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The aura was not as violent as before, but the power and power exuded from his body at this time were not weak at all.

The previous one was like a violent force that bloomed like a blast, making it a battlefield of brute force with him as the center. And now it is hidden and not released.

"It seems that I won't be able to wear clothes in the future......" Zhang Haoran shook his head helplessly. Now that he has the power of Heavenly Thunder brute force, he will naturally use it sooner or later. This means that if he is wearing clothes, then using the Thunder Brute Force once means that he is going to break his clothes once.

Not to mention whether there are so many clothes to change, even the appearance of torn clothes in front of the enemy is too embarrassing. He's going to be an exhibitionist then.

So Zhang Haoran can only wear armor, which is no better than clothes. The armor can be big or small, that is, Zhang Haoran has become three zhang big, and the armor can still follow the three zhang big.

Although Zhang Haoran is not a general, he can't hide his armor to increase his combat effectiveness at a critical time, so that the enemy can underestimate his strength and be careless.

But forget it, people always have to come up with something strong and powerful to shock those who are young, so as not to end up being calculated.

Looking up, Zhang Haoran looked into the distance. The hundreds of thousands of monks are approaching, and it's time for him to work.

If the barren mountains are big, it is better to have more people.

Just around the mountain stream, full of people. At this point, they all stopped, either levitating or standing on the ground.

Here, they felt the breath, the breath that belonged to the person they were going after to hunt down. It's just that the breath is interrupted where they stay, as if it has disappeared out of thin air.

"Strange!How can this be?" Several first-level disciples of the sect stepped forward and landed on the ground where Zhang Haoran and them were before. There was still blood on the ground, and there was a palpable smell of it.

However, when they chased all the way before, they didn't find anything, and they couldn't detect the slightest breath. This also proves that these people are very good at disguising their tracks and controlling their breath. As a result, they can only search on a large scale along the way, wasting a lot of time.

However, here they could see obvious traces of blood, as well as the breath on their bodies. This is a huge difference from their previous performance.

This made them all confused, and each guessed what the reason for the other's blood and breath was. Is there a trap set up?Or is the other party exhausted and unable to control it anymore, so he can't clean up the blood stains left behind and deal with the breath left behind at this time?

All the disciples guessed like these first-level disciples, and no one noticed that a figure was flashing into their large army on the side, shuttling at the very edge.

This man, wearing armor, is very obvious. However, in an instant, when the person flashed behind a disciple, the disciple instantly paralyzed and went limp. Immediately afterwards, the man disappeared along with the disciple.

After half a ring, a person came out. There was no young man in armor, only the disciple who had been paralyzed came out.

This scene is really weird. However, at this time, hundreds of thousands of people did not notice the situation here, so everything was quiet, normal.

"Why did it disappear?" the first-level disciple of the Blue Ming Hall frowned.

There was no breath all the way, but now there is, but the people are gone. Except for the breath in front of them, there is not the slightest breath around the mountain stream that belongs to them. But what about man? What does this mean? Being bitten by a tiger, being eaten by a wild animal?

"Are you hiding in the water?" The first-level disciple of the Iron Sect stepped forward, looked up at the waterfall in the distance, and then looked at the surrounding water flow and mountain streams.

"No......" A disciple of Xuantian Sect stepped forward and said. But as soon as he finished speaking, the others fell silent.

Water insulates the transmission of breath, which is the only best explanation for why the person they are hunting down has no breath.

What tigers and beasts have an effect on ordinary people, but they are monks, even if they are seriously injured, they can still slap those beasts to death with one palm.

The mountain stream flows very widely, and it is better to say that it is a mountain stream and a lake than to say that it is a vast ocean, and the eyes are endless and endless.

"You go and find out how deep this water source is!" The first-level disciples of the Lanming Hall and the first-level disciples of the other sects were silent, and at this moment he turned back to the twenty second-level disciples behind him and said.

"Yes! The second-level disciple had been beside him, and when he heard the senior brothers say that those people were most likely hiding in the water, he was already eager to see what was going on.

It just so happened that the senior brother had an order, and they did not hesitate to fly into the air, either sticking to the surface of the water, or dancing away from the sky. At one point, more than twenty people disappeared and looked around the water source.

"Go too. The first-level disciple of the Iron Sect also spoke. Then the Xuantian Sect and the Heavenly Emperor Sect also sent their disciples to check it out.

Sending your own people can make it clearer, although now everyone is standing together, and it seems that they are also working together. However, everyone knows their own business, who doesn't have their own ghosts?

Some people went to check, and some disciples rushed directly into the water source. So the other disciples rested in place one by two. They landed on the ground one after another, waiting for the results.

Zhang Haoran mixed in with the crowd, sat down and rested like them. Now he looked like an eighth-level disciple of the Blue Ming Palace.

