Chapter 312: How can I intervene?

Huang Xiaolong paused and flew to the roof of a palace. !
In this ghost palace, Huang Xiaolong found that his gods were restricted, and at most he could only spread 100 meters. The ghost palace is not wide enough, and the 100-meter range has no effect at all.
Huang Xiaolong's heart moved, the eyebrows of the eyebrows opened, and the eyes of really looked farther than the gods. Through the palace, Huang Xiaolong could see the scenes of several palaces in the back.
However, the scope is only over a thousand meters.
More than a thousand meters, Huang Xiaolong shook his head, and more than a thousand meters did not really matter.
Huang Xiaolong fell to the ground, after all, on the roof, the target was too obvious.
Suddenly, there was a strong wave of power in front.
Judging from the wave of volatility, the two people in the fierce battle are undoubtedly semi-sacred, and the strength should be stronger than Feng Gong who died under Huang Xiaolong when he was in the Tiger Mountain.
Huang Xiaolong swept his body and flew in the direction of the fierce battle.
After a while, I came to the scene.
I saw two people in the fierce battle, two young people who looked quite young, one wearing a red robe, one wearing a purple robe, wearing a red robe and depicting a double-headed beast pattern. The pattern, Huang Xiaolong once seen in He Yunxiong of Wan Gucheng, He Yunxiong also portrayed such a pattern at the chest of his robes.
This young man in red robe is undoubtedly a man of the ancient city, and should be a disciple of He Yunxiong.
As for the young man in purple robes, the sleeve is a giant elephant pattern.
Giant elephant? It seems that this purple robe young man is the city of the gods, Luo Wujun's disciple!
Luo Wujun, the city of the gods, is also one of the top ten strong people in the chaotic land.
Judging from the situation of the two people's fierce battles, the strength of this Luo Wujun disciple is stronger than that of He Yunxiong's disciple.
The two men’s fists, the palms of the shadows, the high altitude, constantly came and slammed.
Suddenly, Luo Bujun’s disciple’s body shape was a fold. He swung in the sky, and a palm was printed on the back of Nahe Yunxiong’s disciple.
"Hey!" Sun Haoran squirted blood in his mouth and fell to the ground.
Wu Zhangfei fell to the ground and looked at Sun Haoran who fell to the ground. He sneered a little: "Sun Haoran, I didn't expect it, you will die here."
Sun Haoran wiped the blood of his mouth and his face was calm: "I am dead, Master will take revenge for me."
Wu Zhang heard the words and laughed loudly: "Master Zun? Hey, do you think that the old guy of He Yunxiong can still leave the ghost town? Tell you that this time the ghost town was born, you are nine men and women, and you don't want to leave the ghost town!"
"You!" Sun Haoran's face changed: "What do you say!"
"What do I say?" Wu Zhang sneered: "When you are in hell, you can ask He Yunxiong." After that, the flying body flashed, and both palms slammed into Sun Haoran's chest.
Sun Haoran panicked and retreated. However, Wu Zhang’s palms went hand in hand, and he was constantly approaching. Seeing that Sun Haoran was shot by Wu Zhang, suddenly, the Buddha’s shadow appeared in the sky.
Wu Zhang was shocked and took a backhand and greeted him.
A loud bang and a powerful anti-seismic force made Wu Zhang’s body shape retreat, and it stopped until it was a few hundred meters away. Wu Zhang was shocked and looked away. I saw that I didn’t know when a young black man stood. Sun Haoran was in front of him.
Huang Xiaolong ignored the surprise of Wu Zhang and turned to look at Sun Haoran: "Are you okay?"
Sun Haoran also looked at Huang Xiaolong with surprise and accident. He heard Huang Xiaolong ask, came back to God and shook his head and said, "I am fine. Thank you."
Huang Xiaolong thought for a moment, took out a white ganoderma lucidum from the Shura ring, and suddenly surrounded the fragrance, the original dark space was bright, like white.
"This, this is Bai Lingzhi!" Wu Zhang and Sun Haoran both exclaimed at the same time, staring closely at the white Ganoderma lucidum in the hands of Huang Xiaolong, only to see the white Ganoderma lucidum in the hands of Huang Xiaolong, crystal clear, transparent, and inside the Ganoderma lucidum, there is a white lotion Keep flowing.
This is exactly the kind of elixir that Huang Xiaolong found at the bottom of the Broken Tiger Valley.
Geriatric Ganoderma lucidum is very common, but it is rare in the millennium. It can be said to be extinct in 10,000 years. As for the king of Ganoderma lucidum, it is not necessary to mention Bai Lingzhi.
The king of Ganoderma lucidum, Bai Lingzhi can not only improve the cultivation, but also heal the holy medicine.
In the hot eyes of the two, Huang Xiaolong sent Bai Lingzhi to the front of Sun Haoran: "This, you swallow it."
Sun Haoran stayed and looked at Huang Xiaolong unbelievably. He asked indefinitely: "You, sure, want to swallow this white ganoderma?"
Huang Xiaolong nodded and smiled: "I owe a senior to the seniors."
At the beginning of the city of the gods, He Yunxiong solved the problem for Huang Xiaolong, and now save his disciples, it is also to return this person.
As for this white ganoderma, it may be a rare medicine in the eyes of others, but it is nothing for Huang Xiaolong.
In the Shura martial arts, hundreds of medicinal herbs, this white ganoderma lucidum is the bottom.
"The original brother knows the master." Sun Haoran was relieved, but still pushed: "But it is too expensive, the brothers still take it back, my injury is not heavy." After that, I will send Bai Lingzhi back to Huang Xiaolong. .
Indeed, in his view, Huang Xiaolong’s human condition is too big, so he is embarrassed to accept such a rare medicine.
At this moment, suddenly the figure flashed, Wu Zhang reached out and pointed to the white Lingzhi.
However, he just came to Bai Lingzhi, and the sky appeared in the sky, and the invisible hurricane was set off. As the giant waves were heavy and heavy, Wu Zhang was shocked and panicked.
"Big cut palm!" He slammed his palms and slammed forward.
Dozens of palm knives appeared across the sky, and they rushed to the hurricane that had been set off in the sky.
"!"
The sky disappeared, and the hurricane finally blocked, but even so, Wu Zhang was scared of a cold sweat, watching Huang Xiaolong in horror, only he began to know, how much horror Huang Xiaolong was.
What is the origin of this young black-haired young man? It is only a congenital tenth-order late peak, and the strength is so terrible?
Wu Zhang’s throat is a little dry, watching Huang Xiaolong: "This friend, this is the city of our gods and the ancient city, I hope that you are best not to intervene."
Huang Xiaolong’s face is indifferent:
How about if I step in?

At the beginning of the city of the gods, Zhao Chen unscrupulously shot Huang Xiaolong, and the city guards of the gods turned to Zhao Chen, which made Huang Xiaolong have no good feelings for the city of the gods.
Wu Zhang heard the words and shook his head: "The friend's strength is good, but I advise you not to use anything else, so as not to bring disaster to your family."
Wu Zhang’s words are not empty words. If you dare to intervene in the city of the gods, you can’t find a few in the chaotic land.
At this time, that Sun Haoran also pleaded: "Brother, you still go." He also felt that Huang Xiaolong did not need to sin the city of the gods for the sake of the ancient city, even if Huang Xiaolong owed him the honor of He Yunxiong. There is no need to do this either.