Eleven Elder looked at Yi Hao's figure, a strange light flickering in his eyes.

He looked up at the far east and muttered to himself, "What a shape-shifting technique, who is this genius on the continent who has restored it to such an extent?" ”

"What a magical transfiguration, what a fucking cow!" Someone exclaimed.

"It's you!" There were also people in the crowd who pointed at Yi Hao and exclaimed loudly.

During the bone age cultivation test, Yi Hao was also amazed on the spot, so he was remembered by some people.

"Ladies and gentlemen, he is Yi Hao who entered the secret realm after three rounds of selection! Except for the person who has entered the secret realm, if anyone else attacks him again, please don't blame me for being ruthless! Eleven Elders looked around and their eyes widened, and an awe-inspiring battle intent erupted, sweeping towards everyone in the field.

Yi Hao's secret luck is to watch the rest of the work, and let the fighting spirit come to him. Then the huge battle intent passed through his body, and Yi Hao's figure remained unmoved.

The White Demon Lord turned around to meet the battle intent, and pressed the magic sword that pierced the ground with both hands, and his white face turned black and red.

Elder Yu's figure moved like lightning, protecting Mo Yanxi's body, his teeth clenched.

There was resentment in the eyes of the Nine Elders, and his face became even redder. He clenched his fists tightly, and a trace of blood slowly flowed out of his palm.

The others were all forced to retreat quickly by this fighting spirit. Some people looked even more flustered, their bodies trembled, their clothes were disheveled, and their bodies were in disarray.

Seeing Yi Hao's relaxed expression, the eleventh elder was very surprised in his eyes.

He turned around and glanced meaningfully at the Nine Elders, and then the figure disappeared into the field.

"Humph!" The Nine Elders shook their sleeves and then walked away.

Mo Yanxi looked at the back of the eleventh elder who disappeared into the distance, and his lips were clenched. "Let's go......" He frowned tightly as he instructed the three Tengyuan Realm elders behind him.

Elder Eleven would definitely be hiding in the shadows at this time, if they didn't leave to cause him to be unhappy and make a move, there would be a few people in this peach blossom forest who would be his opponents.

In the field, everyone else scattered as birds.

The rest of the others all stared at Yi Hao with burning eyes.

Yi Hao looked at these people coldly with an indifferent face.

"Hahaha, everyone, come and fight!" Seeing that the others in the arena had dispersed, he looked around at the eighty or so participants who had participated in the Secret Realm of Leaving the Fire, and shouted in an unusually high-pitched voice.

"Fight!" The blood in Yi Hao's body boiled, and he looked at these cultivators in Qingzhou with pride.

"Haha, let's fight!" Mo Xiaoxi raised his head, and the momentum of his whole body couldn't stop surging.

The three of them glanced at each other from afar, and then had a tacit understanding to kill the others in the peach blossom forest together.

When everyone saw the three of them covering up, they were all pale in shock. "Quick, everyone stop them together!" A middle-aged man in the Kaiyuan Consummation Realm immediately waved his hand and exclaimed.

Yi Hao fingered the flying sword, and Youquan suddenly swept towards the crowded place like a match. Those people hurriedly resisted, but the strength of the sword was so heavy that everyone who was next to the sword light vomited blood and flew backwards.

"Well done!" Seeing that Yi Hao's sword had such great power with a sword in his hand, he couldn't help but praise in surprise.

"Look at me!" The magic sword in Taitai's hand flew up, and a jet-black sword turned into a spiritual snake, "whooshing" and flew straight into the crowd.

"Ah...... Yes! Countless screams of pain rang out from the crowd.

"Hmph, watch my demon flame come to the world!" Mo Yan opened suddenly, and black flames continued to spit out and fall into the crowd. He bared a mouthful of white teeth, and smirked evilly at the group.

"It's the Demon Flame ......," someone shouted, but the voice stopped abruptly. Because the man was devoured by the demonic flames, and instantly turned into a pile of black bones in place. Then several people screamed and died.

"This fire?" Yi Hao squinted at it, and he was also shocked in his heart.

Mo Yanxi's demonic fire was very weird, it seemed that not only the body of a person was burning, but even the soul seemed to be ignited in an instant and melted into nothingness.

Seeing that everyone was surprised, Mo Yanxi couldn't help but look at Yi Hao proudly and sneered.

Tai's face sank, and he waved the giant sword in his hand and chased after the crowd on the other side. Just as he turned around, Mo Yanxi's eyes lit up. He pointed at somewhere behind him, and his fingers ricocheted out a number of tiny things.

When Yi Hao saw this, he immediately lowered his head as if he hadn't seen it.

The trio then covered up with the others. The crowd suddenly wailed, and the remaining thirty or forty survivors looked at Yi Hao and the other three in horror.

Yi Hao and the others were also covered in blood, and they couldn't tell whether it was their own or someone else's. Everyone in the field is a Kaiyuan Realm cultivator, this melee is evenly matched in terms of cultivation, and the combined strength of the others also makes it very difficult for Yi Hao and them to deal with.

"You'd better give up...... Let's go! Yi Hao's sword pointed obliquely and shouted indifferently at everyone.

"I'm giving up, Mr. Xie." Someone reluctantly glanced at the storage bag in Yi Hao's waist, turned his head and flew away. When the others saw this, they didn't care about the image, and even crawled on the ground and turned their heads to run.

After a few breaths, there were only five people left in the field. The cultivation of these people, like Mo Xiaoxi and Yu Tai, is all in the Kaiyuan Great Perfection Realm.

"How many of you, are you still not giving up?" Yu Tai looked at the field, pointed at a few people, and was furious.

"Hehehe, White Demon Lord, others are afraid of you...... Our brothers are not necessarily! An old man in the audience suddenly ripped off his mask, revealing an old face, and looked at Yu Tai with a sneer.

Several others also ripped off their masks one after another, revealing their true faces. The faces of these five people are extremely similar.

These five people are the five heroes of Qingzhou, and they are actually twin brothers. The cultivation of the realm of the five people is the same, and there is a set of combined formations to cooperate, and the power that erupts is even more chasing the real master of the Yuan Realm, and he rarely encounters opponents, and he can be regarded as a party figure in Qingzhou.

"Hehe, it turns out to be five old ghosts in Qingzhou! Today, I will send you to report to your family! He stared at the five people in surprise, and there was a coldness in his eyes.

"Hmph, don't be ashamed!" The old man at the head opened and closed his eyes, and there was a glimmer of essence.

He closed his eyes, his black hair fluttering, and the small sword in his hand pointed at him in the distance. A sword intent suddenly appeared from within his body, and then this sword intent poured into the small sword in his hand. The small sword instantly grew larger, turning into a giant sword that was one zhang long and two feet wide.

His eyes were slightly wide open, and he held his sword in both hands. A breeze suddenly rose, and the body around him grew larger, turning into a jet-black hurricane after a few breaths.

"Sword up!" Yan Tai's eyes opened again, and with difficulty he raised the giant sword surrounded by the hurricane in his hand, pointing at the five heroes of Qingzhou from afar. The tip of the sword pointed at it, and its momentum became sharp and sharp, and the tip of the sword seemed to be pierced by the earth.