Above the dark night sky, the sky full of stars shimmered, like countless silver beads, densely inlaid in the dark black night, the round silver light, paved the earth with a layer of silver.

Shili Pavilion, said that it was not close, that it was not far away, Ye Hao carried the 200,000 catties of Fang Tian's painting halberd and finally arrived at the time.

Through the bright moonlight, you can see that the Shili Pavilion is not small, there are six large vermilion pillars in it, it takes two people to hold it, the beams are also carved with exquisite patterns, ingenious workmanship, there is a round stone table in the center of the pavilion, at this time there are two figures on the chair next to the stone table,

"Sorry, I'm late. ”

When he entered the pavilion, he found that this was not Shao Yiyao and them, but two men, one old and one young, the old man was about fifty years old, with a weather-beaten face, two deep-set eyes, deep and bright, and a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old, I saw him look at Ye Hao with a calm face and asked, "Are you Ye Hao?"

This was asked very suddenly, Ye Hao was stunned, looked at the young man suspiciously, and asked, "Do you know me?"

"It seems so. The young man nodded, glanced at Ye Hao, and said with some disappointment: "I thought that woman asked me to kill a powerful martial artist, but after a long time, it turned out to be just a young man with four true martial arts." ”

"Young master, this kind of waste still needs you to take action, the old slave will kill it casually, that is. The old man's expression changed, his eyes were cold, and the powerful momentum on his body shrouded Ye Hao, and the strength of the peak of Lingwu was unobstructed.

"No, although my strength is weak, it just happened to let me try the martial arts that the woman gave me. ”

"Young Master has mastered that third-grade martial art so quickly?" the old man's face flashed with surprise.

The young man nodded arrogantly, then looked at Ye Hao, and said with a hideous smile: "How do you think about how to die?"

The young man is arrogant and naturally has his arrogant capital, he is seventeen years old today, but he has the strength of the True Martial Sevenfold, and this is all his own cultivation, and he has not borrowed external forces, if he is allowed to enter the sect and return to his father, with the solid physical foundation he has built, his strength will inevitably rise.

Ye Hao frowned, glanced at the young man and asked suspiciously, "We have a grudge?"

"Nope. ”

"That's a grudge. ”

"No, there isn't. ”

"If you don't have any, why are you killing me?"

"Boy, I'm not going to tell you, I'm going to make you a fool. ”

The young man said and took the lead in making a move, stomped his feet on the ground, his body burst out, raised his fist and smashed down angrily at Ye Hao.

Feeling the strength attached to the Dao young man's fist, Ye Hao made a mistake with his feet, raised the Fang Tian painting halberd weighing 200,000 jin in his hand, and slashed it out.

"Humph!"

Although he knew that Fang Tian's halberd was not small when he heard the wind, the proud young man did not retreat, but only thickened the strength attached to his fist a lot.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the young man was like a straw, with a stunned expression on his face, and flew back backwards at a speed that was not inferior to his previous speed.

"Pedal Pedal Pedal T

"What a lot of strength, young master, are you okay!" The old man who was sitting upright flashed his figure, and held the young man who was about to exit the pavilion and fall off the cliff, and said in surprise.

Ye Hao glanced at the young man calmly, and smiled disdainfully: "It seems that your mouth is much stronger than your strength." ”

"You!" The young man's face turned red, he glared at Ye Hao and said, "This time I am the enemy, otherwise the result will definitely not be like this." ”

"Okay, come again. ”

The young man ignored it, but looked at the old man with a blue face and said, "Old Shi, kill him for me." ”

The young man knows his own business, don't look at him on the surface, he is full of energy, but in fact, after receiving Ye Hao's blow, he has already been seriously injured, if he hadn't wrapped his right arm with Yuan Force in time, I'm afraid that the arm bone full of cracks inside would have been unable to support it and would have broken.

"Don't worry, young master, he will die tonight. The old man smiled solemnly, strode forward, stood in front of Ye Hao, and said, "Boy, how did you die?"

Although this young man's strength is amazing, but in the eyes of the old man, it is nothing, if he can't kill a young man with the strength of the Nine Levels of Spirit Martial Arts, then he might as well find a tofu to kill him.

"If you die, the master won't die. Ye Hao let go of Fang Tian's halberd, rubbed his sore arm and said.

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, Fang Tian's halberd sank into the ground and disappeared.

"Then it's up to you to die. The old man disappeared directly, and when he reappeared, he had already appeared in front of Ye Hao, and his palm full of golden vitality gave people a strong sense of oppression.

"you, big-headed ghost. Ye Hao's figure flashed, his fist flashed with dark red Yuan Force, and he waved a fist mark.

"Humph!"

The dark red fist mark was fragile in front of the golden palm and shattered directly.

Feeling the incomparably sharp golden vitality in front of him, looking at the palm that was about to be imprinted into his body, Ye Hao's body slightly sideways, and at the same time, his body retreated rapidly, dodging the old man's attack, and at the same time, the vitality in his body vibrated violently, and in a tiger roar, a huge dark red tiger appeared behind him, and like Ye Hao, he grabbed the old man's neck with one claw.

"Bang!"

The old man's palm was raised, like a divine palm, with dazzling golden light and indestructible strength, colliding with his fists and tiger claws.

Ye Hao is still fighting with the Lingwu Realm for the first time, at this time he finally knows the power of the Lingwu Realm, let you have a thousand changes, I will break it with one palm, the thick vitality on the old man's palm made Ye Hao take dozens of steps back before stopping his body, and the sharp attribute of the metallic vitality made his fist scalp bloom, and the blood flowed.

"Huh?"

The old man frowned slightly, he was a little dissatisfied with the result of the first blow, you must know that he is fourteen levels higher than the strength of the young man in front of him, it stands to reason that even if this blow can't kill him, it should make him lose his ability to fight, but the fact is that the young man in front of him has nothing to do except break his skin.

"Old man, what's wrong with not eating tonight?" Ye Hao shook his right hand, which was a little numb because of excessive bleeding, and looked at the old man with a mockery.

"I hope you can still be so sharp and sharp after taking these palms from me, "King Kong descends to the dragon!"

The old man's palm seemed to be inflated, becoming huge, and the whole body was like gold poured, but if you look closely, you will find that this is actually the condensation of his vitality, but it is extremely solid, and the palm prints are clearly visible, which is a little realistic.

The moment the palm print was issued, the air around it seemed to condense.

As if there was a big mountain pressing on his back, Ye Hao had a hard time, but he didn't give up, and the vitality in his body was running, a dragon and a tiger, and a tiger roared like a dragon, which slowly condensed in front of Ye Hao.

"Combined martial arts?" the old man said in surprise.

It is extremely difficult to combine two different martial arts, which requires the cultivation of both martial arts to the fullest, and it also requires chance, so that it is possible for the two to merge with each other and become a martial art, and the power of this combination of martial arts can also be large or small, for example, the fusion of two first-grade martial arts may still be a first-grade martial art, or it may become a third, fourth, or even fifth-grade, so when the combined martial arts do not burst out of power, it is impossible to see how many martial arts are at all.