As the saying goes, anger arises from the heart, and evil arises from the side of the gall.

Wang Hao felt the vitality surging in his body, and grinned, the frog at the bottom of the well is the frog at the bottom of the well after all, no matter how loud the cry is, it just makes people look at it twice, and I, after all, am the golden scales, and I will turn into a dragon when I encounter the wind and clouds.

Looking at Wang Hao who was slowly coming over, Mu Chuan's calm face was a little guarded, and he looked at Mr. Mo under the shade of the tree, who did not move except for raising his eyelids and glancing at the old man in black behind Wang Hao, and the old god was still cold.

Since Mr. acquiesced, I also happened to see how the results of his cultivation during this period of time were, and this domineering son-in-law should also teach him a lesson so that he knows what it means to be a person outside of people. Mu Chuan thought so in his heart, skillfully operating the vitality in his body.

In the eyes of the unwitting residents of the town, the two handsome young men should congratulate each other and express their joy, but they don't know that there is already a dark tide surging in the interior.

When the two men were less than ten steps apart, a strange vision suddenly emerged in the quiet street. Both of them burst into force, one strode to the other party, and after a short look, the two teenagers saw a little surprise in each other's eyes.

The arrow had to be launched, and there was no time to think about why the opponent would make such a move.

"Bump!"

After an overlapping muffled sound, both of them took a few steps back, grinning and rubbing the hit part, Wang Hao punched, Mu Chuan palmed, this round was a draw.

Wang Hao exhaled a breath of turbidity, his left arm was slightly numb, and he was ashamed and angry in his heart, ashamed that the mud leg on the other side could still stand after being punched by him, and he was angry that he didn't beat him down. It must be known that this cultivator's physique has been cleansed by vitality, and it is not as fragile as ordinary people, although cultivators use magic yuan weapons as the main means of attack, but they can't ignore the strength of their fists and feet, and cultivators who have advanced cultivation can even be invulnerable to ordinary swords, and there are also people who tear tigers and leopards alive, not to mention such advanced cultivators, only that Wang Hao's cultivation of the middle level of Ning Yuan, the strongest guard in the family who can punch is difficult to parry, and he is just a fifteen-year-old rich and noble brother.

Mu Chuan rubbed his stomach, his eyes were full of doubts, Mr. Mo said, although the practitioners of magic are not as thick-skinned as those who specialize in body forging, they are already rare and strong people among the world, that Wang Hao slapped himself, although it was not easy to look at, but his left arm did not lose his movement, could it be...

Practitioners!

Both of them were startled by the thought that popped into their heads. Everyone said that there was no one cultivator in ten thousand miles, why did there be two in this small Qingping Town.

"Come back with mud legs, and the cheap seed from a poor and sour place will dare to compare with me Wang Hao?!" Wang Hao roared angrily, if his earth-level fire yuan body can't even beat this poor sour boy, what else can he practice?

"Who do you mean by being a?!" the young man's words were mixed with anger.

"Young Master Ben is talking about you!The cheap seed born of cheap things!" Wang Hao, who was carried away by anger, had already thrown the poetry and etiquette out of the clouds.

Mu Chuan's eyes were red, but he didn't say a word, just his feet slammed hard, and the person had crashed into the young man in Chinese clothes!

"Bump!"

Wang Hao didn't expect that Mu Chuan seemed to be crazy, and in the face of his powerful downpercut, instead of dodging and blocking, in order to get close to himself, he received a punch with his ribs, and after that, Mu Chuan also hit him hard in the neck with an elbow blow.

Both of them stumbled in unison, taking a few steps backwards against the injured part.

"Ahem. Mai Shao Young coughed, and a bright red overflowed from the slight itching of his throat, and spit out from the tip of his tongue, a few fishy sweetness.

"Hmph. The young man in Chinese clothes snorted, and a stream of heat slowly flowed out of his nose and slid along his lips, a wisp of warmth.

Both of them stopped talking, silently assessing their injuries, but on the surface, the two teenagers may no longer be able to compete with their fists and feet.

After a long time, the two slowly stood up and looked at each other coldly.

Seeing that Wang Hao was still able to stand up freely, the old man in black relaxed his tense muscles slightly, if Wang Hao's injury was more serious, he was afraid that he would have to take action.

