Chapter 184: The Mantis Yellow Bird

Zuo Mo raised his hand and shot out the Wukong flag without saying a word.

The dark and delicate iron flagpole, carrying a black flag like ink, the two red characters "Wukong" are like swords, almost struggling and flying out of the flag body!

As soon as the Wukong flag appeared, the sword intent surged, like an invisible hand, stirring a pool of calm spring water. The air around it was cold and cold, and undercurrents surged.

Zuo Mo looked at the cultivator getting closer and closer to the sky, and he quickly typed out various magic tricks with both hands.

The Wukong flag above his head suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and countless sword lights of different colors flew out from the flag, like countless fish of different colors, swimming around Zuomo.

Zuo Mobu, who was protected by the sword light, became bolder.

The Wukong Banner is a token of this sect, which is refined by several elders of the Golden Elixir stage, and contains the sword lights of various golden elixir masters. Due to his cultivation, he cannot exert the maximum power of the Wukong Banner, but the sword lights of the Golden Elixir masters are still extremely dangerous and terrifying for cultivators in the Condensation Stage.

Fortunately, there is no Golden Pill master among this group of people!

Zuo Mo stared at the cultivators flying closer and closer in the sky, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous. For the first time, he faced so many cultivators alone, and the other party obviously had a bad intention.

However, although he was nervous, he didn't have too many distractions in his heart, and his mind was extremely clear. Just waiting for the other party to move, he would launch a thunder attack without hesitation!

The cultivators in the sky stopped and stood in a distance.

Zhang Hao stared at the black flag with a hesitation.

Zou Han's face was ferocious and distorted, his eyes showed a deep hatred, and his fists clenched into a slight whistle.

Wei Rong's little face turned pale, and his body was trembling like a bamboo pole. When others saw the flag, they looked like they saw a ghost, with deep fear on their faces, and their bodies couldn't help but shrink back slightly.

For a moment, more than seventy people in a group suddenly fell into a strange dead silence, silent.

"Boss, I have been with you for ten years, and you know your temper. I don't want to drag everyone down. I'll end my grudge. Don't stop me!" Zou Han's voice seemed to emerge from the depths of Jiuyou. Everyone's face changed a lot when they heard it, and those who were as timid as Wei Rong were even more disgusted.

Some time ago, Wufeng Thief, who was rampant in Wuji, happened to encounter Wukong Sword Sect, and the team led by Wei Sheng was immediately beaten to pieces and suffered severe damage. One of Zou Han's eyes and one leg was injured by Wei Sheng.

Wei Sheng's Wukong Sword Art is now small, and the sword intent invades the body. Zou Han tried all the spiritual pills, but it could not be cured. The hatred for Wukong Sword Sect is also deeply rooted in the bone marrow. He has always thought about taking revenge, but the only way to achieve it is to meet the lonely Wukong Sword disciples, killing and relieving their energy.

I didn't expect to meet a disciple from Wukong Sword Sect.

Staring at the big flag, Zhang Hao didn't say anything. He could naturally see that this disciple was undoubtedly the core disciple of Wukong Sword Sect. If he really killed this Wukong Sword Sect disciple today, Wukong Sword Sect would never give up.

How could Zhang Hao feel resentment when he was almost killed by Wukong Sword Sect? But he recognized the situation clearly, and it was Wu Fengsie's strength. To find trouble with Wukong Sect would be a way to die. If he could endure this tone, nothing would happen. He knew very well that in the eyes of Wukong Sect, he did not take Wu Fengsie seriously at all. As long as he did not provoke, Wukong Sect would not remember that there were people like them.

But if Zou Han is allowed to seek revenge alone, what do other brothers think? Zou Han is the veteran of Wufeng Thief. He has followed him for ten years and has made countless contributions. If he is so cold, the other brothers will only be completely disappointed.

When the people's hearts disperse, the black wind thief will disperse.

Besides, the secret realm...

The secret realm is like a heavy weight, and the balance in Zhang Hao's heart suddenly tilted.

This is the Jiehe River. If you kill this disciple and escape from the mountain world, no matter how powerful Wukong Sword Sect is, you can't do anything to them. But these brothers under you are there, and there will be a way out wherever you go.

He never thought about whether he would lose. After so long as he had been working hard, the other party came out alone, and he was still a cultivator in the foundation-building stage.

No matter how powerful Wukongqi is, if such a large group of people cannot kill a foundation-building cultivator, they will go back to eat milk.

What a pity this flag...

Even though he knew that Wukong Flag was extraordinary, he didn't dare to ask for it. Such sects would definitely leave a unique mark on it. Holding it is equivalent to telling others where they are. Wukong Sword Sect only needs a Jindan elder to come out, which is enough to kill all of them.

Zhang Hao took a deep breath, his eyes flashed with a fierce look, and he said viciously: "What are you saying? Our group of people are coming and going in the wind and rain, they are just a family! Wukong Sword Sect is amazing! We can't beat them! But we can't fucking shit! I was so miserable last time. If we want to take a detour, who can afford to lose this person?"

Zhang Hao looked around and many people showed shame on their faces. Yes, no matter how powerful Wukong Sword Sect is, if they even take a detour when they meet an opponent's disciple, it would be too embarrassing to spread it!

