Chapter 359

"Your Excellency, what a vicious means!"

When he came to Wang Hao, Tao Zheng looked angry.

"Ah?"

Wang Hao, who had just finished his meal, looked confused. He had no impression of what had just happened.

Although the burly boy's cultivation reached the third rate peak, it was far worse than Wang Hao. For him, the power of that punch was not much better than a fly bite.

In addition, he was just thinking about things and didn't pay attention here, so he didn't feel much, so he was full of puzzlement to the big monk in front of him.

"Where did this come from?"

Wondering, Wang Hao asked, "what does this master mean? I don't remember provoking you! "

"Dare to argue!"

Seeing Wang Hao so, Tao Zheng, who was already angry, was even more angry. He squeezed his five fingers in his right hand and hit Wang Hao hard on the chest, using the same Fuhu fist.

However, compared with the burly young ah Hu, he was too powerful. The strong wind roared endlessly, just like the roar of a tiger.

Although Daozheng is very common in Shaomu temple, he is also a super first-class cultivation. He has practiced Fuhu boxing hard and has reached the realm of change. He is also a master in the realm of super first-class.

In the face of this punch, Wang Hao frowned slightly, but he ignored it, and even didn't bother to resist.

Although the great monk's strength is good, he is far worse than him. He is like an urchin and needs no attention.

Of course, this is mainly because the other party hit the chest, not the face, otherwise he would slap it.

After all, the rule of hitting people without hitting the face should be observed.

"When!"

The roaring blow of the strong wind hit Wang Hao hard on his chest, and there was a dull sound like a bell and a big Lv. Wang Hao didn't move, but the positive color of the attack suddenly changed from the previous anger to pain and a trace of shock.

He withdrew violently and withdrew three feet away. Tao was carrying his distorted right hand behind his back, staring at Wang Hao in front, and asked in a deep voice, "who is your excellency? What's your intention to come to Shaomu temple?"

"Is this Shaomu temple?"

Still staring at a pair of dead fish eyes, Wang Hao tried his best to imitate the normal image of the bald demon king.

Although this is their Shaomu temple's sphere of influence, it is not their Shaomu temple. Otherwise, it is a bright rebellion, especially in this era.

Just now he just said it smoothly. He didn't think much about it. Tao Zheng asked again: "although this is not my Shaomu temple, it is the only way to my Shaomu temple. Dare you say it's not for my Shaomu temple?"

"That's true!"

Nodding with approval, Wang Hao really can't deny that the goal of this time is Shaomu temple, whether it's himself or this vest model.

"What a thief! Look! "

Seeing that Wang Hao actually admitted that Daozheng was more angry, he raised his leg and kicked it.

Although he has practiced Fuhu fist for the longest time, his martial arts are like a shadow, with the highest leg level and the greatest power.

Just now he admitted that he underestimated each other, which made him suffer a dull loss, but not this time!

Even if the other side is strong, it can't beat its own walking legs.

You know, this is the 72 stunt of Shaomu temple!

Unfortunately, the road full of confidence one moment ago is full of horror the next.

I saw that Wang Hao had a dry firewood in his hand at some time. The pale golden innate Qi blessed it, and a phantom danced on it to seal all the legs of Daozheng.

Tao Zheng's legs are fast and cruel, but it is difficult to break through the defense layer formed by the dry firewood.

When his strength was exhausted, Dao Zheng's burly body fell to the ground, and his legs trembled.

Just a series of collisions have made his legs purple and blue, and there are cracks in his leg bones. If he continues to fight, his legs will be destroyed.

Although his legs were painful, he couldn't suppress the horror in Daozheng's heart.

You know, he has been majoring in external skills for many years, especially his fist and foot are as good as iron stone. Even a big stone can be broken, but today he can't kick a seemingly fragile dry firewood.

How could he not be shocked?

Fortunately, Daozheng was not stupid. He knew he had planted today and didn't procrastinate. He quickly took out the signal from his arms. As soon as he pulled the line of fire, a loud arrow jumped into the air with a sharp hiss, so that the whole city could see it.

The roaring arrow made the whole city quiet first, and then it became lively. All the monks in the city put down their work and came quickly with lightness skills.

This is their unique signal bomb in Shaomu temple. Once it is sent, it means that there is an emergency. All monks who see it must rush to it.

In particular, this city is within the sphere of influence of Shaomu temple. In addition, people pay more attention to this sensitive period.

After a while, a large group of monks surrounded the whole Inn, and several powerful masters stepped in and came to the back kitchen of the scene.

As soon as the middle-aged monks saw Tao Zheng lying on the ground with a solemn complexion, they immediately looked at Wang Hao who was still standing there like a salted fish.

"Your Excellency is playing wild in my Shaomu temple. Do you pay too little attention to my Shaomu temple?"

A monk headed by Wang Hao looked very bad and stared at Wang Hao. One of them retreated quickly with the seriously injured Dao Zheng, while the others surrounded Wang Hao and started to fight immediately.

"Is this Shaomu temple?"

With his head tilted and his eyes half open, Wang Hao asked this question again.

The same result, several strong Shaomu temple are in a daze. They want to refute, but they can't find words.

If they had changed the past, they would have had no scruples, but now they are different. The ancestors of Buddhism have told them not to cause trouble, especially in this regard.

