Perfect World

Blood stained his front and his chest felt tight. The pupils of the middle-aged man in Bulao Mountain shrank sharply. It was unbelievable. At this time, his whole body was cold and he could not hide the shock in his heart!

Before he could really make a move, he was overwhelmed by the opponent's momentum and vomited blood. You must know that this is still a young man, how could he have such cultivation, how amazing!

"You..." He was speechless, and he instantly understood that when he was fighting the nine-headed lion earlier, the invisible sword energy that cut off his arm was caused by the young man in front of him.

Shi Hao landed on the ground, the powerful aura on his body restrained.

"It's really Xiaoshi, so amazing that even the king of the formation realm was injured by him!" Everyone was shocked.

After a year and a half, the small stone among the two stones reappeared in the world, causing a big uproar and a complete sensation. All the monks in the manor came and made a fuss.

"This is the physical field. The treasure body is extremely powerful and forms a field. Whoever fights against its physical body will definitely be defeated!" said an old king, his words trembling slightly because this is too unbelievable. This is only in the legend. The physical training achievements that appeared in the film were actually reflected in such a young boy.

Everyone was in an uproar, and then thought of his performance in the Two Stones War. His physical body shocked the world. At that time, he was said to be comparable to the indestructible body of Vajra. It was indeed true.

"No wonder..." The middle-aged man from Bulao Mountain stepped back and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He was frightened for a while. He was not wronged by being suppressed just now.

The old man of the Heiyun tribe had a gloomy look on his face, and mist appeared. He was holding back a surge of anger in his heart. Since he was not sure whether it was a small stone, he stretched out his big hand, trying to suppress the young man, but he didn't want to be brutally crushed by the opponent's palm.

"As soon as Xiaoshi comes out, no one in his generation can compete with him. Now only these senior figures can check and balance him." People in the wilderness whispered and discussed softly.

They were very excited because during this period, the creatures from outside the territory were too high-profile and looked down upon the people in the wilderness, which made people feel resentful.

"Are you Shi Hao?" An old man from Burao Mountain walked out, his face calm, but there was a strange light in his eyes.

The middle-aged man in Bulao Mountain had one of his arms cut off and secretly went to get the holy weapon. This old man also followed. He was obviously an extremely strong man.

Shi Hao's heart moved, and he vaguely figured out that the group of people living on the Everlasting Mountain might have some blood relationship with him and were his mother's tribe.

At this time, he looked at the old man calmly, nodded, and said, "It's me."

"It's true that he is indeed ridiculously powerful!"

"Well, many people want to challenge him, but now that his true form has appeared, how many people dare to step forward?"

The creatures outside the territory discussed that many of them had never witnessed the battle that day, and today was the first time they saw it.

"Heroes come out of young men. It's really remarkable. Even in the Immortal Mountain, it's hard to find one or two young men who can compare with you." The old man nodded.

The heroes were surprised. The old man was praising Shi Hao's talent, but he was also very conceited. He thought that Bulao Mountain could still find one or two peers who could rival Shi Yi. This was a bit shocking.

It would be great if a character like Xiaoshi could appear in one area, which would shock the past and the present. Even though the Everlasting Mountain can overlook all realms, there can't be a few such characters in every generation, right?

When the middle-aged man with a broken arm heard the old man mentioning the astonishing genius of Burao Mountain, he looked a little proud and whispered: "I, Burao Mountain, are never weaker than others. The genius of our clan can look down on any genius!"

Everyone was even more shocked. How confident this was. Is the talent of the Immortal Mountain really so powerful?

Shi Hao didn't speak, just frowned slightly. It would have been fine if it was before, but now that his identity has been confirmed, Bulao Mountain still has this attitude towards him, something is not right.

Don't these people know that the two parties may be related by blood? Shi Hao narrowed his eyes and glanced at the two people in the Immortal Mountain.

The light in the old man's eyes flashed out, and he was also staring at him. He seemed to be aware of what he was thinking. He showed a gentle smile and said, "You are very good, and you should be destined to my clan."

"What do you call me, senior?" Shi Hao asked. His spiritual sense was so sharp that he did not feel close to the old man. Although the old man smiled kindly, he had a murderous intention that was difficult for ordinary people to detect.

What does the other party mean? The old man may know that the two parties are related by blood, and there is such murderous intention, which is a bit unexplainable and makes Shi Hao puzzled.

"Old Qin Shoucheng." The old man from Burao Mountain said, his smile becoming more and more friendly.

Shi Hao noticed that the murderous intention was a little stronger. It was impossible for ordinary people to detect it. He only relied on a keen intuition.

"Young man, you are too murderous. It's not good to turn on each other at the slightest disagreement." Qin Shoucheng said, pointing at the middle-aged man with a broken arm, and then looking at the old man from the Black Cloud tribe who had lost a palm, and said: "Practice is not easy, how can it be so easy to injure one's body?"

"I don't want to cause trouble, but I'm not afraid of being bullied to the point of taking my life." Shi Hao said calmly.

Everyone was shocked. Is Buraoshan about to launch an attack? If such a behemoth is determined to deal with one person, let alone a young supreme being, even if the immortal god appears, there is no way he can stop it!

Because there are strong men in this place who are immortal and have no fear of gods!

