"I hate ......" Jiao Ji looked at the yellow fire sword in Yi Hao's hand, and his eyes seemed to see a man in a flame robe, full of uncontrollable panic.

Yi Hao's appearance with the fire sword in his hand was similar to the person in his vague memory of his previous life!

"Fellow Daoist, you......" The white-robed old Taoist stared at Jiao Ji, as if he had guessed his thoughts. But seeing that Jiao Ji's face did not change, he couldn't say more......

The white-robed old man turned around slowly, staring at Yi Hao and Yuan Shang with cold eyes.

"You two, what a guts!"

"Senior, we want to go up the mountain, but he stopped us first, and insulted my brother......" Yi Hao's face was flat, and he said to the white-robed old man.

"Hmph, it's not right to hurt my White Tiger Hall!" The white-robed old Taoist did not allow Yihao to continue, and resolutely blocked the way.

"In my Chixia Sect, it seems that I am going to discipline you well for your elders......" The white-robed old man put on the appearance of an elder disciplining a junior, looked around and said loudly.

This may seem decent, but it is actually a high-sounding statement.

If the elders of Yihao and the two appear behind, if it is not something he can provoke, he can prevaricate with this reason. If Yihao and the two of them did not have a power background, even if the two of them were killed, onlookers would not blame him for being ruthless.

The ghostly light in the eyes of the white-robed old Taoist flickered, and Yi Hao could not be separated, and his two thin palms suddenly became larger, like a huge dark cloud, shrouding towards Yi Hao and Yuan Shang.

Yuan Shang looked behind him, but he didn't see the figure of the cicada ancestor. Yi Hao also stared at the white-robed old man and frowned.

This person must be a high-level member of the White Tiger Hall, and if he is annoyed, it will bring a lot of trouble to the affairs of the Sanyang Sect in the later stage. But if they don't fight, this person's mind is ruthless, and their fate ......

"Fight!" Yi Hao's eyes were shining, and he said in a low voice.

When Yuan Shang heard this, he immediately followed the roar with a stick. He slammed the stick into their huge palms with all his might. The flame giant sword in Yi Hao's hand suddenly moved, and it swirled towards the palm of his hand.

"The light of fireflies can also compete with the bright moon!" The white-robed old Dao's eyes froze, and the palm prints in the sky became a little more condensed.

The "puff" palm print trembled violently, and then a hole was revealed, and Yi Hao and Yuan Shang flew out of it. The two of them stopped their embarrassed figures, their eyes solemn. The strength of the white-robed old Dao was too strong, and they had just tried their best to get out.

The white-robed old man didn't care about the scar that appeared in his palm, and the ruthlessness in his eyes grew stronger. A more condensed palm print appeared, grabbing fiercely at the two in the air.

Yuan Shang and Yi Hao wiped away the blood that overflowed from the corners of their mouths. They glanced at each other, and then the two moved to separate sides.

"Om(o.)

g)！ Yi Hao shouted. The wind and thunder mark reappeared, and the yellow light on it skyrocketed, and it crashed into the vast palm print like thunder.

"Stick to the heavens!" Yuan Shang's figure suddenly grew taller, and the stick in his hand swelled in the wind, whistling and smashing into the incoming handprint.

The violent impact sound of "click" resounded in all directions. The palm print was only blocked by the two of them for a moment, and then it struck again at a rapid pace.

The two flew back......

In the distance, Yi Hao suddenly turned around, and a low "mā" sound came out of his mouth. The shrunken Wind Thunder Seal in his hand grew larger again, and then disappeared eerily. Instantly, it suddenly appeared directly above the palm print, pressing down on the palm print like a meteorite falling.

This mantra is also used by Yi Hao for the first time. As soon as he spoke, his brain swelled and seemed to be about to fall asleep. And the wind and thunder seal seemed to be unable to bear this word of mantra, and there was a trace of cracks.

"Gods and demons!" Yuan Shang whispered in his mouth, and the stick more than doubled. He raised it high, and the stick was like a heavy mountain, and it slowly crushed down like a snail.

There are many forms of the god-killing stick, and this is the second form. Yuan Shang's strong exercise was also quite depleting of essence and blood.

"They...... This exercise! The White Tiger Old Dao was also shocked by the exercises used by the two.

In the early stage of the Kaiyuan Realm, he actually had the strength to confront him. "If these two people grow up, there will be endless troubles."

His small eyes were looking in all directions. But when he saw that the people behind Yi Hao and Yuan Shang did not appear, a trace of murder flashed in his eyes.

The palm prints meet the sticks and the wind and thunder prints, and the sound of "Zizi" continues to come out.

The white-robed old Taoist looked indifferent, and traces of blood continued to overflow from Yi Hao and Yuan Shang's mouths.

"Bang" and "Bang" two soft sounds came out. The wind and thunder mark and the stick returned to their original shape and fell into the dust. Yi Hao and Yuan Shang changed their shapes, their bodies more than two feet high, and their four thick arms were holding the palm prints.

"Humph!" The white-robed old man snorted coldly, and an invisible force suddenly descended on the palm print. This palm print seemed to turn into a red mountain, and it became heavier and crushed towards the two of them. Blood beads appeared on Yi Hao and Yuan Shang's skin, and their feet sank deep into the steely platform.

Yi Hao slowly turned his head and glanced at Yuan Shang, and Yuan Shang's eyes moved slightly. Yi Hao's palm suddenly withdrew, and his hand touched the storage bag in his waist.

The huge pressure of the palm print suddenly fell on Yuan Shang's hands and one of Yi Hao's arms, and the palm print suddenly sank.

A huge force came, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of Yuan Shang's mouth, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Yuan Shang's eyes widened, his blood boiled, his arms were propped up, and he finally slowly stopped the palm print from falling.

A black needle as thin as a cow's hair appeared in Yi Hao's hand, and he slapped it to his chest, spurting out a red blood from his mouth, and all the blood beads dripped on the black needle.

The black needle suddenly changed, and it seemed to be more transparent, and there was an aura on it that made Yi Haodu's heart palpitate.

"Go!" Yi Hao drank low.

The black needle moved, as if invisibly piercing towards the palm print.

A small blood hole suddenly appeared in the palm print of "Zizi". The black needle swirled violently inside it, and the surrounding flesh and blood were sucked into the black needle like flowing water.

There was a soft "pop", and the palm print dissipated instantly.

"Ahh The white-robed old man clenched his fists tightly, and raised his head to the sky and let out a terrible roar.

Traces of black blood flowed out from between his fingers and dripped onto the platform at the top of Chixia Mountain, making a crisp sound of ticking, ticking.

"This? The White Tiger Venerable was actually injured...... "The people in the void are all discolored. Unexpectedly, the power of the late stage of the Tengyuan Realm was injured by Yi Hao and Yuan Shang, two people in the early stage of the Kaiyuan Realm.

"How daring!" The White Tiger Venerable's hair was all open, and his small eyes were full of anger when he looked at Yi Hao and the two.

"Come on!" The solemnity and indifference of the White Tiger Venerable completely disappeared. He slowly took out a small sword as thin as a cicada's wing, and the sword instantly burst out with infinite red light.

After a Yuan Force input from his fingers, the light of the red flying sword suddenly flickered. The flying sword disappeared suddenly, suddenly appeared in front of Yi Hao, and slashed towards him.

After this sword appeared, Yi Hao's body was suppressed by the invisible aura on his sword body and he couldn't move. The pressure is as heavy as a mountain, as if it is the power of heaven and earth. With the momentum of this sword alone, he can make his body shatter.