Chapter 183 Conflict Again

The panic in Cheng Feng's eyes was undoubtedly obvious, "Brother Sima, let's go quickly. Thank you for saving my life."

A proud young man stood at the front of the spaceship not far away. "Huangsha is doing business, idle people and so on. Don't blame us for being rude."

It was only after Zhao Haoran got close that he saw the overall appearance of the spacecraft. It was surrounded by large and small arrays, in which many crystal nuclei were embedded, most of which were fourth-order crystal nuclei, and a small number of them were terrible with sufficient aura. Zhao Haoran guessed that it should be fifth-order or even higher-order crystal nuclei. I don't know who it was. Although this luxury is much worse than the divine operator, it is by no means a magic weapon that ordinary Sanxiu can get.

It was the Huangsha faction again. Zhao Haoran stopped and laughed secretly. How could he meet the disciples of the Huangsha faction wherever he went? He simply stopped to see what they wanted to do.

Cheng Feng looked at Zhao Haoran uneasily and stopped talking. Finally, he sighed and said nothing. Although he didn't get along with Zhao Haoran for a long time, he also knew that he was definitely not a provoyan figure.

The spacecraft stopped, and five February souls came down from above, ignoring Zhao Haoran's existence and directly grabbed Chengfeng.

There are no powerful characters on the periphery of the wilderness. They don't see any, and there is only Chengfeng in their eyes.

"Get out!"

Zhao Haoran shouted, and the five people only felt that there was thunder in their ears, and their bodies could not help falling straight down. Such a little man would not be noticed at all.

"Don't be so angry, it's inevitable to hurt yourself." A middle-aged man with a tiger's back and bear waist came out of the spacecraft. He raised his hands, and the soft soul force dragged the bodies of the five people and slowly floated up.

Zhao Haoran looked coldly and did not stop him. The strength of this man in the early two days was also the number one person, and the young man standing in the bow was obviously the master. This man's behavior respected him very much.

"E elder Han, take him down and go back with a lot of rewards."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and quietly came to the young man's ear. He didn't know what he said, but he saw that the young man's face suddenly became respectful. "Excuse me, senior, the boy is still Huang Liang of the Huangsha faction. I will compensate you."

Huang Liang arched his hand, but his eyes floated to the wind behind Zhao Haoran.

What on earth did Chengfeng get? Zhao Haoran frowned. The young man who can protect a two-day soul is obviously not a simple person, and his surname is Huang, which has nothing to do with the head of the Huangsha faction.

It can be seen that the middle-aged man disdains Zhao Haoran, and the gap of the same level determines everything. This is the common sense in the world of soul people, but the breath of the golden rune ancient corpse makes him feel uneasy. This golden rune ancient body has the strength not inferior to that of the late second day. Even the three-day soul person is sure to be entangled.

The ability of the golden rune ancient corpse will gradually improve with the soul devouring, but in the end, it can only reach the level of three days, and there is almost no possibility of further advancement.

Originally, he was regarded as a waste of refining failure by the divine operator, but he didn't expect to encounter a natural disaster. In a hurry, he had to put the ancient corpse at the guard entrance on the fifth floor, but finally completed Zhao Haoran and became his greatest help now.

"I dare not be a senior. I'm Sima Feng. This is my friend. Please give me a step. I still have something to deal with."

Zhao Haoran said very resolutely and blocked what Huang Liang wanted to say. After all, Chengfeng is kind to himself. If he can help, he still needs to help him.

The middle-aged man was a little unhappy. He was not afraid to hear the name of the Huangsha faction. It seems that he really has something to rely on. The masked man behind him should be his entourage. Huang Moxing has such a number one character and has a servant beyond the strength of the early two days. It's really a little terrible. "Well, let him hand over things. Come on, we don't want to embarrass him.

"Hmm!" Zhao Haoran knew that Chengfeng must not have the courage to rob treasures with the people of the Huangsha faction. The Huangsha faction is really robbery and has no fear when he comes to the desert. After all, there is no strong man in the periphery, and it is understandable to act arrogantly.

The hidden breath suddenly broke out, and the middle-aged man showed a stunned look, "Yellow sand brand."

Huang Liang was also a little stunned. He didn't expect that Zhao Haoran had such a strong breath and killed at least one soul man for one day. Thinking about it, the one day soul of the Huangsha faction entered here was only a power god, but his strength was strong, and there were few enemies. It seemed that he had been poisoned.

"Kill my disciple of the Huangsha faction, you will die today." The middle-aged man looked angry, and he didn't have a good temper, but he didn't dare to provoke masked people with unknown strength. Now that Zhao Haoran killed Lishen, he would not give up.

Zhao Haoran smiled and said, "I don't mind that the smell of the yellow sand brand on my body is stronger. In the future, the disciples of the Huangsha School should walk around me when they see me."

The Huangsha faction is a sect that makes a living by robbery and looting. It can be imagined that his doorman's temperament is better to directly overwhelm them with strong strength. Most of the respect between Huang Liang's words is disguised. Seeing that the middle-aged man and Zhao Haoran tear their faces, they quickly retreated a few steps and arrived in the cabin, this family He is a little smart.

