Chapter 431 Fearless

can have a relationship with many souls. The owner of this pub is unusual in his eyes. The long-haired young man naturally has a mysterious rhythm when he raises his hands and feet. Only a soul with a very deep cultivation can have this state.

The people around him are disciples of Hua Yanzong, and their status in the door is not low. It is really difficult to figure out which one is more important for a while.

stand by and watch that they can be safe with each other, and then the pub owner thinks that this is a good opportunity not to be missed, and he is better friends with Hua Yanzong. Maybe it depends on today's performance.

"Bold, who are you? How dare you go wild here? Get out of here. You are not welcome here." Only then did Zhao Haoran find that the short and fat boss standing beside him, with surprisingly small eyes, glared at Zhao Haoran, as if to spit out flames.

His eyes quietly moved. Zhao Haoran saw that there were no one thousand or eight hundred, and he really didn't pay any interest in it.

"Go, this is the first step in your revenge."

Hatred is at the bottom of his heart. After a long fermentation, it produces a choking bitter wine. Although it can stimulate a person's fighting spirit, it is also covering people's sight. Zhao Haoran does not want his apprentice to be immersed in the hatred of the past all his life.

Only when it is vented, these people who kill innocent souls indiscriminately will eventually be killed.

The short and fat boss's body trembled and shrank his neck. He was a little surprised. How could such a cold wind blow in such a warm weather? The man of Hua Yanzong was so scared that he dared not come out. "You... You... Can't kill me..."

Xia Luo did not hesitate, his hands fell, and a pair of round eyes looked at the sky unwillingly, as if he didn't want to die so easily.

The short and fat boss didn't recover for a long time, staring at the one in the corner of the stairs with a warm body.

The thick blood spewed out, and it took half a column of incense before the eyes dared to close.

"Hua Yanzong, there is no need to exist."

This sound kept echoing in the narrow space of the pub. Zhao Haoran did not reveal his identity, but had to use another means to tell the world that Phoenix's blood was not so easy to take.

Crazy, the world is crazy.

"That was a disciple of Hua Yanzong just now. Who gave them so much courage that one person could easily deal with them casually."

"Not necessarily. I don't think those two are easy to provoke. Hua Yanzong, whether he can survive this disaster is another story."

There was a lot of laughter in the pub. What Hua Yanzong is. Everyone who knows him understands his strength. Ye Wen's cultivation is profound, and the whole Hua Yanzong is a gold cast. In addition, Yu Smile and others, except for the big forces like Van Solomon and Tianmen, no one dares to say that Hua Yanzong is not.

And Zhao Haoran means to destroy Hua Yanzong, which is undoubtedly a fantasy.

Most people just take it as a joke and kill a disciple of Huayanzong, which shows that this person is indeed a little capable. Even if it is Huayanzong, it is difficult to ensure the safety of all disciples, and the sect can't help shaking their heads.

The young soul who helped Zhao Haoran speak before blushed and did not speak again. The pub was full of old fried dough sticks. It can be said that he has experienced a lot of life and death, which is much better than other fledgling boy. However, he still feels that Zhao Haoran is unusual. The unique feeling is difficult to explain, but it is He believes that his strength has surpassed Hua Yanzong.

The golden palace stood in mid-air. Zhao Haoran put his hands behind his back, remembered Ye Wen, and snorted coldly, "Go!"

The leader has not returned for many days, and many people feel that the situation seems to be a little bad. The disciples guarding in front of the door doubled and are always on guard against someone coming.

"Hang, who are you? Name it." A disciple found that Zhao Haoran and Xia Luo were moving in the direction of Hua Yanzong and shouted.

"Extermination!"

"It's presumptuous and take them down. This is an opportunity to provoke them to let them know the power of Hua Yanzong." More than a dozen people gathered at the same time, all of whom were cultivated in mid-February.

The crackling of the palm of the hand is clenched, and the screams are endless.

Zhao Haoran raised his hand again, and three big golden characters fell in response, and Hua Yanzong's door plaque smashed a huge hole on the ground.

"Bold!"

The whole Huayanzong began to boil, and several powerful breaths rose to the sky. Huayuan returned to one, and Zhao Haoran narrowed his eyes. Sure enough, he was a powerful sect with more than ten souls who were reunified by Huayuan. No wonder no one dared to provoke such a strong strength.

Ye Wen, who refined his soul into a pearl, had already passed away, and Hua Yanzong lost his greatest support, and then the rest of the doormen were not deliberately bullied at will.

"Invading my Hua Yanzong, die!"

An old man with a white beard is powerful, but dead.

Zhao Haoran sneered and said, "The old man who stepped into the coffin deserves to kill me."

"Presumptuous, Huangkou, let's see how I kill you." The old man's longevity is not much, and he is looking forward to a breakthrough, but his talent is limited and he has already lost hope. He is almost doomed to have no ten years of life. Such a person is the most terrible. There is no concern. He is desperate to fight. Even if his cultivation is higher than one level, he is unwilling to provoke.

A pile of loess came from the sky and turned into a strange ancient Buddha in the blink of an eye.

Hung his long earlobe and kind-looking, but Zhao Haoran did not dare to be careless. Brahma's soul art is the strangest. The more he looks like a kind Buddha, the more terrible his ability will be.

The old man's face is ferocious. This is the place where he practices all year round. There is no one to disturb him. Anyway, he doesn't have much life. Kill one and earn one. Zhao Haoran's strong vitality makes him jealous.

Huayan Sect has a relaxed look. This ancestor rarely comes out. Even Ye Wen is respectful when he sees it. His cultivation is unfathomable. Although he has not broken through, he has still become the strongest in the realm of Huayuan. The soul of the same level is not an enemy at all.

Zhao Haoran naturally can't know all this, but he can also tell from the faces of the Huayan clan.

Since you are determined to kill, you can't let go of Xia Luo's enemies, but only if there is no obstruction from these old people.

In the flash of light, Zhao Haoran's breath calmed down and was no longer exposed.

The disciples of Hua Yanzong were like facing a great enemy, ready to meet the unimaginable terrible moves, but after a few breaths, Zhao Haoran seemed to have lost all his cultivation and did not make a sound.

"Master!" Xia Luo was shocked, and she also noticed that something was wrong. This is not like Zhao Haoran's style. Is there really something unexpected?

"Jie Jie, boy, you are dead. Under my long-eared Buddha, your soul power is completely imprisoned. Why do you fight with me?"

Xia Luo pinched the magic formula, and the colorful light flew, and then instantly turned into a bubble under the earthy-yellow Buddha's deterrence.

"No matter how high your cultivation is, if you dare to provoke me, Hua Yanzong, there is only one way to die!"

"Master, he hurt many of our people and made him die."

"I can't die!"

Hua Yanzong's family gritted their teeth, as if all the dead were their own brothers. With the support of the strong, they could easily make a mess.