Zhang Hao's tone was a little slower: "Where is this? This is the boundary river! As long as you cross the boundary river, it is the mountain world! No matter how powerful he is, can he run to the mountain world and run wild? Hehe, we people, at that time, can they find us any cat at that time?"

Everyone else nodded when they heard this.

Zhang Hao continued to add fuel to the fire, full of incitement: "Secret Realm! Brothers! As long as we catch those three guys, we will be fat! With crystal stones, we can't be free wherever we go? We are all mankind!"

After a few words, a group of people were immediately aroused by Zhang Hao. Everyone's eyes were full of murderous aura, and they just wanted to razed the desert reef to the ground immediately!

Feeling the other party's murderous aura becoming stronger and stronger, Zuo Mo knew that a big battle was inevitable, and he did not have the slightest desire to be lucky. He didn't know who the other party was, but he was not afraid of seeing Wukongqi. He was definitely not an ordinary cultivator.

In one pair of seventy, he knew that his chances of winning were very small.

But there was nowhere to escape in this vast ocean. Moreover, the junior brothers he brought were all producing cultivators. If they abandoned them, they would have only one fate.

He cut off all other thoughts and stared at the murderous cultivators in the sky, and a sudden sense of pride suddenly rose in his heart.

Isn’t it just a battle?

Brother Break, your mouth is covered in blood!

He felt his blood boiling all over his body and his heart was surging.

Just as he was about to launch the Tianhuan Yueyin Formation, he suddenly let out a light cry, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

The sky-ring moon-sounding array...

The disciples of Wukong Sword Sect gathered together, and everyone looked unhappy. The only one who was calm was probably Gongsun Cha, and even Chunyu Cheng's face turned a little pale.

"What is the origin of these people? They dare to attack our Wukong Sword Sect! Aren't they afraid of our sect's pursuit?" Chunyu Cheng's voice trembled.

Gongsun Cha sneered: "This group of people must be bandits, so I don't know which one they are. Chasing them? How to chase them? They ran to the hill world, and the sect had no choice."

"What can I do...What can I do..." Chunyu Cheng had no master.

Gongsun Cha shrugged and spread his white palms: "Let's look at Senior Brother Zuo."

"Senior Brother Zuo has only one person..."

"There is no way, accept your fate."

About dozens of miles away from the Wastewood Reef, a group of people were also staring at the Wastewood Reef in the distance.

"Haha, I have a look now. Who do you think has a chance of winning?" said the yellow-faced man with a smile.

Next to him was a cultivator in black. He was as thin as firewood and had a sinister look. He was the ghost wind that had appeared in the sword test meeting. On the other side, he was indifferent, his hair was as straight as iron wire and his collarbone was always long.

The other cultivators looked at the three people in awe and subconsciously kept a distance from the three people.

Guifeng's eyes are green and his cultivation is obviously much deeper than before. His voice is hoarse: "He has no condensation." The implication is self-evident. He still has no clue about the origin of the yellow-faced man, and it is extremely mysterious. He only knows that the Huang Han man calls himself Fu Feng.

He practiced "The Sword of the Ghost", which is a very skeleton sword technique. Although he is very talented, "The Sword of the Ghost" is incomplete, and it is even more difficult to go further. At this moment, Fu Feng took out a mental method to recruit him. "The Sword of the Nine Ghosts", a mental method that he had never heard of before, which made him choose to join without hesitation.

But when he saw Chang Heng, he couldn't help but feel a little shocked. He estimated that Chang Heng should be similar to his situation, but he didn't know what kind of mental method Fu Feng gave Chang Heng.

As for the other group of foundation-building cultivators, he didn't take it seriously. He actually felt it was quite unnecessary. With him and Chang Heng, these thirty-six foundation-building cultivators would not play any role at all. The problems that the three of them could not solve, plus these thirty-six foundation-building cultivators could not solve, which would instead drag down their speed.

But these 36 foundation-building cultivators were recruited by Fu Feng, so Gui Feng would not be bored to make trouble for this bad intention.

"What do you think?" Fu Feng turned his face and asked Chang Heng.

Chang Heng said lightly: "Zuo Mosheng."

"Hey, you are so confident in him." Fu Feng smiled unexpectedly. Fu Feng was not handsome, so ordinary that he could not be more ordinary, but his expression and behavior had a shocking power.

Gui Feng was quite dissatisfied with this when he heard this. This was not a sword test meeting. Zhang Hao and the group of Wufeng thieves were all extremely vicious. This was a death battle. A foundation-building cultivator, not to mention winning, would be proud to be able to withstand a few hours.

But he didn't say anything. Chang Heng was still quite afraid. There was no need to feel resentment with the other party about such irrelevant issues. His strength has increased significantly during this period, and Chang Heng's strength has increased by no means inferior to himself.

Fu Feng did not bother with this issue. He glanced at the confrontation parties from afar and said calmly: "No matter what their victory or defeat, we must also get the exact news from Zhang Hao and the others in the secret realm."

The inconspicuous feeling in everyone's hearts were terrified.
Chapter completed!