"What a big tone, don't be afraid of the wind flashing your tongue!" The middle-aged man's arm supported, his whole body doubled, and his clothes cracked into pieces, revealing his strong body, which was somewhat similar to the god of strength.

Zhao Haoran is a little clear in his heart. It is estimated that they have guessed that they have killed the power god. After all, the yellow sand imprint on the soul person is too strong. The middle-aged man and the power god have a thousand ties, and even the soul method of cultivation is probably the same.

Cung Feng retreated dozens of feet, with a bitter face. He wanted to solve the problem peacefully, but he was blocked back by Zhao Haoran before he heard that the middle-aged man's conditions were agreed.

Zhao Haoran waved his hand, and the ancient corpse of Jinfu followed Chengfeng to avoid any problems.

The arrogance and domineering of the Huangsha faction has still become a habit. How can it be easy to bow his head? Zhao Haoran has already seen this, and the bad eyes of the middle-aged man explain everything.

This desolate land is really getting more and more interesting. Isn't it said that only souls under cultivation can come in later in a day? How come so many souls who exceed the limit of strength? It seems that the vicissitudes faction does not want to go into this muddy water. The limit of strength is just an ordinary practice. I'm afraid that the mystery is only the vicissitudesitudes I didn't know until now.

"The first style of domineering boxing is changing."

The rolling yellow sand hit his face and looked up at the sky. The already hazy sun had disappeared, and the boxing method that could cause changes in heaven and earth. The middle-aged man was much more powerful than the god of force, and Zhao Haoran immediately made a judgment in his heart.

"determined"

Zhao Haoran gently clicked his finger, and everything returned to calm. He smiled and said, "You are not my opponent." Powerful outsiders with divine power can't understand it at all.

The middle-aged man did not expect the other party to resolve his offensive so plainly. It seems that he does have the ability, but the gap in strength is in front of him. What's more, Zhao Haoran killed many disciples of the Huangsha faction. According to the rules of the leader, he will definitely get great benefits. Now he rarely meets people who dares to do the Huangsha faction right. This is an opportunity.

The middle-aged man weighed the pros and cons and chose to take action again.

"The third style of domineering boxing, punching all over the world."

The whole person turned into a huge fist, like a heavy object that accelerated to fall, rushing straight ahead.

This person does have some means. If he puts it before entering the fairy mansion, Zhao Haoran can only escape in a hurry.

"Fire"

As soon as the magic power came out, it shook the world, and the huge fist lost its due pressure. Even the wind in the distance could feel it. The middle-aged man was afraid that he would be defeated. Unexpectedly, Zhao Haoran, who was strong halfway, was so good. This middle-aged man was also a famous figure, but in front of Zhao Haoran, he was vulnerable and strong The contrast makes Cheng Feng feel like a dream.

The fire dragon swept over the body of the middle-aged man, and his self-confidence just swept away and turned into panic from the bottom of his heart. How could a one-day soul be that he actually defeated him, a soul man in the early two days.

"Go!" Huang Liang decisively started the spacecraft and flew rapidly. The middle-aged man was defeated. They lost their biggest support and stayed to find their own death. It was really unlucky. They actually met such a strong man on the periphery, but the field will definitely be recovered in the future. Huang Liang took angrily and hid in the depths of the cabin. .

"Cue it, kill it without mercy." Huang Liang can't stay. This person's cultivation is not high. He seems to be rude and unreasonable, but he is extremely good at steering the wind. He has a high status in the Huangsha faction. Zhao Haoran can't allow his existence for such a hidden danger.

How could Zhao Haoran be willing to give up the ghost of the February soul? No matter how much he resisted, he still couldn't escape the fate of the seal.

The golden fu ancient corpse hung behind the spaceship. Zhao Haoran sacrificed a shuttle through the cloud and took it to the wind, which would not affect his speed.

Although this spaceship is fast, it is still not as fast as the cloud shuttle. Seeing that the distance is approaching step by step, Huang Liang is anxious. Unexpectedly, Zhao Haoran is so difficult to deal with him. If he had known nothing, he would not have provoked him.

Suddenly, a three-month soul man jumped out of the spacecraft and went straight to Zhao Haoran. What role can such a soul man play? Isn't he going to die?

"bang bang"

Three consecutive explosions made Zhao Haoran know Huang Liang's idea and relied on the self-explosive martial soul to delay his footsteps. These people should be his confidants. Even Zhao Haoran was not sure of the power of continuous self-explosion, and the speed could not help slow down.

Huang Liang is absolutely not simple. Such a sinister method can be figured out. It seems that he still underestimates him and will be killed!

After all, the number of people on the spacecraft is limited. Zhao Haoran has been calculating that after about half a column of incense, he will no longer be able to send souls who can self-explode their martial souls.

What else can you do this time? Zhao Haoran snorted coldly and ignored the spacecraft in front of him.