"You are too crazy, kneel down to me."

Zhang Yong roared, his whole body was in full force, and his hands were exerting force again.

But!

Su Haoran was like a sacred monument embedded on Mount Buzhou. No matter how hard he exerted or how angry he roared, he could not shake him.

"Xiao Yong, come back."

The man behind finally spoke and said very calmly: "He and I are the same type of people. Even if the level is lower than you, he has the combat power to kill enemies higher than the level."

"I, I... OK."

Zhang Yong's eyes were red, and after several roars, he finally got depressed. He withdrew his hand, his whole aura was weak, and he raised his legs and retreated.

"Did I let you go?"

However, Su Haoran, who had not looked directly at Zhang Yong, suddenly took a step forward and grabbed his shoulder with a bang.

"you!"

Zhang Yong was not prepared at all. After being caught by Su Haoran, he felt a strong force coming, as if he was pressing a Buzhou Mountain on his shoulders. He was so shocked that he shouted: "You are despicable, you are doing a sneak attack!"

thump!

Su Haoran exerted too much force, and his stamina wave after wave, directly pressing Zhang Yong to kneel in front of him.

Zhang Yong felt humiliated, his eyes were filled with red bloodshots, "Ah, ah! How dare you force me to kneel down, you damn it."

"Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Su Haoran stopped and retreated without oversulching his opponent. He said calmly: "I will let you understand a truth: Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you. No matter who you face in the future, don't be so arrogant. If you meet someone who is harder than you, you will be the one who kneels down."

"Bastard, I'll kill you." Zhang Yong jumped up and thrust his fist at Su Haoran.

"Get back."

The man behind finally moved. He stepped behind Zhang Yong in one step, grabbed his collar and threw it back, shouting loudly: "Isn't it embarrassing enough, right? Your soft knees completely threw away the face of the Immortal Palace, and rolled back to watch."

Zhang Yong was thrown four or five meters away, and sat on the ground with a thud, then his whole face turned red.

Although he was unwilling to accept it, he also understood that he was indeed not as good as Su Haoran. The gap in strength between the two was as big as a natural barrier. Now that he wanted to regain his face, he could only rely on his fellow disciples.

"Ding! The master taught Tianjiao the principles of being a human being to prevent him from being killed for recklessness after half a year, saving a life indirectly, and taking three stars of merit."

Su Haoran did not expect that this time he forced someone to kneel down and said a big truth, he could still obtain a three-star merit.

Su Haoran was in a good mood and met another man, with a confident curve on the corner of his mouth and said, "You are the first day of the Immortal Palace?"

"Yes, my name is Jiang Ming, a thirty-nine-year-old sub-saint."

When he mentioned his age and cultivation, an unconcealed pride appeared on Jiang Ming's face: "So, I can become the first day of the Immortal Palace. You may not have imagined that I am not only a young sub-saint, but also opened seventy-eight physical secret treasures, plus two great god treasures, and even facing some true saints, I have the power to fight."

"Oh, so awesome!"

Su Haoran really felt that the other party was very powerful, stronger than all the young masters he knew, but compared to him, this guy was still much weaker, so even if he thought the other party was powerful, he was not at all shocked.

"Su Haoran, do you still have the right to be arrogant in front of me?"

Jiang Ming looked at Su Haoran's expression and felt that Su Haoran did not think he was powerful at all, but looked down on him, and his tone also showed a strong smell of gunpowder.

Su Haoran said: "Actually, I am not arrogant. It is indeed amazing to achieve such a high achievement as young as you and achieve such a high level of success. But compared to me, it is still a little worse."

Is it worse than you?

Jiang Ming had only hostility towards Su Haoran, but now his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

He clenched his fists slightly and asked word by word: "What is the difference between these things in your opinion?"

Su Haoran said: "To use intuitive numbers, your combat power is 555, which is slightly stronger than ordinary True Saint Realm powerhouses. But my combat power has reached 910, so you should be able to understand this gap."

Second O!

After hearing Su Haoran's words, Jiang Ming almost cursed on the spot.

"What do you mean is that your combat power is almost twice as powerful as me? Your subtext is that I, the sub-saint, are very unbearable in front of you?" When Jiang Ming asked this, a raging anger was already igniting in his eyes.