The old man expressed his dissatisfaction in one sentence and sent a signal to everyone that Mount Fu Lao did not like this young man. Many monks who were hostile to Shi Hao were suddenly emboldened.

"I ask again, are you the one who killed our genius in the Fire Nation's ancestral land?" An old man from the Flame Python Clan also stepped forward, his eyes flashing with semen, and below his waist was a flaming red snake body as thick as a bucket.

"Yes!" Shi Hao replied.

"Kill the pure-blooded descendant of my clan and pay for it with your life!" the old man said, his red hair bursting into flames, and the lower half of the snake's body shimmering like red clouds as it snaked towards him quickly.

"Why don't you ask me why I want to kill him?" Shi Hao frowned.

"No need!" The old man from the Flame Python clan said gloomily.

"So domineering!" Shi Hao looked at him coldly. The other party was really arrogant and strong. He would not be polite to such a person who jumped out first and really wanted to take action.

"No matter who you are, not even the Young Supreme, you can only repay with your life for killing the pure-blooded descendants of our clan!" said the old man of the Flame Python Clan.

In the eyes of everyone, this is no longer domineering, but a bit contemptuous of the wilderness. Are you so hasty that you want to kill Xiaoshi? If it were in other great regions, would he dare to do this? Need to weigh it up!

After all, this is the most amazing young man in the wilderness. Under normal circumstances, who would dare to be so rash and not afraid of the revenge of this realm?

"Old guy, have you just entered the wilderness?" Shi Hao asked. He felt that the other party might not understand his record.

"So what, even if you kill members of my clan, you are the most amazing young man in the wilderness. You can only die!" The old man was extremely domineering, and the lower half of the snake body as thick as a bucket flashed with red light, and there was a "pop" sound. It hit the ground, causing a terrifying big crack.

At this time, he took action, but did not get close, because he had learned from the past, Xiaoshi's physical body was too strong and could form a field, and ordinary kings could not stop it. He raised four formation flags with shaking hands and enveloped Shi Hao. In an instant, a mist formed, with symbols densely covered like stars.

At the same time, he quickly formed seals, used magic, shot out streaks of divine light, and injected them into the killing array. These actions were done in one go, fast and fierce, and he wanted to kill Shi Hao in the first world.

Everyone was shocked. Although this old man from the Flame Python Clan was domineering, his methods were really extraordinary. He could unleash a killing move with just a raise of his hand, which was difficult to resist.

The clouds and mist rolled, the four formation flags roared, and four phenomena emerged, sealing the small world. Thousands of feet of thunder and lightning erupted, and the void seemed to be annihilated.

Everyone gasped. The old guy was too cruel. This was not an ordinary magic weapon. The four big flags were mostly made by the Venerable. Many people felt sorry for Shi Hao. He was too careless and was trapped in the Among them, it is difficult to escape the ending of being refined.

"Do you think I am frivolous? I am not just talking, I want to kill the so-called most outstanding young man in the wilderness!" said the old man of the Flame Python Clan.

Everyone was surprised and finally understood that this old guy had deliberately been arrogant and paralyzed everyone earlier, but in the end he used his biggest trump card to directly decide life and death. It was so shameless.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a red light rushed out of the Four Elephant Formation, which looked like blood blooming. Then it became calmer and calmer, and the mist stopped rotating.

The old man from the Flame Python Clan sneered and said: "I admit that you are a genius and worthy of the reputation of a genius. You are indeed amazing. But if you don't grow up, you will still be an ant after all."

With a "swipe" sound, he put away the formation flag, the mist dispersed, and he sneered again and again.

However, his expression froze in an instant, and a big hand came out of the mist, very close to him, grabbed his neck and carried him over.

The crowd was shocked and all screamed in surprise.

In the middle of the field, a young man stood, motionless, with no scars on his body.

Shi Hao held his neck and looked down indifferently. If he hadn't been promoted to the formation realm, he would have been refined by this old guy just now. This old guy can be considered a ruthless person and used his trump card.

"puff"

A stream of blood sprang up, and Shi Hao chopped off his head very simply, and then put away the transformed body, which was a huge flaming python.

Although it is not pure blood, it can still be regarded as a treasure of flesh and blood. After all, it has reached the realm of kings.

Zhu Qiang was dumbfounded, this was too quick and skillful, this young man had done this kind of thing a lot, right? The creatures outside the territory became frightened.

"We are carnivores, and we like to eat delicious food." The big red bird appeared, flew to Shi Hao's shoulder, and looked in all directions.

A king in the formation realm was killed as soon as he said he would be killed. The strong men were stunned. This was like a fantasy!

"This is too strong, a bit outrageous!" Everyone was so shocked that it was difficult to say anything else.

There was a commotion outside the crowd, and several creatures squeezed in. They were all monks from the Old Mountain. Among them was a purple-haired young man with murderous intent, staring at Shi Hao. His eyes were full of malice and an unforgettable hatred.

Shi Hao was silent and ignored it.

"This is a young master from Bulao Mountain. It is said that he is the descendant of a certain big shot." Someone whispered, causing people to talk.

A few days ago, Shi Hao slapped the purple-haired young man across the face and taught him a harsh lesson. Not only did his teeth fall out, but his jaw was almost half disabled.

Shi Hao looked at the group of people who had arrived at Burao Mountain calmly. He wanted to ask about the news about his parents and find out his relationship with Burao Mountain.