"Your Excellency is dissatisfied with my Shaomu temple?"

The monk headed by continued to question, and the other people's eyes resumed their sharpness again.

Anyway, this person injured the people of Shaomu temple. We can't stop this matter today. We must let this person give an explanation.

"A little dissatisfied!"

Maintaining the appearance of salted fish, Wang Hao nodded, which Wang Hao did not deny.

After all, in his setting, this vest mode is the descendant of master Fahai. Naturally, there are some ancestral grudges with Shaomu temple, which is also the core of his next big plan.

"It seems that your excellency came to our Shaomu temple on purpose today to find fault. Then don't blame the poor monk for his cruel hand!"

The head monk looked cold and pointed like a knife. With a move of burning wood, he beheaded Wang Hao on the shoulder.

Under the operation of the skill, the vigorous acquired true Qi is transformed into an extremely hot force attached to the palm edge, emitting a hot high temperature, which makes the air look extremely distorted.

This is one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaomu temple, the wood burning Sabre technique. It is an extremely overbearing unique skill. When you practice it to the extreme, it is even enough to burn people inside and turn them into a statue of coke.

Unfortunately, for this palm, Wang Hao ignored it and even didn't resist it.

The reason why he used dry firewood to seal the upright legs before was that the guy attacked with his feet. He didn't want to be kicked by a big man's smelly feet. That's too bad.

Now the big monk uses a palm knife and attacks the shoulder position, so there is no need to take care of it.

Anyway, with the double-layer defense of his golden bell jar magic skill and boy magic skill, plus his strong body, the other party is absolutely impossible to break through.

Seeing that Wang Hao didn't hide, the monk's eyes flashed coldly, and his men tried even more to cripple the rampant disciple.

Unfortunately, when the seemingly fierce palm knife was cut off, Wang Hao's body did not shake a bit, and even his clothes were not damaged under the protection of vigorous Qi.

In contrast, the monk who attacked was not good. His palm showed irregular distortion and his face was full of incredible color.

He was really surprised. Just that confident knife was like chopping on a piece of black iron. No, it was a harder existence than black iron.

The fierce burning wood knife gas broke in an instant, and then half of his hand bone broke.

This is a master, a very powerful master!

"Let's go together, take this Tusk and give it to the abbot elder martial brother as soon as possible!"

After losing the blow, the monk did not hesitate and quickly opened his mouth to ask the others to do it together.

Since one person can't take this person down, let's go together. I don't believe he can deal with so many people.

Several monks heard the speech, one after another with the trampling body, each with unique skills to attack.

"Alas! It seems that I can't escape! What trouble! "

With a sigh, Wang Hao flashed five fists, flew all the five monks out and smashed them into the room of the inn, which made the whole Inn tremble violently and directly turned into a dilapidated building.

"Cough... This Liao is powerful. Go and ask the ancestors to subdue the devil quickly!"

A monk coughed up a mouthful of blood and quickly shouted to the monks outside.

Through the fight just now, they have deeply realized the gap with Wang Hao. The other party is by no means a strong master. At least it is half congenital, or even a real congenital master.

This is by no means what they can deal with!

When many monks outside heard the speech, several of them immediately showed lightness skills and ran to Shaomu temple outside the city. The rest rushed into the Inn and rescued the monks.

Wang Hao didn't stop him. He turned to the kitchen and saw a trembling fat figure under the chopping board. It was the chef of the inn.

"Anything to eat?"

Wang Hao glanced at the messy kitchen and asked casually.

The meal he had just had was quite unpleasant for him. At the moment, he just made it up. Judging from the taste, the Fat Chef's workmanship is still very good.

The Fat Chef hiding under the chopping board realized that Wang Hao was asking him. He quickly pointed to the steamer in the middle and said in a trembling voice, "there are two sheep and some steamed vegetables in it!"

Wang Hao didn't embarrass the guy. He picked up the whole three-story steamer and went to the gate of the inn. He sat on the steps and ate.

Many monks around looked at each other, but they thought that the previous martial uncles of the Fang generation were defeated by this person. They only went up to deliver vegetables, so they didn't dare to come forward, or even make a noise, for fear of attracting the attention of the bald murderer.

For a time, the whole street was quiet, only the chewing sound of Wang Hao.

This world has the unscientific existence of lightness skill, so people's speed is quite fast. Before Wang Hao finished the steamed vegetables in the three-layer steamer, the reinforcements of Shaomu Temple arrived.

The visitor is an old monk. It seems that his accomplishments have just been promoted to half a step.

"How dare you come to me, wild monk..."

At first glance, the old monk knew that he was hot. Before people arrived, the curse came first, but before he could finish speaking, a dark shadow flashed. The old monk who was exercising his lightness skill and running quickly suddenly ran into a shop on the side.

The old monk who stood up awkwardly in the shop took down a chicken claw from his mouth and looked shocked.

He was just beaten away by this chicken claw. Although there are reasons for his carelessness, it can be seen how terrible the strength of the other party is when the other party can blow him away with the chicken claw all the time.

"Don't talk if you have a bad mouth, or don't want your old yellow teeth!"

Wang Hao, who was gnawing at the chicken leg, said casually, and did not pay attention to the old monk at all.