"I heard that the Third Holy Son came to the martial arts arena in this God Refining Pass, would you like to come up and have a fight?" The voice of the young man with the sword on his back spread like thunder in the small martial arts arena, and the saint-level powerhouses who were sitting in a group cast their eyes one after another.

Seeing that someone was talking to him by name, Chen Hao stood up from the audience, his eyes flashing with purple light, and he looked up and down at the young man with a long sword in front of him.

"It's okay to learn from each other, but I don't know who your Excellency is?" Chen Hao and the man with the sword on his back looked at each other and asked.

"The Second Holy Son of the Clan, Sword Xuanfeng!" The man with the sword on his back opened his mouth and laughed, and his temperament was very hearty.

"Second Holy Son Sword Xuanfeng!"

"I didn't expect this son to come!"

"Jian Xuanfeng is known for being aggressive in the clan, and only the First Holy Son can subdue him among his peers. This third holy son was also unlucky, and he actually touched it. The saint-level powerhouses present all had a look of good show, and countless eyes were looking at Chen Hao, they were all waiting for Chen Hao's reaction from the newly promoted Holy Son.

"Chen Hao boy, Jian Xuanfeng stepped into the ancestral level a few years ago, you are just a physical step into the ancestral level, the soul fire level is too far behind him, and it is too embarrassing to fight with him, so you don't have to fight for a while. Sitting beside Chenhao, St. Morrico put one hand on his shoulder, signaling him to be calm. And the white-clothed saint took out a fan out of thin air and gently fanned it in front of him, completely looking like a young man, as if Chen Hao was named and had nothing to do with him.

"Did you step into the ancestral level a few years ago? Maybe I can fight him!" A gleam flashed in Chen Hao's eyes, and he arched his hand to the Molico who had admonished him, and then flew out of the air from the audience, stepping on the void and coming to the front of the Second Holy Son, Sword Xuanfeng.

"Okay! My sword Xuanfeng didn't see the wrong person! Since you dare to take over my field, you are my friend. When I can fight, I will suppress the soul fire to the emperor level. Jian Xuanfeng smiled heartily. The sword on his back actually began to tremble slightly, as if he was as excited as his master.

"The Second Holy Son doesn't have to be like this, the competition is all based on his own strength, victory or defeat is just another matter. Chen Hao refused the other party's request, and his hands were attached behind his back, with the temperament of a grandmaster.

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"It seems that there is a good show to watch today, so let's make some room for the juniors. The Nether Sage, who was in the arena in the center of the arena, put away the silver-black flames he emitted. Then he and the Celestial Scar Sword Saint opposite him left the martial arts arena ring wrapped in a god-level defensive array.

Seeing that the two saint-level powerhouses had made room for themselves, Chen Hao and Jian Xuanfeng bowed to the two saints at the same time, and then the two slowly landed in the ring, and the battle was about to break out!

"Two holy sons, you can't fight in the ring, as long as one side surrenders, I will stop your battle, you know?" An old man in charge of the martial arts arena briefly said the rules to Chen Hao and the two, and the two nodded at the same time, and the old man clasped his hands and slapped several palms in the ring. Four golden curtains of light rose from around the ring.

"Let's try the ancestor-level physical combat power first!" Chen Hao's eyes narrowed, staring at Jian Xuanfeng who was standing not far in front of him, his right fist clenched, and a purple soul fire instantly spread out and wrapped his right arm.

Chen Hao kicked his legs, his body strength was tenacious, his body flew out like a cannonball, his right arm was raised high, and he smashed towards Jian Xuanfeng!

"Good time!"

Jian Xuanfeng, who had not moved, felt Chen Hao's fierce fist style. Raised his right palm and slapped it directly.

A layer of bronze streamer suddenly appeared on the slightly pale flesh palm, as if the texture of jade wrapped Jian Xuanfeng's right palm. "Bang" and Chen Hao's punch came into close contact.

"Huh?" With a light sigh, a force beyond his imagination came from Chen Hao's fist, Jian Xuanfeng's eyes widened suddenly, a bronze light flashed in his pupils, and his body pressed forward.

