Chapter 117 Pity the many worries of the world · 8

Xiao Hao returned to the place where Fan Yao had stayed before, threw the fake head in his hand aside, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp.

"You have been with me for seven or eight days. Are you here to recognize the Holy Son or to recognize your brother?"

The King of Changsheng Baoshu knew that his tracking of him had been exposed long ago. If Xiao Hao had not deliberately left traces, he would have to travel for several more days before he could meet him. So he stopped hiding and walked out openly, saying respectfully to Xiao Hao: "Please follow us back to the headquarters, Holy Son."

His Chinese was very poor, and most of it was learned from books. Not only was the pronunciation strange, but even the grammar was also weird. Xiao Hao was stunned for a moment before he understood what he was saying.

"You all say I am the Holy Son. What's the evidence?" He said casually, playing with the colorful gemstone ring in his hand that represented the identity of the Holy Maiden.

The donkey-faced Hu man pondered for a long time before replying with a strange accent: "He knows the Holy Art of Burning Shadows."

Oh, the system did a good job in optimizing the identity this time. Even the internal skills and mental methods were integrated so well. No wonder he disappeared in front of people. The donkey-faced Baoshu King had never seen any particularly surprised expression except for regret.

Xiao Hao remained calm and continued to say to him: "Martial arts are not secrets, how can they count?"

Changsheng Baoshu King was a little anxious. If he had to talk about evidence, the Holy Son himself was the best evidence, but he only said one thing, and Xiao Hao obviously didn't want to believe it. The simple-minded foreigner wrinkled his face and yelled: "We watched him grow up. Now that the Holy Maiden has returned to the Holy Fire, the Holy Son should not stay here!"

"..." The foreigner's words were so unpleasant!

Xiao Hao was overwhelmed by what he heard. The man's Chinese was obscure and difficult to understand, so he gave up the idea of ​​getting information about the Grand Master from King Baoshu. He simply threw the gem ring to him and said coldly:

"I have personally executed the Saint, you can take this thing back. I don't like others' identities, and I'm not interested in my life experience. Unless you have ironclad evidence, I will not go to Persia with you."

"This..." King Baoshu hesitated and pondered his words for a long time, then thought that the Saint's leaving the sect was a big deal, and being executed by the Son of God was an even bigger deal, so he compromised with a bitter face: "Okay, let's deal with the Saint's affairs first, and then we'll bring the clan genealogy and the Holy Fire Order back to see you. You must keep your word!"

Xiao Hao nodded readily in agreement.

The Ever-Victorious Treasure Tree King looked at the gem ring in his hand with a complicated expression, and finally left without saying a word.

Xiao Hao waited until he disappeared from the target list before rewrapping the fake head. He also searched the silver bags left in the room by Fan Yao, hung them in a conspicuous place on his body, and walked out of the room with the head in his hand.

He gave his employer such a face, and the other party must pay for it.

After many twists and turns, he arrived at the edge of the oasis town. This place was rarely visited, but it was the place where the task was handed over. The run-down shop was empty except for the lazy and dozing clerk. Xiao Hao, wearing a hood, threw the head in his hand on the counter and said very skillfully:

"Ritian, settle the bill."

The clerk looked at him carefully and opened the package. Inside was the image of the monk with untied hair played by Fan Yao.

The clerk swallowed timidly and said to him tremblingly: "Wait, I'll get it for you."

He turned and went into the cashier's office and did not come out for a long time.

Xiao Hao's face under the hood was dyed with a smile.

Suddenly, two figures rushed out of the room on both sides of Xiao Hao, one on the left and one on the right, and attacked him quickly. They exchanged four palm strikes. If Xiao Hao were to meet them head-on, he could only take two palm strikes, and the remaining two palm strikes would be unavoidable.

However, Xiao Hao had already noticed that someone was ambushing here, and without even frowning, his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant.

The two elders of Xuanming were immediately startled, and hurriedly withdrew their palm power to avoid colliding with their fellow apprentices on the opposite side. They flew into the air and stopped at the place where Xiao Hao had originally stood, looking around nervously.

It was their fault that they underestimated the enemy and did not take Xiao Hao, the man who was said to have lost his memory, seriously. They thought that his so-called secret skills were just a trick of a bunch of thieves. This time, they faced him head-on and suddenly saw him completely disappear in front of them. They were shocked to see that his opponent was not simple.

Xiao Hao did not give them any time to react. The way of assassins requires hitting the target with one strike. He decisively opened the light phase and raised the blade at the Luzhang guest who was closest to him.

The sun and the moon are shining to drive away the long night, and the law of justice always clears all sorrows.

Lu Zhangke was quick to sense the danger and almost subconsciously dodged the knife, rolling to the side in a wolfish manner. His back escaped the fate of being cut in two, but a long cut appeared on his arm, causing him to scream in pain.

Hebi Weng was shocked and immediately used the Mysterious Palm to attack Xiao Hao. Xiao Hao grabbed the knife with his backhand, and the tip of the knife instantly ignited with red knife energy. The blazing double-edged sword met Hebi Weng's flesh palms.

Hebi Weng was frightened by the knife energy that was like a real flame and retreated five feet. Before he even touched the burning blade, he could already feel the burning and terrifying Zhiyang Qi from his palm.

His cut palm exuded a terrifying heat. Hebi Weng had no doubt that if he took the blow head-on, he would not only be seriously injured by the sword energy, but his palm would also be burned!

Xiao Hao's two powerful swords were extremely intimidating. The two Xuanming Elders exchanged glances hastily, immediately gave up the idea of ​​fighting with palm techniques, and drew their weapons from their sides. Lu Zhangke

held a short staff in the shape of a deer antler, which was completely black, while Hebi Weng held two pens, the tips of which were as sharp as a crane's beak, but sparkling with crystal light. The two of them traveled the world, and the Xuanming Divine Palm was almost invincible. They had almost never encountered a character who needed them to use weapons. This Holy Son of the Ming Cult was a bit tricky!

