"Whew!"

"Whew!"

There was a constant sound of heavy collisions, coming from the narrow opening leading to the cultivation room.

At this moment, Deacon Qin Hai's face was extremely gloomy, and he glared at the tall Mo Wu.

He shook his head in frustration, thinking that the situation had been messed up by Wan Lingling's brutal and willful girl.

Now Qin Hai can only pray in his heart, hoping that this matter has not yet fermented into the ears of the elders, otherwise in today's situation, the deacon of the sect, who has a lot of oil and water, will definitely not be guaranteed.

If he could turn back time, he would definitely not accept Yang Hao's three medium-grade spirit stones.

For the sonic boom caused by a series of fights, Mo Wu is an old god, although there are many people in the Seven Xuan Sect who cannot be provoked by their poisonous bee group, but at the moment, all the disciples in the cultivation room obviously do not have this qualification.

So, even if the Spirits make a mess here, they have the ability to end it.

The sound of the fight briefly paused for a few seconds, and Mo Wu's face became even brighter.

"Bang!"

A low and loud voice sounded suddenly, and in the eyes of the stunned crowd, the slender figure of Wan Lingling flew out at great speed, drawing a perfect parabola in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Because it happened so fast, it gave everyone the illusion that they were spit out of this narrow mouth.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Wan Lingling's mouth, and his originally ruddy face turned pale, and his beautiful eyes seemed to look at the passage with a hint of horror.

"Brush!"

All the people present looked at them with extremely surprised eyes, obviously being blasted out with spiritual power.

They really didn't think that someone would dare to really deal a heavy hand on Wan Lingling.

Qin Hai stared at all this blankly, his mouth open enough to stuff several steamed buns.

Mo Wu, who was originally leisurely and leisurely, suddenly froze with a smile on his face, replaced by a touch of horror, and after reacting, he quickly flew over, helped the injured Wan Ling Ling up, and immediately stared at the opening with a pair of eyes quite fiercely.

In the narrow passage, under the slightly dim light, there seemed to be a figure coming out.

After a while, a thin figure slowly came out, and a rather delicate face appeared in the eyes of everyone.

However, what is even more eye-catching is the long gap on the young man's shoulder, which is quite deep, and there is constantly dazzling blood flowing out, and in just a few breaths, the young man's white clothes have been replaced by blood red.

Looking at the state of the two, the details were guessed by many people.

It must have been this young man who couldn't bear it, and later Wan Lingling stabbed the young man in anger, and the plot after that naturally didn't need to be guessed.

"This person is Yang Hao!"

Among the onlookers, there was an outer disciple who looked at the blood-stained young man's face and suddenly spoke.

"That's right! I remember, he is a miscellaneous disciple who went to the challenge platform!"

"Now others are already inner disciples!"

For Yang Hao a few days ago, in the sect Dabi is to defeat the inner disciple Lei Ming, which is a well-known big event, so when someone recognizes it, everyone's memory is clear again.

"Senior Brother Mowu, heavy hands! As for other things, I have my own way. Wan Lingling pointed to Yang Hao's position, with a hint of resentment in his eyes.

Hearing this, Mo Wu looked at Wan Lingling's resolute gaze, and some of the worries in his heart gradually dissipated, and then, he turned around and swept towards Yang Hao.

"Hehe, your name is Yang Hao, right!" Mo Wu smiled slightly, and the majestic aura in his body raged out like a raging wind.

This Mo Wu's strength is really good, although it is only the peak of the first vein condensation, but compared to the thunder in the early stage of the first vein, the former is stronger than a star and a half.

"It seems that you want to stand up for her!" Yang Hao pointed at Wan Lingling with a cold expression, and said in an indifferent tone.

"Don't think that if you happen to win a soft-footed shrimp, you are qualified to play tricks in front of our poisonous bee group!" Mo Wu clenched his fists, and a rather oppressive gaze paused on Yang Hao's figure.

"Then according to what you said, what should I do!" Yang Hao sneered at the corners of his mouth.

"Don't say that I bullied you, if you want to blame you, blame you for provoking someone you can't afford to mess with, cut off your arm, and I will spare your life"

As soon as Mo Wu's words came out, many people rolled their eyes, this is obviously your family's Wan Lingling forcibly trying to seize other people's cultivation rooms, and now you are persecuting with your strength, and finally you are ashamed to say something like not to bully, this is simply ridiculous and standing.