Su Haoran waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that you are a sub-saint, but you are very strong, stronger than all the sub-saints I have seen, but they are not comparable to me. In my opinion, sub-saints are not as good as dogs! Even the very powerful sub-saints are like this."

"hehe!"

Zhang Yong, who was sitting behind, was amused by Su Haoran. He gritted his teeth and said, "Good boy, you'd better be a little more vicious. The more arrogant you are, the more miserable you will die in a while. My senior brother has a bad temper. He will kill people when he gets angry."

As Zhang Yong expected, Jiang Ming was not talking, and suddenly stepped forward and punched Su Haoran.

Just the moment he raised his fist, an explosion broke through the sound barrier between him and Su Haoran.

From the perspective of Tianyanzhi, Su Haoran found that not only this guy's fist is strong enough and fast enough, but also this punch actually contains at least seven kinds of changes.

However, such combat power is still difficult to arouse Su Haoran's interest.

Bang!

Su Haoran casually raised his right hand, held Jiang Ming's fist firmly in front of him, and said calmly: "You have one shortcoming, that is, in order to seek various moves, hesitated when punching. In fact, many people have such bad habits. You are much stronger than the previous eight so-called Tianjiao."

"screw you!"

Jiang Ming suddenly closed his fist and kicked Su Haoran fiercely in the chest: "You are in the Tiangang Realm, what qualifications do you have to guide me? I'll ruin you!"

However, Su Haoran stretched his waist and hips with the ability to use the Yin and Yang to stretch his upper body back nearly one foot away, and at the same time lifted his knees and stretched his legs.

Bang!

The two of them both raised their feet, and Jiang Ming's kick passed through Su Haoran's chest and didn't even kick a single hair.

Su Haoran's kick exerted force with his toes, and the heavy point was on the lower side of his opponent's gluteus maximus, and its force poured heavily into the bone fracture of his large hip joint from bottom to top.

After only being hit, Jiang Ming was so painful that half of his body was numb. The raised right foot could not be dropped in time.

The most hateful thing is that Su Haoran also spoke and pointed: "Frankly speaking, I am not at all pressure now, and I even feel a little bored. You can get out of here, I still have to enter the Immortal Palace."

"With me here, you don't want to enter!"

Jiang Ming jumped back and finally pulled his right leg down, put his fists around his waist to accumulate strength, and light purple arcs appeared in front of him.

"Oh, magical power?" Su Haoran's eyes flashed with data links, and finally a hint of interest arose.

"That's right, this is my divine power, the Great Pluto suppresses it!"

Jiang Ming's fists suddenly blasted forward, and a strange force broke out into a new purple Pluto statue and suppressed Su Haoran.

Click!

Immediately, the hard soil under Su Haoran's feet collapsed and the rocks under the soil seemed to be a little overwhelmed.

I have to say that Su Haoran felt tremendous pressure. Under this magical power, he felt it was difficult for him to raise his hand.

So, Su Haoran also developed his magical powers, "The holy priests worshipped!"

The tall phantoms of the nine ancient sages appeared and worshiped Su Haoran together.

With the blessing of the nine sages, Su Haoran's power limit increased and formed extreme pressure to Jiang Ming.

boom!

The Colossus of Pluto was directly exploded by Su Haoran's thrust force. At the same time, Su Haoran waved his hand casually, hitting Jiang Ming so hard that he blew blood and flew up.

This is the power of the ancient saint body. He, who is in the Tiangang realm, crosses two realms to fight against the saints, but he can be so powerful and relaxed.

"No, I can't lose to you."

Even though he was seriously injured by Su Haoran's punch, Jiang Ming was still not convinced. He put his hands together in the air, suddenly frozen in the air, shouting loudly: "The magical power of the gods, the great summoning technique, summon the thirty-eight gate masters of the guard palace."

Behind Jiang Ming, an illusory light curtain suddenly appeared.

One by one, the powerful sub-saints came out of the light curtain, and there were as many as thirty-eight people.

What's even more terrifying is that with the blessing of Jiang Ming's magical power, these thirty-eight sub-saints were actually connected with breaths, forming a strange formation, which increased the combat power of these thirty-eight people by at least 50%.

"It's interesting." Su Haoran also felt great pressure when he met the thirty-eight sub-saints.
Chapter completed!