"How arrogant. He actually delivered himself to my doorstep."
In the dark night, a silhouette dashed from the forest towards the foot of Mount Hua.
His feet did not touch the ground. He flew in the air, displaying an extremely powerful technique. If an ordinary person saw this, they would be shocked.
They would think that a martial arts expert had appeared.
Under the faint moonlight, the silhouette's face was revealed. It was the face of a middle-aged man. He carried a sword on his back and had an arrogant look in his eyes.
"An ignorant junior revealed his abilities as a cultivator in front of ordinary people. He will be hunted by cultivators everywhere. Yet, he dares to ascend Mount Hua? Asking for immortal cultivation techniques? Simply arrogant to the extreme! There's no need for the Patriarch to do anything. I, Zhou Boyun, am enough to kill him a thousand times over. "
The middle-aged man's expression was cold. As he flew in the air and muttered to himself, a murderous intent gathered between his brows. The surrounding temperature seemed to drop by a few degrees.
Clearly, he was a cultivator from the Zhou family. Moreover, his cultivation level was not low.
At the same time, Feng Hao had already come out of the hotel. He stopped on the mountain path near the forest, planning to intercept the man there.
"Patriarch Zhou? That doesn't make sense. How can he be so weak? "
Feng Hao was confused. He looked at the end of the path. There, a silhouette was flying in the air. The murderous intent gathered between his brows. The sounds of birds, beasts, and insects in the surroundings fell silent.
"Hmm? An ordinary person? He saw me on the ancient path of Mount Hua so late at night. Looks like I can only kill him and throw him off the cliff. Tomorrow, the news will report that someone fell off the cliff … "
Zhou Boyun saw Feng Hao but did not sense any spiritual energy ripples that belonged to a cultivator.
"Little brother, it's so late. Aren't you going back? To watch the sunrise? "
Zhou Boyun did not kill him immediately. He approached Feng Hao with a cold gaze. His hand held a sword seal, ready to kill at any time.
Feng Hao smiled innocently. He stared at the spiritual sword on Zhou Boyun's back and said, "Uncle, you didn't go back either, did you? I heard that there are immortals on Mount Hua. It was reported on the news. I plan to come here to find immortal opportunities. "
"Look at the sword on your back. It's filled with an ancient aura. Uncle, are you an immortal cultivator? That's great! Uncle, do you think I have the wisdom to cultivate with you? "
Feng Hao had a strong learning ability, and his adaptability was unquestionable. He had learned a lot of role-playing skills on the internet.
Right now, he was nothing more than an ordinary person who had come to Mount Hua to pursue the Opportunity of the Celestial Path because he had seen the news.
"You saw it?" Zhou Boyun stared at Feng Hao.
"What did you see?"
Feng Hao was puzzled. Then, he took a step forward and stretched out his hand. Without any fluctuations of spiritual power, he directly grabbed the spirit sword on Zhou Boyun's back.
"Hmph, a mere mortal dares to lay a finger on the Spirit Sword of the Immortal Dao? You are courting death."
Zhou Boyun snorted coldly in his heart. The sword on his back had been passed down for more than three hundred years. It was a spirit sword that Emperor Kangxi had bestowed upon Forefather Zhou during his reign. Only cultivators could touch it.
Ordinary people would die upon touching it.
That was good too. He didn't have to do it himself.
Feng Hao did not encounter any obstruction. He took out the spirit sword on Zhou Boyun's back and casually waved it a few times. Two magnificent sword flowers appeared in the air.
"This …" Zhou Boyun was shocked. This was a spirit sword of an immortal cultivator. It contained boundless spiritual power. Ordinary people and cultivators who had just entered the sect would all be killed by the sharpness of the sword.
Where did this kid come from? He actually managed to not die after taking the spirit sword, and even drew two sword flowers?
Clang!
Feng Hao held the hilt of the sword in one hand and pinched the tip of the sword with the other. With a slight force, the spirit sword broke into two with a crack.
