Chapter Seventy-Three: Entities

With the action of March, the vitality around him began to fluctuate faintly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing this, Yu Hao nodded.

To say that the family heritage and the qualifications of the disciples in the sect who are destined are different from Heng Jun's wild way, March is still so young, and after a few glances, he knows that he is not shaking at will, and he can already fluctuate his vitality just after learning a little trick.

It's no wonder that the five sects treat the disciples outside the door as at all!!

Although his mind was slightly scattered, Yu Hao still used the five birds from beginning to end.

Sixty-four styles, one trick is not much, one move is a lot.

…… It's just that Yu Hao didn't expect that when he finished his work, he felt that his soul was much fuller.

Maybe now he'll be able to see what he looks like?

Sixty-four forms are completed.

March stopped.

Although he is still him, March already feels that he is different from before.

March stretched out his hands, and the palms that were originally glowing gradually dissipated because of the vitality gradually dissipated, becoming the same as before, but there seemed to be an indescribable power swimming in his body.

This force ...... Is it vitality?

March looked up and looked at Yu Hao's spirit, who had not left yet.

Yu Hao smiled slightly, rippling with the demeanor of a self-righteous master, his palm raised slightly, and landed behind the barbarian man who was the leader.

…… Although that barbarian man had long been ready to be taught and repaired by the Great Grandmaster, the Great Grandmaster didn't seem to see them, and maybe the next moment he would let them know the terrible possibility of misery, and after so much time, he had already touched the tense nerves of that barbarian.

So Yu Hao's palm was far from touching the barbarian's neck, and the barbarian felt a cold wind coming, and immediately the illusion of being wiped out by the great grandmaster's palm immediately appeared in his head.

As soon as his body went limp, the brute fell to the ground silently.

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March was dumbfounded.

Yu Hao was also a little surprised.

He didn't deny that he had ignored these guys who dared to beat him for a long time was deliberately deterred, but the effect was too good!

Yu Hao coughed silently and made a lip shape, "Try it-"

This time, March understood.

The little face overflowed with excitement, and when he raised his foot, he kicked the brute who had just been frightened by Yu Haoyi to the ground.

"Shhhh

Yu Hao, who was watching from the side, couldn't help but sigh.

The little guy kicked right under the brute.

Thanks to the brute who was already unconscious, otherwise this time down-

Gee!

Yu Hao shook his head and sighed, his body shook, and he returned to his small body separated by a wall.

The soul returns.

Yu Hao opened his eyes.

In front of him, Heng Jun, who had returned and was in charge of protecting the Dharma, had a glittering light in his eyes.

Heng Jun quickly rescued the shopkeeper who was caught by that guy as Shizun expected, but before he could place the shopkeeper, he realized that Shizun and they were in a big trouble.

With the master here, he naturally doesn't have to worry about something really happening.

But this person came and went, and it was the county seat, so he still rushed over in time, but he didn't expect to see Shizun leave the alley where Xiao March was staying, and those men were also trapped by Shizun.

He knew that Shizun must have other arrangements, but he didn't expect to see Xiao March not knowing who he was talking to, and saying "apprenticeship".

Of course, he knew that Xiao March must have suspected something and had some kind of intention when he pestered Shizun before, and the words of Shizun that he relayed were equivalent to rejecting Xiao March's attempt.

It's just that the five-bird drama that followed Xiao March's comparison really shocked him, sixteen styles, thirty-two styles, forty-six styles, and finally sixty-four styles! Could it be that the five fowl operas and sixty-four styles they learned were not unlearned at all? The most important thing is that Little March, who did you learn from?

And as if to tell him something, with the last performance of Xiao March, Heng Jun really saw a vague figure.

Shuttle through everyone at will, like the wind fluttering, but tossing and turning!

He is the "master" in Xiao March's mouth?

Just when Heng Jun was sluggish, that figure suddenly shook into Shizun's body!

Then, the master woke up!

So, so-

Heng Jun was pleasantly surprised, and the pores of his whole body trembled violently.

Yu Hao didn't know what Heng Jun was thinking, he just felt that Heng Jun looked at him as if he was an oily roast duck with a roasted aroma......

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Yu Hao glared at Heng Jun vigilantly.

Heng Jun didn't seem to see it, and his eyes, which were already glowing, immediately enlarged again.

"Masterβ€”"

This time, Heng Jun's voice trembled.

Sure enough, in Hengjun's eyes, he was roast duck, or he had already been sliced!

Yu Hao's forehead flashed, and a strong force rushed towards Heng Jun, who fell on his back and turned his face to the sky.

But then Heng Jun got up again, and continued to look at Yu Hao with a crystal light in his eyes, "Master-"

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Yu Hao rolled his eyes.

Idiot!

It's hopeless!