"Look! That's 'Yuan Hao', he's going to die!"

As the exclamations in the crowd continued, Ye Feng turned his head and saw the figure behind Zaken, and his eyes suddenly narrowed.

What a coercion!

The people slowly walked past the seats, and all the Haka tribesmen couldn't help but get out of the way, as if the wolves had lowered their humble heads to make way for their king.

Yunfei gritted his teeth next to him and said:

"Ye Feng, this Yuan Hao is the number one master of the young generation of the Haka tribe, and he is also the old opponent of our Sword Sect, but except for the senior brother who fought him once two years ago, no one can suppress him at all!"

Ye Feng nodded slowly, this is true.

This Yuan Hao, a body of Xuan pressure absolutely exceeds the initial level of the spiritual realm, in the martial arts world of Daqin, the junior level of the spiritual realm around twenty years old, such as Li Huayu, etc., is an absolute genius, and this Yuan Hao can come to participate in the selection of the Holy Son The age must not exceed thirty, and at this age he broke through to the Lingquan realm, which is the dragon and phoenix among the people who are thousands of miles.

When he got closer, he saw that Yuan Hao had a burly figure like a wild warrior, his muscles were like steel, his legs were like rock pillars, and his knife-like face was covered with scars, destroying his facial features into shape, but there was a more terrifying and fierce aura bursting out.

What is particularly eye-catching is the spirit beast bag he is carrying around his waist, the whole body is pitch black, the spirit patterns are complex, and he can feel the surging beast power emitted from it before he opens it, and he doesn't know what a powerful terrifying beast he hides.

"Yuan Hao!

"Haka!

As Yuan Hao walked into the field, the warriors of the Haka tribe roared through the sky, and everyone stood up to cheer for the most powerful hero in their hearts, seeing that the atmosphere in Dazhai had completely ignited to a climax.

Zaken looked at Jing Bu'er and said with a provocative smile: "Hmph, Jing Bu'er, how about it, dare you make a bet with Lao Tzu! Our Yuan Hao alone is enough to beat all the people in your Sword Sect down!"

"I'm bah!" Jing Buer's chest straightened: "Red hair, you will scream, see how my cubs will behead, he screams Dad!"

"Haha! Don't be stubborn, I'll give you three chances!" Zaken raised three fingers: "As long as Yuan Hao defeats the three of you in a row today, the Sword Sect will give me the Blood God Mountain, do you dare?"

Three?

Jing Buji slammed down.

Don't look at his smug appearance at this moment, there is no ambiguity in his heart at all.

Zaken, the old dog, suddenly proposed such a gamble, obviously because he came prepared, and wanted to take the opportunity to clear out the people of the Sword Sect in advance, so that he would not be fooled.

"Don't come to this set!" Jing Buer waved his hand: "Those who have the ability will win first!"

"Hahaha! Fool!" A trace of disappointment flashed in Zaken's eyes, but then a cruel smile flashed again, and he turned to Yuan Hao in the field and roared: "Yuan Hao, for the glory of the Haka God, smash your opponent for me!"

Rumble!

Before the words fell, a blazing fire attribute aura had already emerged from the terrifying man in the field, and the rolling heat seemed to ignite the air, and the endless coercion unceremoniously wreaked havoc on Baili Xiaofan in front of him.

Yuan Hao stretched out a finger, first pointed at Xiaofan, and then shook it in the air: "You, too weak...... Let Mo Jiu endure it!"

Wow.

Baili Xiaofan's face changed with anger at these words, and he was about to refute it, but Mo Jiuren next to him had already jumped into the field:

"Xiaofan, let me come this time!"

"Senior brother...... Baili Xiaofan let out a dark breath: "Be careful!"

"Don't worry!"

Mo Jiuren showed a smile that he thought was handsome, patted Xiaofan's shoulder, and then stood proudly and faced a strong enemy.

"Big brother!"

"Come on, big brother!"

"Brother Nine Ninja, our Boiling Blood Tribe will also cheer you on!"

Here, the crowd also exploded, and the blood burned to the peak.

Mo Jiuren waved his hand at everyone and looked at Yuan Hao: "Hehe, Yuan Hao, I haven't seen you for two years, I will ...... today"

But where would Yuan Hao politely let the opponent finish his opening remarks like a martial artist in Middle-earth.

When he saw Mo Jiu Ren come out, it was like a fried lion seeing his prey, his eyes instantly turned red, his legs kicked, his body had burst out like an arrow off the string, and his right fist smashed the air and exhaled towards Mo Jiu Ren's face.

"Get down on my knees!"

The roar is like thunder, and the fist is like the sea.

Yuan Hao, who was sitting at the front, suddenly felt that when Yuan Hao rushed over, there was a strong wind that swept by, almost overturning them even with the table, and the aftermath was still like this, just ask who dares to resist this overlord head-on.

At this time, Mo Jiuren still didn't forget to be handsome.

He shook his hair in the strong wind, also raised his right fist, swung his rolling Xuanwei, and greeted him with a sneer:

"A barbarian is a barbarian, I don't know the etiquette, let me teach you!"

Swish!

Mo Jiu forbears a punch, splitting from top to bottom, and obtaining the meaning of slashing with a knife technique, turning into a fist, which is also fierce and extraordinary.

He thought that his physical body was strong and he would not lose the wilderness, but just as his fists touched, an unimaginable earth-shattering brute force directly hit his right arm, making him change color.

What the!

