have the current Nangong Hao's information, and if these people come rashly, they will definitely return with a feather, and most of them will die in Huangquan.

Nangong Hao's spell is too weird, and ordinary people will definitely suffer a big loss if they don't know it.

Moreover, in Qianmian's heart, Nangong Hao is very changeable, his personality is unpredictable, sometimes decisive in killing, vicious, sometimes extremely gentle, he loves to listen to all kinds of flattery, even Qianmian who has been in a period of time, he is not sure.

However, one thing is certain, that is, the people of Tamura must not move, otherwise they will definitely usher in Nangong Hao's monstrous anger!

This time the sect is in a big competition, and Qianmian believes that with Nangong Hao's strength, there must be no problem with the top three, which is still a conservative estimate. With a thousand faces, now even he, who has obtained the inheritance of thunder and lightning, is only a one-claw enemy in front of Nangong Hao.

With the weird snow-white aura, the mysterious beast claws, and the water and fire spirit patterns, he didn't know where Nangong Hao's limit was......

In a dense bush not far away, after Nangong Hao left, a short and fat middle-aged man quietly appeared, tired and out of breath, and seemed to be chasing from a long distance.

It looked like he was looking for something, so he looked around and observed everything around him. And this person hid himself very well, without leaking a single breath, and Thousand Faces was completely unaware.

"Why is there no sound of fighting, not even the aura has left a trace, could it be that the poison core has solved the battle so quickly?" The short and fat middle-aged man muttered quietly, his face was full of doubts, it seemed that he had followed the poison core, and his cultivation was only in the Great Perfection of Qi Condensation, and he had not yet advanced to the Spirit Pattern Realm.

No, I'm still very close. Even if Nangong Hao only has the Great Condensation of Qi Great Perfection, his strength should be able to withstand it for a while, and his strength is not weak, how can he last for a while in the hands of the poison core.

Could it be that he shifted the battlefield and went to another place before he could follow......

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly at the tip of his nose, a faint trace of blood wafted through, mixed with some pungent green breath, which made him hurry up and become alert.

After sniffing it carefully, he felt that there was a pungent smell like a poisonous core aura, and his face suddenly changed slightly.

The short and fat middle-aged man straightened up, and when he looked up again, there seemed to be a person lying on the ground dozens of feet away from him.

"This is ......" Cons looked at it with a solemn face, and quietly approached step by step, his eyes wide open.

The head of the man lying on the ground was slightly tilted, just in the direction of Conse, and the man's face could be seen clearly.

"Poison core!" Conse shuddered and shuddered, and a chill rolled through his back, and a rush of brain rushed to the back of his head.

I had sworn that I was waiting here to attack and kill Nangong Hao's poison core, but at this moment, there was only a cold corpse left, lying on the ground, and there was a big hole in my chest, the flesh and blood were blurred, motionless, and I couldn't die anymore.

Conse's blood froze and froze there, his mind roaring.

A huge blood hole in the chest of the old man surnamed Hou, with internal organ fragments and blood clots, flowed all over the place, but it strangely gathered near the corpse, and did not flow far, so that Kang Si couldn't help but retch when he saw it.

There were no aura fluctuations here, not even traces of battle, which undoubtedly illustrated a point.

The old man with the poison core was killed by Nangong Hao's move!

How is it possible!

He was also behind for a while, but the old man with the poison core had already been promoted to the existence of the Spirit Pattern Realm, how could he be killed so quickly!

This is a sentence that the short and fat middle-aged man keeps repeating in his heart, there are still undried blood stains in the mouth and nose of the old man surnamed Hou, and his wide eyes are full of incredulity, as if he has seen something impossible.

Thinking of this, Kong Si was also shocked, feeling that this place of right and wrong could not stay for a long time, and immediately prepared to leave.

But at this time, there was already a large area of thunder surging behind him, completely enveloping him, leaving him no way to escape.

Boom!

The short and fat middle-aged man swallowed his saliva, his body stiffened, and he didn't even dare to turn his head back.

"Qingling Sect Cons?" The figure of Qianmian appeared, and he also recognized the identity of this short and fat middle-aged man, and said solemnly with a straight face.

"Thousand faces! you ......" The short and fat middle-aged man was suddenly overjoyed, this voice was naturally familiar to him, after all, Thousand Faces also had a few relationships with him.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he was about to turn his head, but in the next moment, he was directly wrapped in those thunders, and as soon as the word "you" came out, he was completely disintegrated by the violent energy emitted by the aura of a thousand faces, and then the corpse of the old man with a poisonous core was dissolved.

The gore here completely dissipated, seemingly leaving no trace......

Approaching noon, there was a sea of people outside the Qilin Palace, and there was a loud sound, and it seemed that many big people were coming.

