Yuan Hao knew that this time he had encountered an unprecedented enemy, and the surrounding areas were all flat grasslands, and there was nowhere to hide, so the only way to survive was to go in the direction of Fuxian Town. That person can smash stones in the air and turn them into powder, all by relying on the fierce and incomparably strong palm, from the outside in, directly destroying the stone core of the stone, such a wonderful technique, which shows that the enemy's martial arts are high, and they are better than Dong Chen and Dong Tongshi.

He had no chance of winning at all, and there was still some distance from Fuxian Town, so he had no choice but to ask, "You...... You, dare to ask...... Huhu, Your Excellency is ...... Huhu, who is it, the superior senior?" In his heart, he understood that this person must be a master of the Law Holy Sect.

When the man heard this, he laughed coldly, and said with disdain: "Boy, the old man has come with you all the way from the hiding cave, and he knows very well that you are a scheming and shrewd person, and you don't have to play such a tricky trick with the old man, and the old man will not eat you. As he spoke, he snorted.

Boom, boom, but listening to three loud noises in a row, Yuan Hao felt that there was wind in the back of his head again, and the situation was urgent, so he hurriedly shrank his head to avoid it. These attacks hit the air in a volley, and the sound was very loud, as if they hit a thunderbolt in mid-air, and if they hit the road or farmland, the situation would be like the big pebble just now, which would collapse into powder when it landed.

On the road from this fork in the road to Fuxian Town, I don't know how many rough woods, stones, and farmland were slapped by that man's palm, or collapsed or destroyed, and all of them were destroyed.

Yuan Hao saw those destroyed things, and he was afraid in his heart, and his unwillingness suddenly became angry. When he was holding the judge's mallet in the Fuxian faction, he didn't know any martial arts, and he relied on a stupid spirit to let Wu Dog Rong and Song Tianxiong catch their arms and people, and they couldn't break free, and the feeling of powerlessness is still unforgettable.

At this time, he was forced by this person to run wildly and dodge, as if he had touched the scene, and the weakness and regret of half a month ago were heavily pressed on his body, which was uncomfortable and unwilling.

It's just that at this critical juncture, Yuan Hao can't care too much, and his unwillingness turns to emerge, and then passes away, and only by running wildly can he survive.

The cold wind rushed towards him, and he saw a burst of soreness, and at the same time, he only felt that the qi in his body was like a hole in the water tank, and the water stored in the tank was flowing more and more, and it was about to bottom out, and the heart had never beaten so fast as it was now, and it was almost about to jump out of his mouth, which was hard to say.

That person's behavior is weird, and he didn't really hurt the killer, but played with Yuan Hao between the palms, only three times each time, and only hit a few more times after a long time, if he almost hit, he would laugh out loud, and if it was too far away, he would snort coldly a few times to show his dissatisfaction.

Whirring, three more rings, the man said coldly, "Yes, yes, your dodging skills are quite good, but how much qi do you still have, hehe, compared to Fang Cai, you are a little slower." It's dying, isn't it?"

When Yuan Hao heard this, he was unwilling again, even gasping for breath, and he was about to shout, "You...... Whew, whew, you're ...... Not ...... No, I, I, huh...... Whew, it's okay! You holy religion...... All, all pigs, no!"

"Hahaha, good, good, what a hard-mouthed boy, Lao Na wants to see, how long can you do more!"

After a short time, the Dao Qi in Yuan Hao's body was finally empty, there was nothing left, and the speed survey slowed down. If the martial artist of the realm of the ruler is exhausted, he will only be a little stronger than ordinary people, and there are very few. Yuan Hao choked and choked his throat, the whole person was vain, staggering, one didn't pay attention, his feet were soft, he actually knocked himself down, rolled forward, and fell with a gray face, his face was covered with blood.

But he didn't have time to cry out in pain, so he turned his head, and at the end of the new month, he saw a figure waiting in front of him, his hands behind his back, and his eyes flashed with a cold light, which looked terrifying and terrifying. This man has a big bald head, is dressed in a yellow robe, and has an old face that is very familiar, but he is a middle-aged monk.

The man laughed again and said, "Boy, you can't do it anymore?" Dao Qi has run out, isn't it? Hmph, since you don't sing, then die!" The right palm was raised slightly, and the air suddenly froze, and a terrifying energy gathered in the palm of the palm.

When Yuan Hao saw this person's face, his heart skipped a beat, his head dizzy, and he scolded angrily in his heart: "It turned out to be him, it turned out to be him! Dorje, the grandfather of the grass turtle, why is he, why is he here?"

This person turned out to be the monk from the Western Regions who supported Shi Tao in the Fuxian Sect that day, Dorje.

At this moment, Yuan Hao remembered that this person was not afraid of the five hegemons of the Martial Law Dao Alliance, although he had only competed with Yuan Rushi Tai for one move, but the two sides were equally divided, regardless of superiority, and he was the master of the Zhenhua Realm. He opened his mouth and snorted, "You...... You are Master Dorje. 」

Dorje was taken aback, his face moved slightly, and he said, "Boy, do you know Lao Na?" After a while, he continued, "But Lao Na doesn't know you, which is interesting. He chuckled.

As soon as he stepped on his right foot, the whole person moved like the wind, silently, and came to Yuan Hao. He grabbed it with his big hand and caught it like a snake's whip. Yuan Hao saw that his eyes had just widened, and before he could react, his breath was suffocated, and the whole person had been lifted.

Dorje grabbed Yuan Hao's collar and shouted coldly, "Say, who are you kid? Why do you know about our Holy Sect's hiding place? Who sent you to burn the Holy Sect's hiding place?"

Yuan Hao had just taken a few breaths, and now he was pulled by the neckline, he couldn't breathe, and when Venus appeared in front of him, he couldn't imagine that he would have to be forced to ask several questions, and he couldn't answer them at all, and the thought in his heart was "I...... I'm going to die?Is Miss Mozhu okay?Is there anything I can do to save myself?"

Seeing that Yuan Hao's face was becoming more and more ugly, and quickly turned from red to purple, Dorje suddenly became playful, and said with a hideous smile: "You kid dares to burn the Holy Sect camp, you can be so bold, even if the old man is willing to spare your life, the true god of the law will not spare it. Hehe, Lao Wei doesn't use martial arts, so let's see if your life is as bold as you?" The other hand followed and grabbed the collar of the green dress, pinched it with the second hand, really didn't use any martial arts, and at the same time raised Yuan Hao high.

Yuan Hao's mouth was open, he couldn't make a sound, it was so uncomfortable, he thought that he was going to die here, he wanted to cry and feel afraid, at first his feet kept struggling, but his legs were too short to kick Dorje. provoked Dorje, who was waiting to watch the play, laughed at him. For some reason, there was a stubborn spirit in his heart, and he was full of anger, remembering the "Easy Concentration Technique" he had practiced, and his heart seemed to be throbbing, and he actually grinned.

Dorje was slightly surprised, only to feel that there was a lot of ridicule in that smile, and he snorted coldly and said angrily, "Boy, what are you laughing at when you are dying?

Yuan Hao's eyes flashed with a strange light, he grinned, his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't speak. He gradually felt exhausted, his resistance became more and more weak, and then he felt drowsy, and even his consciousness was about to go away.