Chapter 11: Death Strikes the Bell

"Fang Hao!"

Zhao Dahu was eager to hit the bell, but he didn't mind repairing the who disobeyed him before hitting the bell, this was probably the last time he bullied the miscellaneous disciples.

When you get to the outer sect, you have to start from scratch!

Once, he had heard from his cousin of the Outer Sect that the cruelty of the Outer Sect was more than ten times stronger than that of miscellaneous servants! Those with low strength will bow their heads all day long. Thinking of this, his joy of hitting the bell faded a lot, but the psychology of bullying the miscellaneous servants became more and more intense.

His footsteps paused ten meters away from the big bell, and his yellow shirt rattled under the mountain wind, and his eyes were hideous, staring at Fang Hao at the bottom of the mountain.

Ma Teng's eyes were lazy, and he saw the changes in the aura on Zhao Dahu's body at a glance, and his face was surprised, "Rushing away from the spiritual aperture? This kid has been in this sect for four years, right? Four years, rushing away from the spiritual aperture, this kind of qualification can only be regarded as ordinary." ”

Thinking like this, he stood up, and was just about to say a few words, when he saw another group of spiritual energy young men rushing up from the bottom of the mountain, and his face was even more surprised, "Rushing away from the spiritual aperture again......?" What is the name of the swarthy boy......"

Although Fang Hao hid his breath, he couldn't hide Ma Teng's eyes.

Compared with Ma Teng, Zhao Dahu couldn't see the difference in Fang Hao's breath, only when Fang Hao was still a little person like a mountain dog, he could pinch it as much as he wanted.

"Fang Hao! handymanship...... Are you done?" Zhao Dahu's gloomy face flashed with a sneer, and Sen Ran spoke.

A group of teenagers climbed the mountain.

Fang Hao was still wearing the coarse linen clothes, and his figure was a little burder than a month ago, but it had not changed much, and it was still inconspicuous from the outside.

Glancing at Zhao Dahu, he snapped: "A month ago, you snatched a piece of my high-grade ore. Today, I want you to repay it a hundredfold. ”

Rumble!

The sound contained a huge sound wave, and the black copper bell ten meters away was affected, and it shook slightly a few times, making a slight concussion sound.

changed his usual silence, and suddenly, he changed from a silent lone wolf to an invincible tiger. Fang Hao no longer sat still, but took the initiative to attack.

"I—Did you hear me right?"

"Fang Hao is crazy, right?"

"No! He's stupid! ”

The miscellaneous servants didn't seem to notice the strong internal force contained in that voice, and just blindly belittled Fang Hao.

Zhao Dahu smiled, "Haha." The funniest joke of the year! Hey, I don't see it! You kid can brag. But that's okay, I'll tear your mouth apart and see how you blow it. ”

On the top of the mountain, Ma Teng stared at the slightly swaying black copper clock, and a light of surprise appeared in his eyes, "What a strong internal force." ”

I also saw that Zhao and Fang were fighting and rubbing, but they didn't mean to step forward to stop it.

The Demon Gate advocates fighting, and the internal and external sects are particularly fierce, such as the battle between miscellaneous servants, which is drizzling. Don't bother to care.

Zhao Dahu laughed cruelly, "Boy, suffer death!"

With a palm slapped out, the spiritual wind was raging, and more than ten pieces of rubble were floating and smashed towards Fang Hao, he had absolute confidence, this move would definitely smash the latter's body out of a bloody hole, and then he would go up and sprinkle a handful of salt, which would make the latter feel painful, so that he could show his ferocity.

But he was wrong. I only heard Fang Hao's snort, a palm slapped out, the spiritual wind was raging, the momentum was stronger, and with a bang, more than ten pieces of gravel broke one after another, turned into powder, and dissipated in the air.

"Humph!"

Fang Hao's eyes were scorching, and he analyzed the strength of Zhao Dahu's spiritual power, which could not compare to himself, and the sneer in his heart was even worse.

Zhao Dahu's pupils shrank, and he shouted in a lost voice: "Impossible! ”

Fang Hao didn't answer, and smiled coldly: "There are two ways for you: one is to compensate one hundred high-grade ores." Second, I'll shoot and cripple you!" When he said the second sentence, Fang Hao's face was extremely terrifying.

"Fart!" Zhao Dahu, his forehead was bruised, and his eyes were red, like a beast, staring at Fang Hao.

Everyone also thought that they had seen and heard it wrong, so they rubbed their eyes vigorously and looked at it again, and it was still the same scene.

"Fang Hao broke Senior Brother Zhao's offensive!"

"Fang Hao has also practiced Lingwei?"

"No, no. Fang Hao's body refining kung fu is not as powerful as mine. ”

"But! Fang Hao blocked Senior Brother Zhao's attack. ”

"How do you explain it?"

The mountain wind blew through, blowing up the coarse linen clothes, and invisibly, Fang Hao had an indescribable momentum.

Everyone gradually overlapped the tiger boy in their eyes with the boy a month ago!

"Damn it. Why is this Fang Hao so fierce!"

"Damn!"

"You can't let Fang Hao gain power!"

"Senior Brother Zhao, cripple him!"

"Senior Brother Zhao, mighty!"

"Fang Hao, you're done!"

All the voices helped Zhao Dahu, forming a small sea of waves, but there was only one young man, who was different, and he shouted loudly: "Senior Brother Fang! ”

Swish.

Everyone stared at the young man who shouted, "Fang Hao will win!".

"Dog, you!"

The young man is a dog, and since Fang Hao offended Zhao Dahu and Fang Hao, the dog who befriended him could not escape his fate. At first, it was only verbal contempt, but later, Fang Hao disappeared, and everyone threw all the chores that Fang Hao hadn't done to the dog.

The dog swallowed his anger, but he was still beaten. His face was bruised, his eyes were red and swollen, but his eyes were full of excitement, "Senior Brother Fang, you will win." ”

Fang Hao only felt strange, no one was present to support him, and suddenly a voice jumped out to support him, but he was a little suspicious, when he heard the voice, he saw that the person who shouted was a dog, his heart was shocked, and he didn't say much, but his eyes were filled with an inexplicable light.

"One, two, I don't choose, I want you to die!" Zhao Dahu ignored the shouts around him, slapped his big hand, and a faint spiritual light flew out, in mid-air, with a sharp sound, in the spiritual light, a sharp sword roared out.

This sword is not a weapon, it is just a sharp sword, but in Zhao Dahu's hands, it bursts out with lethality enough to kill a beast, and the strength and speed are very amazing.

However, Fang Hao on the opposite side, a shake, a flash of spiritual wind in his hand, the seemingly fierce and invincible sword, was stunned, and was actually grabbed by Fang Hao.

"Neither of these! ”

The moment the voice fell.

The ghostly light flashed, and then everyone saw that the sharp sword was inserted between Zhao Dahu's throat.

Poof, the essence and blood were soaring, Zhao Dahu covered his neck, his eyes were round, and his eyes were full of disbelief, "You...... It's so fast!"

After saying this, he covered his neck, knowing that he would die, but he still walked towards the black copper bell, one blood mark at a time, ten steps in a row, the essence blood between his throat continued to flow out, he raised his head with difficulty, and slammed against the bell, and then, laughed miserably, "My cultivation avenue...... Is it just the beginning and the end?"