Chapter 1210

"Wow!"

The rain fell and the wind howled.

The whole mountain range has been submerged by the flood. There are screams and cries for help everywhere. The situation is in chaos.

"Who on earth is that sacred?"

"Oh, my God! It's terrible!"

In the rain, countless people looked up at the figure in the air, shocked and shouted in panic.

Call the wind and rain and take charge of the power of heaven and earth. What an amazing magic power!

This is an unparalleled strong man!

"Shall I ask again, hand it in or not?"

Tang Hao drank coldly.

The palm teacher looked around and hesitated more and more when he looked at the full range of Cangyi.

"Master, you can't hand it in!"

"Devil, I fought with you!"

Behind him, several white haired old men shouted with grief and indignation, rushed up, blasted out a spiritual light, and attacked Tang Hao.

These people should all ask about the initial cultivation.

"Overestimate oneself!"

Tang Hao snorted, but he didn't see any action. Just with a flash of his pupil, a strong wind rolled up and the rain changed. He condensed into huge palms and clapped them.

Poof!

The old men were shocked. If they were struck by lightning, they vomited blood, flew backward and smashed back.

The leader was stunned again and became more and more desperate.

Just then, on the mountain not far away, there was a loud bang, followed by several roars.

"Who evil doer dares to make trouble in our soul Yanzong!"

With these roars, whoosh, whoosh, all the figures rose into the sky. They were vigorous, mostly in the middle stage, and one of them was an old man in the later stage.

They swept around their eyes, first shocked, then angry, and their eyes turned red.

"Devil! Die!"

They shouted angrily and rushed towards Tang Hao.

"The old ancestor is coming!"

At this time, the crowd cheered, and hope was kindled in their hearts.

Although the devil is very terrible, the ancestors can at least block it and drive it away.

"These are decent!" Tang Hao murmured, and his face was a little cynical.

His body moved and burst out with a few clangs, and white awns flew out one after another. In an instant, he assembled into a white bone armor.

When war armour was shocked, there was a towering spirit of killing and cutting.

With the power of armour, he punched him.

This fist is powerful and unstoppable! The spirit light was broken, and even the void was shaking. The fist burst in layer by layer, and was killed in the eyes of the old monsters.

Their eyes were round and almost terrified.

"Who is this person?"

"Shit, those despicable bastards, where can they provoke such a powerful enemy!"

They let out a cry in their hearts and shouted abuse one after another.

Several old monsters trembled all over and were almost frightened.

fuck! This is obviously not an ordinary old monster, but an unparalleled old devil. Such fierce power is really frightening!

"Dao you! Dao you! Take it easy and have something to say! Do we have any misunderstanding?" At first, the old people in that later period also trembled and were scared to death.

Tang Hao didn't answer and continued to hit him with one punch.

Bang bang!

The layers of light curtain broke in response to the sound. The old man puffed blood and was blown upside down, smashing into the mountain wall like a shell.

Boom!

The huge earthquake of the mountain was penetrated in an instant, then continued to fly upside down, and pierced several peaks before it stopped.

"Hiss!"

Seeing this, the other old monsters took a breath and twisted their faces.

The cheers from the four sides suddenly stopped, and a group of disciples froze in place, numb as a chicken.

Their ancestors, like mythical figures in their minds, were blown away face to face?

"Taoist friend! Stop! Have something to say!"

The old man got up and cried out.

"Where did my soul Yanzong annoy you? You said, I will give you an explanation!" He flew over, pale and disheveled.

As soon as he fell down, he walked over and picked up the palm sect. Crackling was a beating. While beating, he scolded: "how do you do palm sect, eh? Are you right about your ancestors and ancestors?"

"I..."

That palm teaches the grievance of one face.

He didn't do anything. This guy killed himself and tried to rob them of their supreme skill. How could it be his fault?

"Master, calm down!"

The other old monsters watched their words and expressions, but also fell behind. While shouting to calm their anger, they joined the team of fat beating and scolding while beating.

"Oh! How did I teach you before? Why did you forget it! I really regret passing on the position of leader to you!"

"What a loser! I'll kill you, unworthy disciple!"

All the people around looked at the door.

What's going on?

It was that guy who called in and wanted to rob things. How could it be the fault of the palm teacher?

"Oh! Shifu, stop fighting! Martial uncle, be light!" The palm teacher held his head and couldn't help shouting, but he wanted to cry without tears.

After a wild beating, a group of old geeks stopped.

"Come on, what did you do to offend the elder?"

The palm teacher raised his body, hesitated and wronged and said, "teacher... Master... I didn't do anything. He... He said he wanted to see our soul Yanjing."

A group of old monsters were stunned and their faces became strange.

They realized that they seemed to have wronged him.

However, they all fought. They are all predecessors. Can they still admit their mistakes to their descendants!

"Cough!"

They coughed heavily and scolded again, "he said yes, why don't you give it! If you had given it earlier, wouldn't there be so many broken things?"

"It's just a skill. What's the big deal?"

However, they can distinguish the importance and importance. It's just a skill. It's not important for the whole clan to live. Even if they resist, the old devil can still get the skill after killing them all.

"But..."

The palm teacher hesitated.

"Hey! What but... Shut up and take out the Scriptures!"

The old man in the later stage snapped.

"Yes, old ancestor!"

The palm teacher dared not say a word and took out the Scriptures directly.

"Taoist friend! Taoist friend! You want this Scripture. Hey! Why didn't you say it earlier? Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings! Come on, take it quickly and make a rubbing."

The old man smiled warmly and handed over the Scriptures respectfully.

Tang Hao was expressionless, raised his hand, took the Scripture, scanned it, and threw it back.

"Very good!"

He murmured and waved his hand gently. The wind stopped, the rain stopped, and the sky suddenly cleared up again.

Then he turned and walked straight away.

Watching him go away, the soul Yanzong people immediately breathed a sigh of joy for the rest of their lives.

Many disciples looked at the distance, still in a trance, and could not return to God for a long time.

They were shocked by the means of calling the wind and rain, penetrating the sky and earth, and the almost flattering performance of their ancestors.

That's the real strong man!

They sighed in their hearts and looked fascinated.