A wave of pure spiritual power swept through in an instant. The trees in the forest tilted and their bark fell. Branches snapped as if they had experienced a hurricane.
Zhou Boyun was injured by the impact of this spiritual power. He took three to four steps back and vomited blood.
"Uncle, are you alright? But this sword of yours is really not good. It looks very beautiful, but it breaks with one pinch. It should be a counterfeit that costs tens of dollars, right? "
Fenghao looked at Zhou Boyun seriously with a harmless look on his face.
"You're Feng Hao!" Zhou Boyun seemed to have thought of something and suddenly shouted. His voice was like thunder, shaking the forest and reverberating through the mountains of Hua Mountain.
The group of disciples who rushed over behind Zhou Boyun were all shocked when they heard Zhou Boyun's junior. Feng … Feng Hao had come to fight?
"Die!"
Zhou Boyun roared angrily. The spiritual power in his body surged. He was ready to fight to the death with Feng Hao. He felt insulted. Feng Hao was pretending to be weak.
Even if he broke his spirit sword, he would definitely not let him go.
Bang! Bang!
He attacked crazily. His hands were surrounded by spiritual power. Every punch was as heavy as a thousand pounds and was full of vigor. Without the spirit sword, he could only fight in close combat.
Fortunately, the Zhou Clan had many spells that could be used for both long-range and close-range attacks.
Unfortunately, the difference in cultivation level between him and Fenghao was like heaven and earth. Fenghao casually dodged a few of his attacks, shook his head, and punched him, sending him flying into the air. He crashed into a boulder beside the ancient path. All the bones in his body were broken, and blood flowed out of his seven orifices.
"How could this be … Impossible. You're so young. There's no reason for you to be so strong. Jin Xin has a spirit root that only appears once every few hundred years, but he's not as strong as you."
Zhou Boyun coughed out a large mouthful of blood. His face was extremely pale.
His body was embedded in the huge rock. After his bones were broken, he could not break free and could only wait for death.
In the distance, the Zhou Clan disciples who rushed over saw this scene. Their hair stood on end. They saw with their own eyes that Zhou Boyun could not take a punch from Feng Hao and was smashed into a crack in the rock. They were so scared that they almost collapsed.
"Is he a Golden Core or Nascent Soul old monster? He scared this handsome brother to death. "A Zhou Clan disciple had goosebumps all over his body. He was so scared that he trembled.
"Gulp, he's so strong. He killed Elder Zhou with one punch." Another Zhou Clan disciple wiped the sweat off his forehead.
No one dared to go forward. They were all scared to the point of peeing their pants.
They had received a secret order from Zhou Kun and followed Elder Zhou Boyun down the mountain. They were going to personally capture Feng Hao, who had broken the agreement between the secular world and the cultivation world, and send him into space.
Unexpectedly, before they could reach the Cheng Clan's inn, they were intercepted by Feng Hao. Elder Zhou was half-dead as he was smashed into a rock.
"A lot of people have come!" Feng Hao said to himself. He had already seen the Zhou Clan cultivators in the darkness. Their bodies were trembling, causing rustling sounds to come from the bushes.
However, these people were scared out of their wits and did not dare to approach. Feng Hao could not be bothered to deal with them one by one. He said ruthlessly, "Bring this uncle back and tell Zhou Kun and your Zhou Clan's Patriarch that I, Feng Hao, will soon pay them a visit. Prepare high-grade spirit swords and immortal cultivation techniques. Otherwise … the Zhou Clan can wait to be annihilated!"
"F * ck, this guy is so arrogant!"
Some of the Zhou Clan disciples were furious, but they did not dare to say anything. Feng Hao was too powerful. They did not dare to provoke him. They were afraid that they would become the next Zhou Boyun.
"Before you try to kill me, you should be prepared to be annihilated."
Feng Hao glanced at Zhou Boyun. After saying this, he turned and left the ancient path. He hummed a little tune and did not care about what had just happened.
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