"I want his other hand. Wan Lingling shouted with added fuel and vinegar.

"Did you hear that, boy, if you want to blame it, it's not good for your life. With a look of pity, Mo Wu smiled at Yang Haosen.

"Hehe! I'm going to tell you something. Yang Hao pointed back and forth at Wan Lingling and Mo Wu, and sneered.

"You two are fools!"

Hearing this, Mo Wu's face instantly turned cold, since he became a Ning Yuan martial artist, no one dared to insult him like this.

"Very good, then you will lie down obediently for me!" Mo Wu's body shook, and the blue-green aura burst out from his body, and a huge sense of oppression made many disciples subconsciously retreat.

Stomping under his feet, Mo Wu, who was wrapped in the turquoise aura, was like a humanoid demonic beast, with an extremely strong and fierce energy, and shot towards Yang Hao.

Yang Hao's eyes narrowed, and the oncoming wind directly blew the former's robe into a hunting sound, and followed Mo Wu's rapid advance.

When the distance between the two was less than a foot, Yang Hao moved, and the long-hidden ferocious aura completely exploded, and a ball of thunder light in his right fist exploded like a match, and then the two fists slammed into each other in the focus of everyone.

"Boom!"

Lei Guang and Feng Gang continued to bombard, but Yang Hao still underestimated the strength of the other party a little, the turquoise Feng Gang suppressed the power of Lei Guang from the beginning, and after a moment of stalemate, the huge fire burst like fireworks.

Under the huge thrust, Yang Hao's feet ploughed a few zhang marks on the ground of the bluestone slab before he stabilized his figure.

"Wow!"

Just as Yang Hao was breathing for a short time, Mo Wu completely burst out of his speed, his body jumped high, and then he struck a whip leg that even cut the air out of the vacuum, and threw it at Yang Hao's head like a battle axe.

At the critical moment, Yang Hao did not panic, his body was ghostly to one side, and his upper body was tilted to the other side at the same time at a surprising angle.

"Brush!"

The whip leg that seemed to be bound to hit poured heavily into the air, and countless ripples visible to the naked eye rippled from the falling point.

At the same time, Yang Hao's toes hit the ground, and then a moment of respite, and quickly retreated backwards.

"Look where you're going!" After Mo Wu landed, he stomped his feet again, his body was like a cheetah attacking, turning his palm into a claw, and for a while, the claw marks like a storm enveloped Yang Hao's position.

In the eyes of outsiders. Although Yang Hao seemed to be retreating, in fact, the former did not show even half a minute of panic in this crazy offensive.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

Countless blue-green paw prints swept through the air, like a fishing net trying to trap Yang Hao, but Yang Hao relied on the power of his powerful divine sense to swing his fist one by one, cracking all the paw prints in the sky.

The charged blow was defused again, which made Mo Wu, who thought highly of himself, more and more impatient, and after raising his head and seeing the ridicule on the corner of Yang Hao's mouth, his anger was even greater.

"Stinky boy, let you taste the power of the Great Wind Hand!" Mo Wu sneered, and then the aura continued to pour out, and a moment later, a small tornado formed in the palm of his right hand that was purely composed of aura.

The aura tornado continued to rotate at high speed, and faintly, even the air at the edge of the whirlwind was cut into a black void.

Mo Wu's face was piled up with a cold smile, and then he glanced at Yang Hao contemptuously, and then his body turned into a blue light, and he approached violently.

"If you want to fight, let's see whose life is harder!" Yang Hao shouted angrily, no longer evaded, spread his palm, and after seven dull sounds sounded in his chest, a purple electric crescent with a destructive aura appeared in the palm of his hand.

"The hundred thunder bodies are fully open!" After a bright silver color covered Yang Hao's body, a little bit of silver under his feet also turned into a dazzling silver light, and rushed towards Mo Wubang.

"Gale Hand!"

"Purple Spiral Thunder Kill!"

Just when the crescent moon thunder and turquoise whirlwind were a few feet away from their target, a shocking explosion sounded on the edge of the sky.

"You two stop me!"

Immediately, a light and shadow quickly swept towards the position where the two of them were facing each other at a speed beyond vision.

At the last moment, when they were almost about to collide together, a pair of palms accurately hit the chests of the two.

"Brush!"

The bodies of the two quickly separated, and they retreated more than ten zhang backwards, and because the two fierce attacks lost their targets, they shattered into countless points of light at the same time and dissipated.