Walking out of Shrek, Cheng Xiao's expression gradually became solemn, without any happiness.

With a mouth, he scolded happily.

But the dangers on the road don't go away.

"Where are we going?" Zhu Zhuqing looked at Cheng Xiao, with an irrepressible smile on the corner of his mouth.

Although Cheng Xiao didn't make any promises, her willingness to take her away is enough to explain a lot. For so many years, the uneasiness caused by family pressure seemed to completely dissipate at this moment.

With all the pressure in her heart gone, Zhu Zhuqing felt a lot more relaxed, and she no longer had a cold face, her smile made her cheeks a little more angry, and her temperament also changed.

Cheng Xiao raised his head, his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the night: "Heaven Dou City." ”

After a moment of silence, he retracted his gaze and landed on Zhu Zhuqing, and then summoned a hexagonal ant: "Take it." Later, if anything happens, leave me alone and run away as fast as you can. ”

"What about you?" Zhu Zhuqing was stunned, and he didn't know why.

"I hope I'm worried."

Cheng Xiao shook his head, didn't say much, and quickened his pace. Zhu Zhuqing looked at the hexagonal ant in his hand, biting his lip, as if he had thought of something, but his eyes were firm, and he still chased after it.

The road from Shrek to Soto City is three or four kilometers, which is not too far.

But Cheng Xiao didn't want to stay in Soto City for long.

If it's too late, it's better to leave as soon as possible. Cheng Xiao always had a big stone in his heart.

However, the worst situation has emerged!

In the middle of the road, a man dressed in a linen robe obscured his entire figure, revealing only a chin with a scruffy beard and a slight vicissitudes of decadence under the shadow.

Cheng Xiao's eyes froze and stopped, Zhu Zhuqing didn't know why, so he also stopped, and looked at the man who looked like a beggar with a slightly confused look.

However, in Zhu Zhuqing's perception, the beggar did not have the slightest strong breath on his body, and he did not even have the slightest fluctuation of soul power.

She was quite puzzled why Cheng Xiao looked like a great enemy.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Zhuqingdai's eyebrows frowned slightly.

"You go first! Mark my words! Cheng Xiao didn't take his eyes off the man who was blocking the way, his muscles tensed, and he said.

Zhu Zhuqing hesitated, and a look of hesitation appeared on his face.

"Let's go!"

Cheng Xiao shouted loudly, and Zhu Zhuqing gritted his silver teeth and bypassed the beggar-looking man.

The man did not embarrass Zhu Zhuqing, his target was Cheng Xiao, and he did not have any interest in Zhu Zhuqing.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhuqing immediately released the martial soul after walking a certain distance, increasing his speed to the extreme, and disappeared in front of him in a blink of an eye.

"Holy Son of the Martial Spirit Palace?" The man's voice was hoarse and low, with a hint of coldness.

"Tang Hao?"

Cheng Xiao took a deep breath, her face slightly condensed.

He had long expected that when the identity of the Holy Son of the Martial Spirit Hall was revealed, Tang Hao would most likely not let him go.

It is precisely because of this that before leaving, he angrily scolded Shrek and vented his previous sullenness. The left and right are going to be blocked by Tang Hao, scold first!

Sure enough, as he expected, Tang Hao appeared!

"Looks like you know quite a bit." Tang Hao slowly raised his head, revealing a slightly vicissitudes of cheeks.

The godless eyes looked a little chaotic, but there was a cold light, and the killing intent was thick, which made the temperature around him drop a lot.

Tang Hao originally planned to find an opportunity to punish Cheng Xiao a little, but he didn't plan to make a heavy hand, which could be regarded as a lesson for him to hurt Tang San.

However, in less than a day, he learned that this kid turned out to be the Holy Son of the Martial Spirit Palace!

When he first learned the news, Tang Hao was shocked and angry.

Wuhun Hall had a grudge against him for killing his wife, but he let the Holy Son of Wuhun Hall live under his nose for so long!

Thinking that his wife, Ah Yin, was now just a small blue silver grass, and could not make any response in the face of his confiding day and night, Tang Hao's heart gushed with endless killing intent.

It's ridiculous that he let the enemy jump around under his nose for so long!

Even in his absence, he severely injured his son!

Thinking of this, Tang Hao no longer planned to let Cheng Xiao leave, he wanted to use the blood of the Holy Son of the Martial Spirit Hall to pay tribute to his dead wife! Avenge your son!

"Since you know that I am Tang Hao, then you should understand, why I found you, right?" Tang Hao said lightly.

He used his soul power, and the sense of oppression gradually increased, and the air around him became more and more viscous and solemn, making it a little difficult for Cheng Xiao to breathe.

Cheng Xiao's expression was calm, and the alarm bell sounded in her heart.

Zhu Zhuqing's strength was too weak, but the Great Soul Master naturally couldn't feel Tang Hao's pressure, and even mistook him for a beggar.

But Cheng Xiao was different, at the first glance he saw Tang Hao, he released the Shadow Realm, and a powerful spiritual power enveloped this space.

As the youngest Titled Douluo in the whole continent, Tang Hao's talent is undoubted, although he is seriously injured, his control of soul power is still meticulous, if it is not for the same Titled Douluo, it is absolutely difficult to detect the slightest fluctuation of soul power from him.

But in Cheng Xiao's realm, Tang Hao was like an extremely obvious scorching sun, which even made his spiritual sea feel a slight tingling.

"Hehe, avenge your wife and son, right?"

Cheng Xiao didn't act rashly, he tried to delay time as much as possible, he knew his strength, even if Tang Hao was injured now, it would be difficult for him to kill Tang Hao.

Of course, he is not powerless to fight back now, with the Shadow Legion and Yegrit, he can't kill Tang Hao, and it is still no big problem to delay time.

It's a big deal, let the sleeping Silver Dragon King of the Sea of Spirits take action!

After living in his spiritual sea for so long, it's not too much to collect some rent, right?

Moreover, if he is killed, the Dragon Valley map will also disappear with him, will the Silver Dragon King dare to let him have an accident?

"Now that you know, there shouldn't be any complaints! The revenge of killing your wife, as the holy son of the Martial Spirit Palace, this revenge will be avenged from you first! ”

Tang Hao suddenly released the martial soul, and a huge iron hammer appeared in the palm of his hand, and nine soul rings rose under his feet.

In the rhythm of the soul ring, the ninth soul ring emitted a crimson light, and a powerful soul power fluctuation spread, revealing the oppression of the 100,000-year soul ring.

"Let me ask you one more thing, why did you deliberately approach that little girl named Xiao Wu?"

Tang Hao didn't rush to make a move, a forty-seventh-level soul sect didn't pose any threat to him, and it could be solved with one hammer.

The key is whether Xiao Wu's identity is exposed, and whether the Wuhun Hall knows!

That's what he cares about most!

If the Martial Spirit Hall has gotten the news now, there will be no time for Xiao San to cultivate a relationship with that soft bone rabbit, he must hurry up!

If the news hadn't leaked, he wouldn't have intervened, let Xiao San and her develop, and finally decide how to let Xiao San make his own decisions.

But no matter what, that 100,000-year-old soft bone rabbit must not fall into the hands of the Wuhun Palace!

(End of chapter)