Vol 3 Chapter 221: Practice dojo

The scene of this powerful and invincible Son made the monks of the Xiuzhen ancient people who were concerned about the changes here, and their hearts moved slightly.
They felt the surging coercion on the Son, and the urge to kneel and lick was born in their hearts.
But this situation didn't last long. The powerful sage suddenly became mad, twitched, and the lightning crackled on the surface of the body, as if he was going into a fire and the thunderbolt split himself.
"What, what's going on?"
The prince was only three seconds away, panic appeared in his eyes, and he raised his head, only to find that Feng Hao did not know when he had come to him.
Feng Hao stretched out his hand and caught a bolt of lightning. In his hands, lightning changed randomly into various shapes, cheering like a little baby being held in his palm by his parents.
The child's mouth twitched.
"Do you want to kill me?" Feng Hao said indifferently.
Grunt!
Shengzi swallowed, and he suddenly found out that ... he was totally wrong, and the eight-layer strength was obviously not enough in front of Feng Hao.
Think about it, too, for such a powerful little beast, slaughtering a saint is no different from killing a chicken and slaughtering a sheep. How could he follow a weak chicken?
"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding ..."
The back of the Son has been soaked with sweat, and his hair has been scorched by lightning, with a charming look on his face: "It is the people of the Duanmu family who are instigating. Ben Shengzi has deeply realized his mistake. go away……"
"..."
The performance of the Holy Son made Xiuzhen ancient monks who were concerned about the changes here.
This saint was so powerful before that that he wanted to wind Feng Hao with his subordinates. Who knew how long it took to pass, he was almost killed.
Feng looked scornfully at the Son, and shook his head, "Why bother? You know I won't be soft-hearted ..."
The Son trembled suddenly, his face pale: "I slap two palms for myself, what is it? My mouth is cheap and I should have said ..."
Snapped! Snapped!
The Son consciously slaps himself with two slaps, and the charming color on his face is stronger.
At the same time, his physical injury was finally recovered, and the joy of a long absence emerged, making him unable to bear his voice.
"It's a shame that the Son behind the Mu family is shameful!"
"Well! I thought it was too much, but I didn't expect it to be a fox and a tiger, and it was the same for the gods. I ca n’t reach their height today with the resources of the earth ..."
"Yes, the divine realm intervenes in things on the earth. Obviously, it is directed at the great opportunity. If the good chance is controlled by us, then the divine realm will be just that."
In the eyes of many ancient monks, Xun radiated hot light,
After hearing the words of the ancient monks, the face of the gods of the realm couldn't help getting hot, and there was no one like that of the gods of the realm.
But ... who doesn't care for his life? If he suppresses Feng Hao and is killed by a small ball racket, it still has a good name. After the death, the Holy King might resurrect him and seal a title.
But if killed by Feng Hao, let alone chase it down, it is estimated that there is not even a tomb.
Therefore, the best way is to temporarily save your life. The green hills to stay are not afraid of burning wood. Isn't this the old saying of the earth people?
That's pretty good.
噗通!
The Shengzi knelt down directly on the top of the snow mountain, and then he slaps two hands slap hard, looking at Fenghao said: "You treat me as a fart, let it go ..."
"Unfortunately, I have no habit of farting ..."
Feng Hao looked at the saint with disappointment, and then his eyes suddenly condensed, his body shaped like the same lightning, passing by this saint ...
Uh!
The next moment, the Holy Son's indestructible flesh turned directly into the red dust, slammed, and dissipated between heaven and earth with the wind.
The unicorn arm is in Feng Hao's hands and has the power to destroy everything, even if it is a divine body, it can't escape the fate of smoke.
...
Silence, when the ancient monks saw this scene, they all became silent, and once again raised Feng Hao's status to a higher level.
The sage with 80% strength can't reach Fenghao's punch.
At this moment, they no longer dare to have infidelity.
And those ancient monks who were going to Dashan to look for opportunities did not dare to act rashly. After all, Zhao Yang had already conveyed Feng Hao's will, and it was strictly forbidden to step into the ground that rose from the ground.
At the same time, the small ball is chasing and killing the three saints.
The three saints were like scared birds. They were chased by the ball. Each time the ball could kill them, but they deliberately scratched their and did not kill them immediately.
This kind of torture on the edge of life and death made them almost collapse, and tears of remorse flowed out of their eyes.
"Never stop making noise!" Feng Hao shook his head with a grin.
The little ball had no mouth, and some were unwilling to solve some of the saints, but Feng Hao spoke, and it had to do it.
The three saints trembled and looked at the small ball in horror ...
Suddenly, the claws of the small cut vegetables and melons, destroying their powerful flesh, even before the time to escape, their heads were sparsely photographed.
And the fire unicorn that was suppressed by the Saint, crawled out of the ground with a gray head and a face, and roared repeatedly: "What about the guy who killed the thousand swords? Ben Sheng will open his head scoop to hold Ben Shengzi Shit. "
Feng Hao couldn't help with the amount of support, and seriously suspected that surrendering to Fire Kirin as a mount was the most failed decision he made when he came to earth.
"Clean up the mess of the Lower Duanmu Family! By the way, this Yulong Snow Mountain is our dojo ..."
The Holy Son hasn't died yet, this is not the end of the matter, and Xuelong Snow Mountain is now a rare practice dojo. In Feng Hao's view, it can be completely used by him.
"Ok!"
Xiao Qiu Qiu also liked this practice sacred place, with joy and joy appearing in his eyes. He used to live in the metropolis and practiced in this Jade Dragon Snow Mountain.
So the group directly entered the Yulong Snow Mountain, and Feng Hao directly broke the Duanmu family formation.
This kind of formation is totally useless at this time. It might as well be broken, and then re-arranged.
When Feng Hao and Huo Qilin and the small ball entered the holy place of the Duanmu family, they waited for the killing of the Tianluodi net.
With the help of several great sons, the Duanmu family actually completed most of the advent of the strong.
A young man with an epee standing in the air, standing behind him, more than a hundred strong men full of the breath of the Protoss, were staring at Feng Hao with a stare.
"You are Fenghao? The Terran monk who forced the Son of Ziyan to flee?"
The young man with a heavy sword, standing there, has no divine power on his body, but there is coercion that cannot be ignored, as if he is the master.