Chapter 1092 The Familiar Eyes Arena The situation in the ring changed extremely quickly. Before most of the barbarians in the square could react at all, they saw that Lang Angxiong had had his arm cut off and was rescued by the old man.

"This ......"

After the space was closed, everyone looked at each other, some of them couldn't react, and in each other's eyes, they all saw surprise and incredulity.

Lang Angxiong, a freak cultivated by the Barbarian Clan, was defeated, and one of his arms was cut off?

Scrapped!

The freaks who have worked hard and spent endless years cultivating the Barbarian Ancient Clan have been abolished once, and when they think about it, the people of the Barbarian Ancient Clan are going to vomit blood.

With one arm missing, even if Lang Angxiong is not decadent, his strength will be greatly reduced, and I believe it is no longer a problem.

"...... Uproar"

Suddenly the scene was full of flowers, all the barbarians were red-eyed, roaring towards the sky, beating their chests, one by one excited, excited and roaring loudly, catharsis, for a while the noise was like muffled thunder, unable to stop.

Ever since Lang Ang Bear appeared, it had been like a mountain pressing on their heads, suffocating and breathless, and today, the mountain had finally been destroyed.

How can they not be happy?

What's more, after catching a glimpse of the beast god order on Feng Hao's waist, many barbarians surrounded him and beat him, shouting excitedly one by one, and they didn't treat him as an outsider at all.

However, if it weren't for his strong physique, these fists would have smashed into pimples, even if they were iron-beaten.

"Huh!"

Feng Hao also greeted them proudly, and he didn't have any strong posture, nor did he hold his own identity.

"Hoo ......"

The sacrificial old man sighed slightly, and glanced at the five patriarchs around him, all of whom saw the joy in each other's eyes.

This blow to the Barbarian Clan is big enough!

"Silence!"

Seeing that they had been making trouble for a while, the sacrificial old man opened his mouth, and after the scene slowly quieted down, he announced, "Continue to compete!"

The competition continued, Feng Hao did not participate, but stood aside with Huang Tianyun and waited.

"Your Excellency!"

At the command of the sacrificial elder, one of the guards of the Beast God Temple walked down, came to Feng Hao's side, and exclaimed in a respectful tone.

The strong are respected, and the strength that Feng Hao showed just now has already won his respect.

"Something?"

Feng Hao smiled.

"Lord Priest, please go up. ”

The guard said respectfully, with a fiery look in his eyes.

The Terran man in front of him was not very old, but he had a terrifying strength, which he couldn't compare to at all, so he could only look up.

You must know that Lu Dao, in the past few years, he saw that the elites of the Zun clan had also suffered a big loss under Lang Angxiong, how could he be like him, cut off Lang Angxiong's arm, but he was still like a person who had nothing to do, his face was not red and he was not panting, as if he had done something insignificant.

"Good!"

Feng Hao looked up and saw that the old man was smiling kindly at him, he was slightly stunned, and then he agreed, and walked towards the Beast God Temple with the guards.

He sacrificed the kindness of the old man because of the battle he had with Lang Angxiong just now.

Indeed, he did the barbarians a great favor, got rid of the big trouble, and he also had the Beast God Decree as a friend, which was nothing, so he didn't think much about it.

"Master, wait for me. ”

Huang Tianyun exhaled in his mouth, followed him with a fart, and followed.

This guy is a typical follower, and no matter whether Feng Hao is happy or not, he follows closely, acting as a follower and bodyguard.

On the surface, he seems to be the cultivation of the Wuzun realm, and it is easy to be ignored, so every time he makes a move, he can give the enemy an unexpected surprise.

"Worship the lords, the five patriarchs. ”

Came to the Beast God Temple, Feng Hao greeted them politely.

The patriarchs of the five venerable clans were really unusual, and in them, Feng Hao felt an aura that was no less than that of the palace master of Xuantian Palace, Yan Aotian and other realm powerhouses.

Although they have suppressed it as much as possible, the small wisp that occasionally overflows is suffocating.

Feng Hao understood that if these people really wanted to kill themselves, a wisp of qi would be enough, and in front of them, he would be as small as an ant!

"Ha Lu Ha!"

The sacrificial old man smiled loudly, shook Feng Hao's hands very enthusiastically, and said, "Thanks to your help this time, little brother, otherwise, I would have been angry with those rebellions, old man." ”

"Where, where, it's just a gesture. ”

Being praised by him like this, Feng Hao was a little embarrassed and responded politely, but his unintentional words made the hearts of the patriarchs of the five venerable clans twitch.

As easy as lifting a finger?!

Well, judging from the situation just now, it is indeed just a gesture, and there has been no hard fight at all.

After thinking of his special identity, the five patriarchs were relieved, and a relaxed smile appeared on their faces.

"My little brother and I went in first, and I'll leave it to you here. ”

The sacrificial old man explained to the five of them, and then led Feng Hao, as well as Huang Tianyun, and the three of them walked into the Beast God Temple together.

For the sake of Feng Hao, he can't even take care of the hundred clans.

It can be seen that what is Feng Hao's status in his heart, since the last time the sacrificial old man of the Tianwu Continent sent him a message, he has been waiting for this day, and he has finally waited!

"Meet the beast god. ”

Walked into the temple of the beast god, the old man was full of sincerity, knelt down, and bowed respectfully to the statue of the beast god, and performed the big salute.

Feng Hao, on the other hand, looked at the eyes that emerged from the clouds and mist......

These eyes are sharp and majestic, ordinary, no one dares to look directly at these eyes, but Feng Hao is not afraid, on the contrary, he has always felt that these eyes seem to have seen them somewhere, but he has never remembered them.

"Where have you seen it?"

Looking directly at those supreme eyes, Feng Hao's brows slowly squeezed into a pile, crouching into a 'several' word.

The beast god of the barbarian tribe is ethereal, and no one has even remembered the appearance, so this beast god sculpture does not even have a specific shape, which makes people doubt whether it really exists.

And Feng Hao himself has a strange familiarity with these eyes, which makes him feel inexplicable.

If you really met the beast god, how could you not remember it?

"Maybe it's just a little similar, right?"

Feng Hao exhaled and didn't think much about it.

It's useless to think about this thing, if he really sees it, he believes that he will definitely remember it one day.