As a member of the patrol guard who existed in the backbone of the Great Xia Empire, he naturally understood the meaning of his captain. At that moment, five or six middle-stage foundation-building monks quietly left. After remedial, many monks began to gather in the market, and even more, a large group of monks gathered around Zhenlongtai in a fierce manner.

The mid-stage monk failed in the foundation building period but did not lose his life. In the eyes of some people, it was somewhat embarrassing, but only he knew the safety of his own life. This battle was a joke, and he had never even touched the corner of his clothes. Although he had advanced to the first level, only a few people could understand the meaning of this.

Several companions in the audience were happy and worried, and they were different, but they also expressed their opinions. The peak monk of foundation-building was the first to ask questions.

"What's going on? How could your sword skills be so unbearable?"

The monks at the fourth level of foundation building tightened their faces. No, they had already built the fifth level of foundation building, but they still felt the pressure of the three peak foundation building monks and replied hurriedly: "Three seniors, I have really tried my best, but that little thief is very slippery, really..."

As he spoke, dense beads of sweat oozing out of his tight forehead, which fell down. Although he was both a foundation-building monk, who could challenge him step by step like drinking water like a monster like Zhou Hao?

The few of them were originally from casual cultivators, not from famous families, or masters with inheritance. They were able to practice to their current realm and had not yet fallen halfway. This was a blessing to the heavens. The three peak foundation-building cultivators were considered to be outside disciples of Tianyan Sect, and they were originally from, so they were naturally not comparable to them.

Seeing that no information was found, the three of them looked at each other, and then one of them ordered: "Since that's the case, you should go and stabilize your cultivation. After all, it is an opportunity to go further."

After obtaining permission and thanking the monk, he left in the envious eyes of several other monks, looking for a safe place to stabilize his cultivation.

Zhou Hao did not rest for too long. After all, this group of monks did not intend to let him go easily. However, the same thing naturally would not allow it to happen twice. This time, the three peak monks at the foundation building had to fight directly. No matter what means they used, they must be divided into life and death, even if they fought for their lives. If anyone was like the former, they would be liquidated afterwards.

As soon as these words were said, the other monks' faces were instantly pale. They were not afraid of death and war, nor were they young people. Even the youngest ones had already passed the age of 60 years, so they naturally understood the fate of monks, especially this kind of life-and-death battle.

What makes them even more palpitations is not their own death, but their immortality. The so-called liquidation is the reason why they gather together and even dare to plot against the Jindan monks. Otherwise, if the Jindan monks were not taken into consideration, they would at most be considered a hard dish.

He was wearing a black tight light armor, like a raccoon cat, landing silently. Zhou Hao's speed and flexibility were surprised by the group of foundation-building monks, but he didn't care. In terms of speed, some monks had enough confidence, which was no less than Zhou Hao. If Zhou Hao could control Zhou Hao's speed in the second battle, if Zhou Hao had no other means, he would be afraid that he would be unable to escape.

Two young men dressed in zipper clothes, completely different from ordinary monks, one in front and one behind, just like the breeze to caress their faces, like the golden mountain and jade pillars. In the mixed eyes of a group of mortals, they dragged themselves on their own, stepping on the warm sunshine, and walked into the new capital of the Great Xia Empire.

The little cloud is like a person and its name, like a cloud, and it is easily integrated into these three thousand prosperity, without any dust, lingering among the streets and alleys, wandering among the vast palaces, without any concern for its so-called opportunity.

Pang Zhongkai was simple and unpretentious, dressed in a shirt, a simple face, and a pure and honest atmosphere. He felt close to others when talking to others. Although he was a little worried about Xiaoyun, he did not think too much about him. He was firm in his will and had his own opinions. He had been integrated into it after a moment of entering the city.

After all, Zhou Hao only used the spiritual power refined by the Sutra of the Eternal Life, and the seven-spirit spirit god was completely lurking, so his combat power was in vain, even less than one or two of the peak period. He was targeted by the cultivator at speed, and he was covered in scars in a moment. If this cultivator hadn't been almost fired, he would have been covered in bruises at this time.

"Lin Head, this guy won't lose..." Not far away, Lin Tao, the men who set up a bet at the opening, saw Zhou Hao's clothes shattered and dodged desperately like a candle in the wind, but rarely fought back. He couldn't help but feel worried. Zhou Hao's battle was too relaxed just now, making him mistakenly think that Zhou Hao pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger. Therefore, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and took out more than half of his net worth and bought Zhou Haosheng.

Unexpectedly, at the beginning of the second battle, Zhou Hao was suppressed, and even his robe was split several times. Every time he was a little bit less, Zhou Hao would have to be bloody.

Splashing three feet, it makes people frightened.

Lin Tao has good cultivation, at least his eyesight is good. Although he is also thinking of a gambler, he is undoubtedly very courageous and decisive. In fact, no matter what the gambling rules he sets are, they are always sure to make a profit. Seeing that his subordinates are uneasy, he laughed and reached out to pat the guy and said, "Get out, watch your fun with peace of mind. Can I still lose your kid?"

The foundation-building subordinate was stunned at first, and then he was happily flattering, wishing that he could show his loyalty to Lin Tao to see clearly. Lin Tao didn't say much, and invisibly won people's hearts.

Zhou Hao was persisting, gritting his teeth and persevering again and again, sitting in the fog of the vast sea for four hundred years. Although he knew in his heart that it was the function of the Haotian God Clan, he also understood that although his body was not practiced, he had no actual training, which was too rigid.

During the first battle, the feeling of decay on his body began to torture him as Zhou Hao continued to deal with the attacks. At first he thought that his body was experiencing the battle and could not adapt for a while. However, as time passed, the monk's sword skills were fully developed. Zhou Hao finally felt as if he had woken up, and his blood began to gradually boil.

When this monk who was as fast as a raccoon cat took action, Zhou Hao immediately stood up all his hair. The fatal crisis wrapped around his neck like a rope, causing the blood in his body to continue to stimulate.

This monk was indeed extraordinary in reaching out. Compared with the first, he was more tricky and ruthless in terms of speed and attack methods alone. The spiritual sword about the size of the ruler in his palm was like a maggot in his tarsal bone, locking Zhou Hao's vital points, pricking, stabbing, and slashing, causing Zhou Hao to dare not be negligent.

With quick fights, Zhou Hao and this monk who didn't even want to report their names, were chasing and fighting wildly on the Dragon Town Platform like gyros. At first, they could see moves. As the foundation-building activities of the meridian blood began, the two of them were like two hurricanes, circling and roaring on the platform like a moving black whirlwind.

Zhou Hao didn't dare to stay for a moment, and even every time he moved to avoid it, he couldn't even wait for a moment in a place. Once there was a moment of pause, what awaited him would be a fierce and ruthless killing puncture, wishing he could kill him with one move.
Chapter completed!