Between the lightning and flint, Chen Hao saw the expression on the other party's face clearly. Knowing that this Second Holy Son was too light on the enemy and suffered a loss, his right fist jerked back, and his body began to distance himself from the other party.

"Second Holy Son, be careful!"

"Earth Crack Fist!"

The retreating figure suddenly stopped, and Chen Hao clasped his hands in front of his chest. Then raised high, two purple soul flames rose into the sky, turning into two thick arm phantoms in mid-air, the purple light on the phantoms of these two arms flowed, and as Chen Hao slashed forward, these two arm phantoms roared with a sound of breaking the sky, and rushed to the top of Jian Xuanfeng's head.

"Ancestral Combat Skill: Xuanyu Palm!"

Jian Xuanfeng felt the power of Chen Hao's blow, and his momentum was actually not weaker than the attack issued by an ancestor-level beginner. He spread his feet apart and came to the ring, his right palm turned upward, the emerald flames condensed at his right palm, and the same huge palm phantom covered the blasting fists with a fierce momentum.

"Boom!"

The fist shadow and the giant palm shattered at the touch of a button, and two different soul fires exploded in the mid-air of the ring, turning into countless small fireballs that flew outward, crackling like raindrops hitting the golden light curtain that rose around the ring.

"Xuanyu Serial Palm!"

After blocking Chen Hao's blow, Jian Xuanfeng's figure moved slightly, and the soles of his feet seemed to have a gust of wind, and in an instant, he had come to a place nearly five meters in front of Chen Hao. The palms glowed with emerald flames, and they slapped towards Chen Hao in the air.

Several palm prints approached, Chen Hao's pupils contracted suddenly, and he took a deep breath suddenly, his fists glowed with silver brilliance, and a concussive force burst out on his fists.

"Baquan!"

Chen Hao's fists slammed forward, and the silver-white brilliance enveloped his fists, as if several meteors crossed in front of him, blocking all the jade-colored palm prints emitted by the sword Xuanfeng.

"Bang bang bang!"

As soon as each punch came into contact with the opponent's palm print, Chen Hao felt a force that surpassed the initial level of the ancestor level coming, and his body involuntarily took dozens of steps back. Jian Xuanfeng, who was not far in front of Chen Hao, saw that Chen Hao began to retreat, and laughed, "If the Third Holy Son has this ability, it is better to admit defeat early!"

Jian Xuanfeng said as he clasped his palms together in front of his chest, and a rich jade-colored flame condensed between his palms, and the jade texture between his hands became more and more intense.

"Ancestral Combo Technique: Xuanyu Break!"

The jade-colored flames turned into paste in Jian Xuanfeng's hands, and finally began to crystallize little by little, wrapping his palms like ice cubes without any gaps, and he took a few steps under his feet, and the extremely short distance between the two was crossed in an instant, and his palms were gently pushed out and imprinted on Chen Hao's body!

At this time, Chen Hao was maintaining a flesh-and-blood body, and the other party hit him closely, and the hairs on his whole body stood up!

At this critical moment, a touch of black lines burst out from Chen Hao's eyebrows, and these mysterious lines instantly crawled all over Chen Hao's body like tattoos, and ten times the strength of his body exploded!

Chen Hao, who was retreating, borrowed the strength of his body that had increased tenfold and slammed his feet into the ground of the ring, and the purple soul fire surged, and at this time, he also raised his palms and greeted the opponent's crystallized palms!

"Boom!"

A touch of jade brilliance erupted between the palms of the two of them, and a strong wave of qi flew outward, setting off a burst of violent smoke and dust, enveloping the two people who were fighting in the ring.

Then a figure flew out of the smoke and dust under the gaze of a saint-level powerhouse! And this person was the second holy son who had always maintained a confident smile, Jian Xuanfeng!

PS: Today's second shift is sent, and the leg hair is here to reveal the outbreak time, probably starting next Monday, with a minimum of three shifts per day, everyone prepares tickets in advance, hehe. (To be continued.) )