"Hey, Lan Ming Palace, you have crossed the line!" Zhang Haoran deliberately came to the range of Xuantian Sect disciples, and as soon as he stepped across the boundary with his front foot, the other party was not happy and issued a warning.

The sound of the voice immediately attracted all the attention of the surrounding disciples, in Zhang Haoran's range, like other places, there were disciples of several sects, so it was also the best place for contradictions.

Here, there are many people, and everyone has their own ghosts. As long as there is a trouble, then naturally there will be constant disputes and non-stop trouble.

There are hundreds of thousands of monks here, Zhang Haoran can only outwit and use them to make himself grow, there are many people, and the more chaotic the better.

The water is muddy, and the good hand of hunting fish is good at touching the past.

Looking at the Xuantian Sect disciple who was speaking, everyone turned their heads to look at Zhang Haoran again, which was meaningful.

"Bullshit crosses the line!, your name is written here?" Zhang Haoran spoke up and retorted directly, with a bit of gunpowder.

Zhang Haoran is now speechless, and he has to pick ugly words to say.

"What do you mean? Do you want to start a war with our Xuantian Sect?" The first disciple to insult Zhang Haoran was a sixth-level disciple, and his strength was two levels higher than Zhang Haoran's eighth-level disciple at this time.

Zhang Haoran smiled, looked at the other party fiercely and said, "Hey, this is a personal matter between me and you, right? Could it be that when you were a child and you were beaten and lost, you called your parents to help you avenge you?"

Zhang Haoran provoked to his heart's content, allowing himself to be a complete ruffian and a hooligan.

"Haha......"

As soon as Zhang Haoran's words were finished, the people from the other sects who watched the excitement all burst into laughter. They are watching the excitement, it has been boring enough along the way, and now there are shows to watch them, they are naturally engaged, even if Zhang Haoran has a low laugh in what he says. But they found it interesting.

"You damn it, Lao Tzu tore you apart!!" The Xuantian Sect disciple was humiliated like this, and he still had a good temper there, so he roared angrily and stepped forward, his hands wide open, and an overwhelming aura instantly filled around his body.

It exudes a powerful power like a hand covering the sky, which is enough to suppress a monk of Zhang Haoran's level, and he doesn't even have the slightest ability to resist.

"Hey, you're really fighting! Mom, I'll run away. Zhang Haoran saw the other party attacking him, and his body hurriedly ran back, holding his head and pretending to be invincible.

"Haha......"

Zhang Haoran's appearance immediately caused everyone to laugh again, and at the same time attracted the disciples in the distance, but they didn't see it after they caught a glimpse of the struggle of the low-level disciples.

It's normal for hundreds of thousands of people to have some conflicts, and as long as they don't go too far, they're happy to fight each other.

If the disciples of their sect win, this is a matter that will smear the face of the sect, who will stop it? Unless the strength is inferior to the other party, then they may pretend to be public and private, and say a few big things and make them small. As long as it is not a disgrace to the sect, beat, it should be beaten!

At this time, the Lanming Hall represented by Zhang Haoran chased Zhang Haoran to kill the Xuantian Sect, which also made the disciples of the Lanming Hall and the disciples of the Xuantian Sect who were close to them even more eye-catching.

"Hey, what's going on with this eighth-level disciple?" a third-level Lanming Hall disciple in the crowd frowned.

It's just that the eighth-level disciple is a sixth-level disciple who provokes the other party, looking for death, or is this a stupid disciple?

Don't look at them as monks, they become immortals in half a step. In fact, many people's brains are not very easy to use, and they may work hard in cultivation and concentrate on understanding. But in other ways like an idiot. So now he was worried about whether this eighth-level disciple also belonged to that category?

If so, then he'll have to do it later. It's okay to kill this idiot, but don't lose the face of your own sect.

"Senior brother, forget it, kill it. It's just an eighth-level disciple, wait for that Xuantian Sect disciple to kill us and kill the eighth-level disciple after I pretend to be angry and kill the sixth-level disciple, senior brother, you just look at me when the time comes, and you can't lose the face of our sect. ”

There was a third-level disciple next to the third-level disciple, who said lazily.

The third-level disciple closed his eyes slightly, but in his heart he agreed with this approach. Exchange the eighth-level disciple for the opponent's sixth-level disciple, and it can be drawn.

As for killing the other party, it's not simple, just say that it's a distant relative of this eighth-level disciple or something, whatever. Even if you are his brother-in-law, the main thing is to kill that damn Xuantian Sect disciple.

"This is good, you can rest assured. There are more than 30,000 monks around, and there is not one stronger than me, so I can keep you. The third-level disciple smiled and said.

Hundreds of thousands of people are divided into several piles, and when the 30,000 monks here are sitting together, he has already swept through them with his consciousness, and there are only a dozen of them who have reached the seventh level of the killing realm, but when it comes to strength, no one can compare to him. So if he makes a move, he can properly let his junior brother live well.

(Enlightenment Book Network.)