Everyone only heard a muffled sound, Mo Jiuren was instantly knocked down and retreated, although his feet did not leave the ground, he stubbornly drew a ravine of more than ten meters, and then sat on the ground in embarrassment.

How could this guy's strength skyrocket so far!

Mo Jiuren looked at his trembling right arm with an unbelievable expression, and felt a tingling sensation, and he couldn't lift it, and where would Yuan Hao give him time to breathe, he directly stepped on the ground, and rushed over again with a bang.

"Monkey of the Sword Sect, today I want you to know what is the invincible power of the Barbarian Warriors, get out of here!"

Another punch came, and the wind rose again in Dazhai.

Yuan Hao is now completely a flame beast that bursts all over his body, the fire helps the fist, it is unmatched, where the punch passes, the burning air is sizzling, and it looks like it is about to hit Mo Jiuren's chest again.

Don't ask!

At the last moment, Mo Jiuren finally took out the knife.

The snow bright sword light was like a waterfall falling from the sky, and it poured fiercely on Yuan Hao's fire fist, finally suppressing the opponent's terrifying attack.

The fists and knives intersected, but there was no blood splashing, Yuan Hao's fist actually smashed on the blade of Mo Jiuren's Xuanbing long knife, only to hear a bang, like a roar of a bell, everyone couldn't help but cover their ears, and then the two retreated one after another, evenly matched.

"Big brother!!"

On the side of the Sword Sect, there was a panic.

Yun Fei remembered jumping vigorously, his eyes full of anxiety.

In the field, Mo Jiuren and Yuan Hao have been entangled together again, although they seem to be evenly divided, but everyone knows that Yuan Hao resisted your long knife with a pair of palms, not to mention that Yuan Hao has not released his own mysterious beast until now, which is stronger and which is weak, it is simply clear at a glance.

"Damn!" Yun Fei clenched his fists fiercely: "How can this person from the Haka tribe be so strong, Senior Brother, he can't bear it!"

Boom, boom!

There was a shocking roar in the field, and everything turned out as Yun Fei said, although Mo Jiuren was holding a blade, he was still smashed back by Yuan Hao's pair of iron fists, and when he got to the back, he could only passively use the long knife as a shield to defend, which was extremely passive.

"Hooray!!"

On the other side, the people of the Haka tribe collectively turned over, constantly roaring and provoking, and many people were provocative and mocking at the Sword Sect, wiping their necks.

"Hairless monkeys, get out of here early!"

"This doesn't belong to you scumbags and weaklings, ahaha!"

The noisy shouting and scolding filled everyone's ears, and they were so angry that people's teeth itched, but they were helpless.

Because even Mo Jiuren is not this Yuan Hao's opponent, who else can help the Sword Sect save face?

And at this moment, Yuan Hao was heard in the field with an earth-shattering shout:

"Get out!!"

Boom.

He raised his fists high, like a god holding up the sky, and smashed down, slamming into the body of Mo Jiuren's knife in unison, and the terrifying power was so hard that Mo Jiuren fell to his knees on the ground, and his mouth was even more excited to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Big brother!"

People exclaimed, but they could only see Yuan Hao flying up and sweeping Mo Jiuren's face, directly kicking the strongest person of the young generation of the Sword Sect away, and flying directly out of Dazhai.

This is completely a copy of Baili Xiaofan's move just now.

The same method is to slap your Sword Sect in the face!

"Nine Shinobi!"

On the main seat, Jing Buer's eyelids twitched in surprise.

I really didn't expect that the younger generation of the Haka tribe was already so strong, he looked at the man next to him who had not spoken, and the other party's eyes were also the same, worried.

The younger generation of the Boiling Blood Tribe has been beaten all over the ground by the Haka tribe, and they are clearly here to demonstrate, and today is already the situation, will there be suspense in the selection of the Holy Son tomorrow?

Although they expected that their opponents would come up with some means, they really didn't expect that the growth of these young people would be so perverted and unreasonable in just one or two years.

"Hahaha!" This time it was Zaken's turn to change his voice with a smile: "Jing Fuji, even if you still have a little brain, do you see, this is the power that tribal warriors should have, you little cubs in Middle-earth are not even farts at all!"

Damn it~~

Jing Buji was speechless for a while, and could only clench his fists and be scolded.

Zaken was still laughing wildly: "Listen to me, hurry up and take your people to roll the Blood God Mountain, you weak scum are not welcome here!When Yuan Hao marries the saint tomorrow, our three major tribes will go to Taihang County to find your Sword Sect sooner or later, wash your knees as soon as possible, and kneel and wait for our arrival! Hahaha!"

Haka!

Haka!

As if in response to Zaken's arrogant words, all the warriors of the Haka and Soul Eater tribes chanted, so that they couldn't breathe at all.

And after Yuan Hao swept away Mo Jiuren with one foot, he hugged his hands in front of his chest, scanned the bleak faces of the Sword Sect with his nostrils, and finally stared at Barbarian Ling'er's body.

He grinned, and strode towards Barbarian Ling'er in front of the public, and said without hesitation:

"Hehe, the holy woman with boiling blood is really good-looking, come, why don't I defeat you today, what kind of selection will the province do, and go directly to my tent for the night at night!"

Licentious!

Stop it!!

On the main seat, Jing Buer and Manji certainly wouldn't look at Yuan Hao so nonsense, but at the moment when they shouted angrily, a golden light burst out, and a roaring voice exploded everything and exploded the audience:

"Let go of your claws, get out of here!"