Volume 1 Text_Chapter 41 The Strength of Yellow Hair
"Gucha?" Xue Qingqing, the leader, turned his eyes and looked at the two Gucha people next to him, with a murderous intention slowly rising.
"Why is Fatty Xue doing this? Do you want to fight with us?" The vulture stood in front of the ancient temple with a cold gaze.
"The Fire Cloud Sect is doing something, you'd better get away, otherwise I'll take care of you too!" Xue Wuqing said coldly.
Although he didn't understand why the two Gucha people were here, if they were ignorant and wanted to get involved, he wouldn't mind taking care of them as well.
Vulture's face darkened, his claws slightly curled up, and he tried to make a move, but the ancient temple next to him quickly stopped him.
"Huoyun Sect, you are such a big sect. I won't fight with you today. I'll say goodbye!"
After saying this, Gu Sharuo gave Huang Mao a thoughtful look and walked away.
"Master Xiao, if you want to ask for help, please let me know at any time and we will be on call." A voice carrying true energy reached Huang Mao's ears.
After the two people left, they didn't go very far. Instead, they stopped nearby and took out a surveillance array. The mirror of the array displayed the same area as before.
"I didn't expect that the Fire Cloud Sect would really come. The young master is so scheming!" A sneer appeared on the corner of Vulture's mouth, as if everything had been expected.
"Haha, these stupid people from Huoyun Sect dare to falsely call the four major sects, so we will remove them today!"
"As for the third-grade alchemist named Xiao..." A sinister look flashed in Gu Cha's eyes, "Either surrender or die!"
This is the first time Huang Mao has faced such a huge force. There are more than twenty high-level people in the Ningzhen Realm, all of whom are not weaker than him. The pressure formed by the momentum makes Huang Mao break out in cold sweat and almost lose his breath.
Come.
But there was no fear in his eyes, he knew that the boss would make them pay a heavy price.
Many elders of the Fire Cloud Sect descended directly in front of Huang Mao, forming a semi-enveloping formation, and were ready. Xue Wuqing's cold and indifferent eyes stared at Huang Mao, as if to see through him.
"Little thief, I know you have some tricks. I advise you to just surrender, otherwise I will make you feel that death is a luxury!" Xue Qingwu said harshly.
"You talk as much nonsense as ever." Huang Mao sneered.
"Sharp teeth and a sharp mouth! When I capture you back to the Fire Cloud Sect, I will cut out your tongue and see if you can still be so arrogant!" Xue Qingwu has long hated him and wanted to go forward and fry his skin and bones.
, but thinking about Huang Mao's previous methods, he still felt a little unsure.
"Deacon Yan, enter!" Xue Qingwu glanced at the man beside him.
"yes!"
This man named Deacon Yan took out a long red sword, jumped out, and rushed towards Huang Mao with a gust of blazing wind.
Yan Jing is the weakest among this group of people. His strength is at the fifth level of the Ningzhen Realm, but it is not something that a person at the first level of the Ningzhen Realm can resist. Under normal circumstances, he will be killed instantly in one face-to-face encounter.
Xue Wuqing sent him here to test out Huang Mao's methods.
He had seen that kind of weird flame twice, once in front of him, burning the young master to ashes, and once, burning the sect leader until his soul was severely damaged.
But he was not attacked by fire, so he wanted to determine one thing: whether the other party could still use that kind of fire.
"Huang Mao, I'm going to modify the formation, and I'll leave this waste to you."
The emergence of the Hidden Poison Sect gave Xiao Long some more ideas. Since he wanted a bumper harvest, he might as well have a big bumper harvest. Anyway, people are stupid and have a lot of experience, so don't waste it.
Hearing Xiao Long's voice, Huang Mao was not afraid, but showed eagerness to give it a try. He grinned and said, "It's just what I want!"
"Die!"
A cold light bloomed from the edge of the sword. Yan Jing's eyes were sharp and his body was like the wind, and it stabbed straight towards Huang Mao's neck.
"It's only the first level of the Ning Zhen Realm. Let me kill you with one move!" Yan Jing had not seen Huang Mao's methods with his own eyes, and was very disdainful. In his opinion, his own strength is the king. Those methods can deceive others, but they cannot deceive others.
he.
“Just in time!”
Huang Mao's eyes were full of excitement. He raised the black stick and without any unnecessary movements, he simply threw the stick forward.
"You're really looking for death!" Seeing Huang Mao's actions, many elders of the Fire Cloud Sect in the distance looked sarcastic. They thought Huang Mao would use some weird means to fight against the enemy, but they didn't expect that he would dare to fight head-on.
Xue Qingwu also had a look of surprise on his face, he actually dared to confront someone head-on? To fight against the fifth level at the first level of the Condensation Realm, what else would it mean if he didn't die?
Huang Mao's stick seemed ordinary to everyone, but a look of shock flashed in Yan Jing's eyes, as if he saw a big mountain pressing down on him!
"Qiang!"
There was only a deafening sound of fine iron clashing, and the swords and sticks were separated at the first touch. Yan Jing took a few steps back, and the long sword in his hand almost fell out of his hand. Huang Mao was thrown back directly, and stopped at more than ten meters.
"Haha! It's so enjoyable!" Feeling the slightly numb arms, Huang Mao licked his lips and became more and more excited.
Huang Mao originally thought that without going berserk, he could at most compete with the third level of Ningzhen Realm, but unexpectedly, he could withstand a full blow from the fifth level of Ningzhen Realm.
He glanced at the black stick in his hand.
Ever since he got the stick, Huang Mao felt that the blood in his body was boiling, as if his whole body was filled with endless energy. It was this feeling that allowed him to resist the fifth level of coagulation.
Little did he know that at this moment, Yan Jing's heart was already in turmoil.
A person at the first level of the Ningzhen Realm actually forced him back. In the past, let alone the first level, even the fourth level of the Ningzhen Realm could not make him take even a step back.
This shows that the strength of the masked man in front of him is almost the same as him.
To reach the first level of the Ningzhen Realm and to challenge the fifth level of the Ningzhen Realm, this is not a simple level-jumping challenge, but a half-level challenge!
"You bastard! Try my move of the Overlapping Wave Sword Technique!" Yan Jing rushed out again, the long sword in his hand dancing wildly. The sword light was like the waves of the sea, stretching endlessly, one after another, towards Huang Mao's vital parts.
"Oh, it's boring!"
Huang Mao shook his head, the bones all over his body crackled, and his body grew taller, reaching a height of nearly five meters in the blink of an eye! This is his true height!
Afterwards, everyone felt a terrifying aura rising rapidly. Huang Mao's strength quickly increased from the first-level demon general to the peak of the third-level demon general, officially entering a violent state!
Xue Qingwu and others were also stunned. The third level of the Ning Zhen Realm?
"Trash! Eat my stick!" Huang Mao roared, facing the waves of sword light struck by Yan Jing, he swung the stick fiercely. With the stick, there seemed to be a huge roar between heaven and earth.
It was like the sky was falling, and the air crackled with a sonic boom.