The great prince of the Daqing Dynasty has arrived!

The patriarch of the Feng clan has arrived!

The Sect Master of the Qingling Sect has arrived!

......

One by one, guests and gifts kept appearing outside the Qilin Palace, and Chuan Enhao also received them one by one, instructing the elders to prepare to open the door of the Qilin Palace.

At this time, under the Tianshu Peak, a bright red streamer shone brightly, roaring, and the undisguised fluctuations of the Spirit Pattern Realm attracted the attention of the lively crowd in an instant.

It didn't take long for the streamer to approach, and a fire fell on the crowd of the Qilin Palace.

The strong fire shone brightly, and only the human form could be vaguely identified, and everyone didn't know who it was, but they were extremely curious, after all, the power of this flame was extremely powerful, which undoubtedly showed that this person had a deep foundation.

Those guests who came from afar looked at it with interest.

Nangong Hao's figure burst out, and the surrounding flames were suddenly extinguished, and a wave of brains poured into his body.

"Hey! caught up with ...... Finally caught up!" Nangong Hao panted and breathed heavily.

Previously, because of the delay of the old man with the poison core, he had to do his best, so he rushed to the door of the Qilin Hall before noon.

The white robe that he had deliberately changed into was full of black spots at this time, and the whole person looked a little embarrassed, but after looking around, the number of people here completely exceeded Nangong Hao's imagination.

I can't just lose my good image!

After a few dry coughs, Nangong Hao changed his previous fatigue, and seemed to have recovered all of a sudden, hurriedly put his hands on his back, raised his chest and raised his head, raised his chin, shook his hair, and pretended to be deep in his eyes.

"It's late, I'm sure you've been preparing for a long time, and I hope you all have something to gain from this big competition. Nangong Hao lowered his voice, his face was serious, but his eyes were very soft, and he said to the disciples around him.

Although it was a few polite words, although he posed as a senior, his words were sincere, coupled with the polish of Nangong Hao's expression, people couldn't help but believe that he was sincere.

The eyes of the people around him were instantly attracted by Nangong Hao, and there were not a few who recognized him, after all, Nangong Hao was now a little famous among the ordinary disciples of the Demon Heaven Sect.

Suddenly, there were cheers, greetings, and reverence. Of course, there were also a lot of hostile eyes looking at Nangong Hao.

Nangong Hao's one-armed image attracted a lot of discussion among the guests beside Chuan Enhao.

"Pretend!"

This sentence rose in the hearts of a few people at the same time, and the hostility towards Nangong Hao was even worse, coming from all directions.

However, Nangong Hao didn't care at all, although he still maintained this masterful posture, but at this time, in his eyes, it was the girl in the white dress on the high platform, and she couldn't fit anything else.

Nangong Hao seemed to be able to see the flush on her face through the veil on her face, and see the corners of her mouth with a sweet smile.

Everyone in Changtian Peak glanced at each other, and they all smiled at Nangong Hao's appearance, and they were about to move to Nangong Hao's side.

But at this time, there was a burly young man with a single horn, who was one step ahead of them, and he was violent, directly squeezing through the layers of crowds, and when he arrived at Nangong Hao's side, the solemnity on his face made Nangong Hao's pupils shrink.

"This man...... It seems to be the heir of the master of Ma Feng!"

"It seems to be called Ma Lingfei!"

"Could it be that he has any grudges with Nangong Hao, this momentum is a bit scary. ”

The people around were talking, and they all got out of the way, it seemed that they knew the strength of this person, although they wanted to help Nangong Hao, but they didn't dare to step forward.

In Nangong Hao's eyes, he didn't recognize this person's face at all, but the solemnity on his face, coupled with that momentum, made Nangong Hao secretly wary.

He didn't want the sect to start a fight with this person before the big competition began.

There are too many people here, and Nangong Hao can't hide if he wants to, so he has to raise his head with his chest up, pretend to be a posture, and stare at this person with a frown, but he is still panicked in his heart, the second pattern spirit pattern realm, he really hasn't fought, although he is also a second pattern, but with his character, the battle at the same level is not safe.

"Ling Fei on the dismount!" The burly young man snorted lightly, and the single horn above his head erupted with powerful aura fluctuations, and the cultivation of the two-pattern spirit pattern realm was completely dispersed, revealing everything, and his palm was still slowly accumulating, and the green tendons on his body were rising, as if he really wanted to make a move.

"Senior brother, don't be so excited, we have something to say......" Nangong Hao asked tentatively, and quietly moved behind him, ready to rush to Tan Kang's position at any time.

Who knew that before he finished speaking, this person immediately raised his hand, and directly clenched his fists, bowed to Nangong Haoyi, and suddenly spoke, his voice was as loud as thunder, deafening.

"Big brother, be worshiped by the younger brother!"