However, when Xu Hao saw Old Zhong beside the old man, he seemed to understand something.

As his eyes continued to turn, he also saw Zhao Youran and Yang Kun who were obviously hostile.

Zhao Youran's mouth squirmed, as if he was lip-talking at him.

"Boy, you're dead this time!"

Xu Hao sneered in his heart.

Who is dead?

How could he not see that Zhao Youran's cultivation level has increased to the late stage of Qi Condensation Realm, and his strength has increased significantly.

But he recently got a sharp idea. If he cooperated with the unique last move of the Hundred Steps Flying Sword, "Hundred Steps Mingxin", and if he fought with Zhao Youran, who is also a sword cultivator, he could cut off the opponent's weapons with one sword. In this way, he would attack all the way and not be afraid of Zhao Youran now.

Faced with Zhao Youran's provocation, Xu Hao was too lazy to pay attention.

Seeing Xu Hao's look unwilling to pay attention to him, Zhao Youran was furious and felt unhappy.

Even the good mood brought by my strength has been greatly improved has been eliminated.

Originally, last time, Zhao Youran wanted to trouble Xu Hao, but the latter was like a turtle that was shrouded and could not be found at all. And when he was approaching the inner courtyard for the assessment, he had to return home to practice.

I just let him go for the time being.

Unexpectedly, this kid was still breathing. Do you really think he can't do anything to him?

Zhao Youran stared at Xu Hao's figure, and a trace of coldness appeared in his eyes, revealing his murderous intent.

Boy, even if you can't kill you.

You're also ruined.

Let you return to the ranks of waste!
Chapter completed!