If a cultivator of their kind makes a move here, this Qingping Town is afraid that most of them will be killed or injured, although the cultivator is the land immortal for ordinary people, but for no reason to kill and injure so many people, not to mention how the sect will punish him, he is not the evil demon who cultivates the way of killing, but the heart demon does not know how much stronger, and the difficulty of breaking through in the future will be doubled.

However, for himself, Wang Hao's importance is always in the first place. However, the young man on the other side, the quality of the Yuan body is not low, if my Yuan Sect also receives this Mai boy, he will definitely be able to rank among the first-class sects within a hundred years. The old man's heart was a little surging, but when he thought of the person opposite, he secretly gave up this heart-warming conjecture.

Wang Hao silently stared at the young man opposite, and finally his face was cloudless and light, and his white face was mixed with a trace of pain, a trace of sadness, but the most was a distorted anger.

Wang Hao's heart was extremely comfortable, as long as it wasn't that look, it didn't matter to him, of course, it would be better if he added a little fear.

The vitality slowly moved through the meridians, bringing a hint of relief as it flowed through the wounded area, but it was a drop in the bucket for the tidal wave of pain. Mu Chuan didn't miss the slightest soothing, and gathered all the vitality in the meridians in the sea of knowledge, his eyes slightly closed, and he silently recited the formula.

The sun was slightly slanting, but the strange thing was that the air around the young man in Chinese clothes seemed a little blurry, and a locust leaf fell on his shoulder, and after a while, there was no water curled up, but it was the heat surge, baking the water of the leaves until it evaporated!

And the young man in sackcloth was also peculiar, the sweat-soaked clothes from the previous fight also quietly climbed up a few patches of white frost, needless to say, these two gave up physical confrontation and turned to using magic to make enemies.

Mr. Mo looked at the confrontation between the two of them, and just shook his head, these two of them have no rules, they are just fighting by instinct, it seems that after a while, Mu Chuan will have to take more lessons. However, when I saw the condensed vitality, I was still a little surprised in my heart, although this high-grade yuan body can be cultivated faster, and the quality of the converted vitality is also better, but these two people are obviously a little beyond the level, interesting, interesting. Mr. Mo lightly twisted his white beard and thought secretly.

Unlike Mr. Mo's leisurely attitude, the atmosphere of the two has reached its peak in the field.

"Condensation!"

"Gather!"

A soft drink, two voices, sounded at the same time.

A trace of flame emerged from Wang Hao's fingertips, and in a short time it had jumped to a foot high, and with the young man's soft shout, it slowly shrank, and finally gathered into a fireball the size of a baby's head.

And Muchuan is not much different, a little Wang Lan first appeared in the palm, and then sprung up like mushrooms after the rain, growing slowly, and finally the ice blade that was more than a foot long no longer spread.

After completing this step, both of them were a little tired, and there was no vitality left in Zhihai.

"Hurry!"

The two teenagers both spit out a word, and the two objects shot out, although the two of them intended to manipulate the things transformed by their own vitality to attack the other side, but after they got out, both of them had weak legs, and sat on the ground with their butts, panting heavily.

"Huh..."

Since ancient times, water and fire have been incompatible, and the condensed cultivators are no exception, the two things that have lost their master's control collide in the air, and after a slight sound, the two dissolve each other, leaving only a white mist enveloping the two of them.

In the mist, although he couldn't see the specific situation clearly, Wang Hao knew that the other party was fine, and as soon as he thought of this, Wang Hao punched the ground with hatred.

A slight "ding" made him recall the baby on his wrist.

This thing is the talisman given to him by the master of the Yuanmen, and after he refines it, the mind is connected, and it can be big or small. There is no need for extra energy to urge. Although it is a protective thing, but this thing is a big killing weapon for low cultivation, this thing is made of the carapace of the golden-tailed human-faced scorpion, this scorpion shell is extremely hard, and the adult scorpion has the strength of the Lingtai realm, if the poisonous hook is accidentally hit, the high-level cultivators of the Lingtai will have to break their arms to survive.

Although there is no such powerful poisonous effect after refining, for a small cultivator who has not yet established a foundation, it is tantamount to killing a chicken with a knife.

Thinking about this, he had lost his mind after being tortured to the extreme by shame and anger, although at first he just wanted him to learn a lesson.

Hatefully taking off the talisman element, Wang Hao used his last strength to throw it out.

Die, mud legs!