When cultivators compete, they compare their cultivation, followed by combat power, and then to respond to war. In terms of cultivation, Zhou Hao undoubtedly has a great advantage. Needless to say, Zhou Hao has a combat power, as for combat response, Zhou Hao is gradually adapting to his body that has become different from the past.

With all kinds of advantages, the advantage of the Feng Ling Root monk began to fade away instantly after the explosion. It seemed that in just a moment, Zhou Hao became a whirlwind, and it was like the Feng Ling Root monk lost his successor power and his body slowed down, so he could only maintain a stable pursuit and fight with the enemy.

Lin Tao slowly put down the teacup in his hand, let out a heavy sigh, and said to himself: "Damn, I'm so scared, it's okay."

As if he had thought of something, he shouted at his subordinate Zhan Xiu, "Go and have someone come and have a good wine, and I will also send a copy to each of my brothers, and continue to spread the news."

When his subordinate Zhan Xiu heard the good wine, he immediately slapped his horse happily. Ordinary monks would not drink easily. Even the best wine in the world, when it comes to the monks, it is not a supplement, but a poison, which may damage spiritual power and correct its roots. It is wine. Even ordinary wine has extremely strong penetration. It hates that it can easily invade blood and anesthetize the soul.

Whenever a monk drinks alcohol, the wine that is brewed with spiritual medicine can help improve the absorption and refinement of spiritual power. However, the Jindan monks rarely leave spiritual wine. The so-called good wine is even the second most spiritual wine in the eyes of Jindan monks, but for the foundation-building monks, it is a great tonic and low-level spiritual stones.

"Boss, this time, how can you disperse the news like this? Are you still saying that you will pick eight?"

Lin Tao stretched out his hand and punched the foundation-building monk hard on the head, lowered his voice and said angrily: "Are you stupid? Do you understand a lie only once? In other words, if you want to change it, it's better. This time, you still have to blow it, but if you are blowing the foundation-building monks, you say that this kid can only escape and has no means to hurt people. Hehe, the fool knows the truth that long-term guard will lose. You said, who will the monks who come to bet on the table win?"

The foundation-building monk was like an amnesty, happily went to help Lin Tao spread the news again and received his own gain. He was still wondering whether to buy Zhou Hao's remaining little spirit stones. For a moment, his mind was a little confused and he couldn't tell whether his boss was optimistic about the few people or the more people.

The monk who wants to fight desperately is cruel and even harder to deal with. The monk Feng Ling Root knows that he has no chance to kill Zhou Hao, but he understands that if he is like anyone before, the three devils behind him will never let him go.

Therefore, seeing that Zhou Hao became more and more slippery, even faster than himself, he had the idea of ​​exchanging injuries and fighting for his life with his life. He did what he thought of. When Zhou Hao slapped his palms again, his palm movements were old and he had no choice but to swing, his body, which should have dodged, suddenly paused, and the short sword suddenly stabbed out like a poisonous snake.

Sneer, a blood line reappeared, Zhou Hao was shocked, and the palms were so hot that it hurt like a knife, and the drops of blood instantly dyed red with both palms. But what was strange was that the blood drops did not flow, but were like water drops, which were stuck in Zhou Hao's palms, but they did not fall.

With one move, the Feng Ling Root cultivator flashed rapidly, stabbed out with a sword, and headed straight to the vital point of his throat.

"Hmph! Looking for death."
Chapter completed!