Zhang Qingfeng was not surprised by Shen Hao's arrival, it seemed that he had already known that they were hiding nearby, not only did he not panic, but a sneer appeared on his ruthless face.

"Do you think that with this bit of cultivation of yours, you can beat me, if you want to be a yellow bird, you must also have that strength!"

Gu Zixu changed his vanity and responded strongly: "Don't be too crazy, people like you generally don't survive more than three episodes in a series." ”

"Do you really think that after cultivating for a while, you will be invincible in the world?" Zhang Qingfeng sneered, took out an iron rod from behind his waist, and did not look like a mortal soldier.

Gu Zixu was a little resentful, since he stepped into cultivation, he had been focusing on honing his physical body, and his confidence had increased greatly, and he couldn't wait to show his strength.

"Old Shen, don't do it yet, I'll meet him first!"

Zhang Qingfeng laughed, without taking him into account at all, including Chu Tiange behind him, only Shen Hao deserves his attention.

Shen Hao originally wanted to lend him the Flying Frost Sword, but Gu Zixu shirked it on the grounds that he was not used to it, and instead took out a pair of black iron fists from his arms and put them on his hands.

When Zhang Qingfeng saw this scene, he laughed and said: "I dare to take it out even if I have iron, my tungsten star cold iron rod is a beginner-level treasure weapon, and it is not something that your broken fist can resist at all." ”

Gu Zixu didn't care, and said sarcastically: "Why, do you always fight with your mouth, if that's the case, then I'm willing to admit defeat and admit that your mouth work is very good!" ”

Zhang Qingfeng's expression sank, the soles of his feet stepped heavily on the ground, and he waved the tungsten star cold iron rod with one hand, and a piercing cold air emanated from the stick.

Suddenly, snowflakes appeared around him, a layer of white frost condensed on the ground, and the temperature in the entire air dropped rapidly.

It seems to be a random stick, but it contains exquisite martial arts skills.

"Be careful, half of his foot has already stepped into the hole!" Although Chu Tiange is not an opponent, his eyesight is still good, and he can see Zhang Qingfeng's depth at a glance.

Shen Hao also looked solemn, clenching the Flying Frost Sword in his hand, if something happened to Gu Zixu, he would definitely rush out as soon as possible and save him.

In Zhang Qingfeng's body, Gu Zixu felt a lot of pressure, and he felt a little empty in his heart, he just wanted to pretend to be forced, but he didn't expect the other party's strength to reach this level.

"Boy, see if your strength is as powerful as your mouth!"

Zhang Qingfeng roared, his voice was like Hong Zhong Dalu, deafening, turning into a fierce wind and surging towards the valley.

His feet kicked the ground, as fast as a giant ape, and in an instant, he rushed to the front of Gu Zixu, raised his stick with both hands, and swung it down.

A cold air rushed to his face, Gu Zixu looked up, and saw a huge stick shadow pressed down, as if an ice peak had fallen down.

You must know that this is a beginner-level treasure, and the fist glove in his hand is just mortal iron made of metal.

Thinking of this, Gu Zixu did not touch him, his legs were slightly bent, his body was short, and he showed a mysterious footwork, and instantly came behind Zhang Qingfeng and punched violently.

"Haha!"

Zhang Qingfeng hit the air with a stick, laughed loudly, immediately twisted the tiger's waist, swung the stick with his backhand, and slashed behind him.

He is not only tall and powerful, but his strength is amazing, and at the same time, his reaction speed is also quite fast, and he does not give Gu Zi a chance at all.

is worthy of being a martial artist who has stepped into the cave with half a foot, after Zhang Qingfeng got that drop of dragon blood, his cultivation skyrocketed, and his strength far exceeded the same realm.

Facing the tungsten star cold iron rod coming from above, Gu Zixu had no room to retreat at all, so he could only fight hard, his right fist was clenched, mobilizing all the aura in his body, and he punched it.

"Bang!"

The strength of the Tungsten Star Cold Iron Bar was surprisingly great, and as soon as it collided, Gu Zixu felt an overwhelming force sweep through his arm and send him flying.

"Bang bang bang!"

Gu Zixu's body broke three big trees before he could stop, he felt that his five fingers hurt, his arms seemed to be broken, and the qi and blood in his body were surging wildly.

"With this strength, you still want to pretend to be forced?" Zhang Qingfeng put the Tungsten Star Cold Iron Rod on his shoulder, smiled disdainfully, and then looked at Shen Hao, the killing intent in his eyes skyrocketed.

Shen Hao saw that Gu Zixu was fine, so he also relieved his heart, stepped forward with a sword in one hand, came to a position ten meters in front of Zhang Qingfeng, and stopped.

Neither of them made a move, but in the clearing between them, there was a sound of metal clashing.

This is their momentum clashing, seemingly ordinary, but in fact extremely dangerous.

"Eighteen sticks to break the sky!"

Zhang Qingfeng moved, displayed a set of Xuan-level beginner-level martial arts, and with a stick in both hands, he swept through thousands of armies and slashed towards Shen Hao.

I have to say that although Zhang Qingfeng's conduct is average, his attainments on the stick are not weak.

The eighteen stick techniques, wave after wave, became stronger and stronger, completely sealing the space in all directions of Shen Hao.

A strong wind with a popping sound.

Chu Tiange Gu Zixu on the side saw this scene, he was sweating for Shen Hao, if he was hit by this stick, it was estimated that his bones would be smashed.

Zhang Qingfeng's face also showed a smug smile, looking at Shen Hao's eyes as if he were looking at a dead person.

However, everyone underestimated Shen Hao's speed.

As Shen Hao stepped out, his figure moved rapidly, dodging back and forth among the eighteen stick shadows, and every time the iron rod brushed his body surface, he didn't suffer any injuries.

From a distance, Zhang Qingfeng's stick technique was impermeable, and eighteen stick shadows appeared, but Shen Hao was like one minute and eighteen, and the speed was so fast that there were already afterimages.

"It's such a fast speed, this kid must have another adventure."

Zhang Qingfeng's expression sank, no matter how his stick technique changed, Shen Hao seemed to be able to predict the prophet, and took the first step to dodge the attacking iron rod.

Shen Hao can be invincible with Xuanji steps, but he knows that the birth of the innate Xuanhuang Qi has a time limit, and once the time passes, then the innate Xuanhuang Qi will return to its origin.

"Blazing Stick Method!" Zhang Qingfeng twisted his five fingers, and the true qi in his body poured into the Tungsten Star Cold Iron Bar along his arm.

Suddenly, the cold qi on the stick was replaced by a scorching breath, turned into a flaming stick, and stabbed towards Shen Hao.

Shen Hao no longer dodged this time, holding the sword with one hand, his arm shook, and the Flying Frost Sword swam on the Tungsten Star Cold Iron Rod, completely diverting the power above, and slashing at Zhang Qingfeng's wrist with one blow.

"What a clever swordsmanship!" Zhang Qingfeng's face changed, and he had no choice but to let go, gave up the Tungsten Star Cold Iron Rod, and retreated backwards.

Shen Hao showed a smile and wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but at this moment, the innate Xuanhuang Qi not far away suddenly trembled and began to slowly descend towards the ground.