The Xuanming Divine Palm that the two Xuanming Elders were trained in was extremely cold, but Xiao Hao's extremely yang sword energy was their nemesis. None of them dared to be arrogant at this moment, knowing that they could not fight Xiao Hao's yang inner strength alone, and they could only break his yang inner strength in one breath with their combined strength.

Xiao Hao did not stop for a moment after the Fiery Sun Chopping, and the two swords danced in front of him into a dazzling light. The Japanese-style Pure World Demon Breaking Strike rushed towards Hebi Weng madly with blazing flames.

Hebi Weng was unable to avoid it, and swung his two pens into two white lights to block in front of him. He saw that Lu Zhangke's black staff was coming straight at Xiao Hao's left side, and he was overjoyed, and he attached the sinister Xuanming internal energy to his pen and spit it out.

Xiao Hao adjusted his face calmly, and drew a circle of half a circle with his curved knife, bringing both of them into the attack range at the same time. Lu Zhangke

was shocked to find that the blazing blade was suddenly swinging towards him, and he hurriedly blocked it with his staff head down. Xiao Hao's blade hit his short staff, which made his palm numb, and the weapon in his hand seemed to be burning.

Hebi Weng was not much better off. Without Lu Zhangke's offensive support, he had to face the extremely yang energy surging from Xiao Hao's blade alone. For him who practiced yin internal energy, it was simply a situation worse than death.

The two were simultaneously swept away by Xiao Hao's double swords, and each suffered serious internal injuries.

Xiao Hao did not give them any chance to breathe. With the help of light, the blazing sun flames on the blades instantly condensed into a cold and piercing moonlight. He raised his double swords and struck again to purify the world and destroy the demons.

The two Xuanming elders were both shocked this time. How could a person who practiced the Yang internal energy practice the Yin internal energy at the same time!

One person has two completely opposite internal forces at the same time. This is unheard of!

But the cold light attached to Xiao Hao's curved sword is even colder than their Xuanming internal energy. It is obviously a very terrifying Yin force!

This person... Where did this monster come from! !

The two Xuanming elders were filled with regret. They wanted to take the credit for eliminating the Mingjiao demon without asking for details. This time, not only did they make a mistake, but it would be difficult for them to escape unscathed!

They used all their strength to resist the coldness from Xiao Hao's sword, but Yue Ling was pure Yin Qi, and they were originally Yin internal energy. When they encountered this internal energy of the same attribute, they felt even colder. The overwhelming and piercing coldness made their arms stiff and numb, and they almost lost their intuition.

Xiao Hao chopped three times, cutting off the three weapons in their hands one after another. His cold and enchanting Yin-Yang eyes and the slightly raised arc at the corners of his mouth made him look like a demon lord Rakshasa who had walked out of the endless sea of ​​calamity.

The two Xuanming elders made a prompt decision, discarded

their broken weapons, and quickly sent more than twenty palm strikes to him. Xiao Hao could tell at a glance that this was a fake move, so he blocked the two swords in front of him and danced tightly. He resisted the urge to lure the two back to collect the heads, and did not chase them.

The two Xuanming elders got a chance and immediately broke through the window to escape, fearing that they would be caught by Xiao Hao.

Xiao Hao had already put them in the focus list, reset the CD of the skill of Life and Death, and followed them silently in stealth.

Play the long game to catch the big fish.

When Xiao Hao saw their names, he thought of many things. The two Xuanming Elders were the most famous and top-notch warriors under the command of King Ruyang. The series of conspiracies against the Ming Cult this time were probably related to the Mongols.

Although these two were smart, they were definitely not conspirators. The plan to create internal strife between Fan Yao and Dai Qisi should have come from someone else.

Let's follow them and see who they are going to meet.

The two Xuanming Elders were fleeing in front of them, and they looked back from time to time with fear to see if there were people chasing them. They looked like they had survived a disaster, and they were covered in cold sweat.

"Damn you, Asura! You didn't tell us how powerful that demon was, and almost killed my two brothers!" Lu Zhangke spat and cursed.

He Biweng's palm was injured by Xiao Hao's Lie Ri Zhan, and the scorching heat that passed through his palm and the cold internal organs injured by the Pure World Demon Breaker were entangled together. His limbs were like burning fire, but his internal organs seemed to be frozen into a lump of ice. His face was blue and red, and he said, "This kid's martial arts is very evil. We fell into his hands. It's a great fortune to be able to save our lives."

Lu Zhangke hurriedly supported him, and the two stumbled towards the direction of the King Kong Gate. "No wonder he is invincible in the Western Regions. Even the old Taoist Zhang from Wudang would not be able to handle his bizarre assassination skills!"

Hebi Weng's face was filled with worry, and he said bitterly: "We will be humiliated if we go back like this!"

Lu Zhangke snorted coldly and said gloomily: "A skinny camel is bigger than a horse! When we recover from our injuries, who dares to say a word more!"

...

Xiao Hao followed behind them, watching all the white words in the near chat, and silently kept a watchful eye.

Asura Venerable... This is the second time he has seen this name.

When Bai Feng sent a letter to Dai Qisi, it was also this person who attacked secretly, but he probably didn't expect that Bai Feng was not an ordinary bird, so he failed in the end.

This person's name is very unfamiliar, who is he?

The author has something to say: The two elders of Xuanming: It's just a saint's son, let's take care of him.

[Ping-Pong-Clang, meow-meow-meow-meow]

Ritian: [Smile] I'll take care of him.

Shi Zhixuan: [Sad] Sir, you are meowing like this, maybe you are hungry...