Chapter 1603

In mid air, a few black figures gradually emerged, accompanied by a few surprised voices.

"Well, there are still people standing in this new pilgrimage."

"I'm a little surprised, too. There are so many people standing."

"Is it hard to do that? There are also high-level holy kings among them?"

"How can it be? It's just a new holy Dynasty. It's great to have one or two low-level holy kings."

In mid air, the voice of several people's conversation was not loud, but it was clearly introduced into the ears of all the people in the palace. These words were all contemptuous, which made them very angry.

Then, in mid air, a shadow of a man came out. It was a small, big bellied middle-aged man. He cleared his throat and said, "which of you is the leader, stand up!"

Ye Hao looks calm and takes two steps forward.

The man looked at ye HaoLing's cultivation of the eighth level of emperor Tiandi and laughed: "is there any mistake? Can such an empire be promoted to a saint dynasty?"

Ye Hao face is still calm, asked: "I am, what's the matter?"

"It's OK. I just see you are not happy. Kneel down to me!" The middle-aged man's face was slightly angry, and the momentum of the third level of lingxiaoshengwang was in full bloom, and a strong pressure diffused.

I'm kidding. He's the holy king. This guy is just in the realm of Lingtian emperor. Talking to him by himself has given him a lot of face. He should be on his knees!

Facing the overwhelming pressure, Ye Hao stood still and sneered: "if you want me to kneel down, you are not qualified. Go back and let the people behind you come out!"

The middle-aged man burst into a rage and said, "you are just a god of spirit. How dare you talk to Ben Sheng like this and die..."

Unfortunately, his voice did not fall, an attack first directed at him.

It was a finger full of the breath of the holy king. When it came to him, it didn't give him reaction time at all. It ran directly through his shoulder.

"Ah

The middle-aged man covered his injured shoulder and fell out of the air in great pain.

The refined man took back his finger and said, "this is the king of our Tianyuan Empire, Ye Hao! Don't be rude

"Oh, it's the seventh level of lingxiaoshengwang. No wonder it's so arrogant!"

"Tut Tut, I didn't expect that there were such characters in this new holy Dynasty. I want you to hang out with me."

"Yes, it's a pity to stay here with your strength. You can go to a better place to develop."

When the refined man heard the words, he sneered: "just you garbage, you dare to talk wild in front of me. If you are at the peak of Bensheng, one can beat ten of you!"

Several people in mid air were furious, but no one cared about the middle-aged man who was seriously injured.

Someone in the crowd was sharp eyed and suddenly recognized the refined man. He was an old man. The old man walked to the front with crutches and asked, "Taoist friend, I think you look familiar. Aren't you the king of Confucianism who disappeared a hundred years ago?"

"It's Ben Sheng!" The elegant man's face is full of pride. I didn't expect that people would remember him a hundred years later.

"That's right, everyone. The treasure of Qianshan is in his hands. Kill him, and the treasure will be ours!"

The old man gave a low drink, and suddenly all the people in the air ran to the king of Confucianism.

"Treasure of thousand mountains?" Ye Hao was puzzled. He went into the system, looked at the task board, and found that the main task was to get the treasure of Qianshan Mountain, which had been updated since the tomb of Xingyue.

But he didn't know what the treasure of Qianshan was, so he didn't care. Later, he was busy with cultivation and slowly forgot it. Today, he felt that the four words of Qianshan treasure were familiar. So he just came in to watch it. It was the treasure of Qianshan published on the task.

When Ye Hao is distracted, the injured middle-aged man suddenly encourages the spirit power to attack Ye Hao.

"Your Majesty, be careful!" Zhou Yu hurried out a voice to remind him, and at the same time, he rushed away.

Looking back at the palm full of the king's power, Ye Hao said with a smile: "come on, just try to understand the change of the stars and the moon. When the six people were about to kill the king of Confucianism, a white figure sword waved directly to open the attack of several people, and then a spirit of the little king's Ninth level momentum slowly bloomed.

Everyone is shocked, nine steps! It's only one step away from that ten steps!

Zhou Yu swept six people with peach blossom eyes and said coldly, "just now my hand has been stained with the blood of a holy king. I don't mind more

A few people's necks shrink slightly, the heart has not been willing to look at the eye single knee kneeling Confucianist Saint King, finally had to go back.

Before leaving, the old man said angrily: "king of Confucianism, you can avoid the first day of junior high school, but you can't avoid the 15th day. Since you have already appeared, you have to hand in the treasure of Qianshan Mountain. You can't help it if you don't!"