Zhang Yong roared angrily, his whole body's strength exploded, and he exerted force on his hands again.
But!
Su Haoran is like a sacred monument set on Mount Buzhou. No matter how hard he exerts himself or how angry he roars, nothing can shake him.
"Xiaoyong, come back."
The man behind finally spoke, and said very plainly: "He and I are the same kind of people. Even if the realm is lower than you, he has the combat power to kill enemies beyond the level."
"I, I...okay."
Zhang Yong's eyes were red, and after roaring several times, he finally got discouraged. He retracted his hand, his whole person's momentum was sluggish, and he raised his legs and backed away.
"Did I let you go?"
However, Su Haoran, who had not looked directly at Zhang Yong, suddenly took a step forward and grabbed his shoulder with a bang.
"you!"
Zhang Yong was completely unprepared. After being caught by Su Haoran, he felt a powerful force approaching him, as if a mountain was pressing down on his shoulders. He was so shocked that he shouted loudly: "You are despicable, you are conducting a sneak attack!"
thump!
Su Haoran exerted too much force, and the remaining force was wave after wave, and Zhang Yong was forced to kneel in front of him.
Zhang Yong felt extremely humiliated, and his eyes were instantly filled with red bloodshot eyes, "Ah, ah! How dare you force me to kneel down, you deserve to die."
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Su Haoran stopped his hand and retreated, without overly bullying his opponent, and said calmly: "I want you to understand a truth, don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. No matter who you face in the future, don't be so arrogant. The bones are stronger than yours."
Yes, you are the one kneeling."
"Asshole, I'll kill you." Zhang Yong jumped up and raised his fist to hit Su Haoran.
"Get back."
The man behind finally moved, stepped behind Zhang Yong in one step, grabbed his collar and threw him backwards, shouting loudly: "Isn't that embarrassing enough? Your weak knees have completely embarrassed Xianfu's face.
Now, go back and watch."
Zhang Yong was thrown four or five meters away, and sat down on the ground with a thud, and then his whole face turned red from holding back.
Although he was unwilling to accept it, he also understood that he was indeed not as good as Su Haoran. The gap in strength between the two was as big as a chasm. Now if he wanted to regain his face, he could only rely on his fellow disciples.
"Ding! Master teaches Tianjiao the principles of life, preventing him from being killed due to recklessness in half a year, indirectly saving a life, and counting three stars of merit."
Su Haoran didn't expect that this time he would get a three-star meritorious deed by forcing someone to kneel down and saying some truth.
Su Haoran, who was in a great mood, met the other man, raised a confident arc on his lips and said, "You are the first day Jiao of the Immortal Mansion, right?"
"Yes, my name is Jiang Ming, a thirty-nine-year-old Asia Saint."
As soon as he mentioned his age and cultivation, Jiang Ming's face showed a trace of pride that could not be concealed: "That's why I can become the first Tianjiao in the Immortal Mansion. You may not think that I am not only a young Yasheng, but also a young Yasheng."
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With the body's secret treasure and the two divine treasures, I can still fight against some true saints."
"Oh, so awesome!"
Su Haoran really felt that the other party was very powerful, stronger than all the young masters he knew. However, compared with himself, this buddy was still much weaker, so even though he thought the other party was powerful, he was not at all shocked.
"Su Haoran, do you still have the right to be arrogant in front of me?"
Jiang Ming looked at Su Haoran's expression and felt that Su Haoran didn't think he was powerful at all, but looked down on him, and there was a strong smell of gunpowder in his tone.
Su Haoran said: "Actually, I'm not arrogant. It's really amazing for someone as young as you to achieve such a high level of achievement. It's just that compared to me, it's still a little behind."
Is it worse than you?
Jiang Ming was originally only hostile to Su Haoran, but now murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
He clenched his fists slightly and asked word by word: "What is the difference between these in your opinion?"
Su Haoran said: "To put it in intuitive terms, your combat power is 555, which is slightly stronger than the average True Saint Realm powerhouse. But my combat power has reached 910. You should be able to understand this gap."
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After Jiang Ming heard what Su Haoran said, he almost cursed on the spot.
"You mean, your fighting power is almost twice that of mine? Your subtext is that I, the Yasheng, am in trouble in front of you?" When Jiang Ming asked this question, his eyes were filled with blazing anger.
Su Haoran waved his hands repeatedly and said: "No, no, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that you, the sub-sage, are unbearable. In fact, you are very strong, stronger than all the sub-sages I have seen, but you can't compare with me. In my opinion,
A sub-sage is not as good as a dog! Even a very powerful sub-sage is like this."
"hehe!"
Zhang Yong, who was sitting in the back, was very angry at Su Haoran. He gritted his teeth and said: "Good boy, you'd better be more venomous. The more arrogant you are, the more miserable your death will be. My senior brother's temper is not good.
Well, if you get angry, you will kill someone."
As expected by Zhang Yong, Jiang Ming stopped talking and suddenly stepped forward and punched Su Haoran.
The moment he raised his fist to strike, there was an explosion that broke the sound barrier between him and Su Haoran.
From the perspective of clairvoyance, Su Haoran discovered that not only was this guy's punch powerful and fast enough, but this punch actually contained at least seven different moves.
However, it is still difficult to arouse Su Haoran's interest with such fighting power.
Bang!
Su Haoran raised his right hand casually, held Jiang Ming's fist firmly in front of him, and said calmly: "You have a shortcoming, that is, in order to seek a variety of changes, you hesitate when punching. In fact, many people are like this.
Your bad habits are much better than those of the previous eight so-called Tianjiao."
"screw you!"
Jiang Ming suddenly withdrew his fist and kicked Su Haoran's chest fiercely: "You are in the Tiangang realm, what qualifications do you have to give me advice? I will destroy you!"
But,
Su Haoran relied on the Pan Wu Yin Yang Kung Fu to stretch his waist and hips to the extreme, retreating his upper body nearly a foot, and at the same time raising his knees and legs.
Bang!
The two of them started to kick at the same time. Jiang Ming's kick passed across Su Haoran's chest without even hitting a hair.
Su Haoran's kick, using his toes, hit the lower side of his opponent's gluteus maximus, and the force poured into the bone seam of his hip joint from bottom to top.
Jiang Ming was only hit by one kick. Half of Jiang Ming's body was numb with pain, and his raised right foot was unable to fall down in time.
The most hateful thing is that Su Haoran also opened his mouth to point out: "To be honest, I feel no pressure at all to compete with Yasheng now, and I even feel a little boring. You should get out of the way, I want to enter the Immortal Mansion."
"As long as I'm here, you can't even get in!"
Jiang Ming jumped back a step, finally retracted his right leg, put his fists on his waist to gather strength, and a series of lavender arcs of electricity appeared in front of him.
"Ouch, magical power?" Su Haoran's eyes flashed with data links, and he finally became interested.
"That's right, this is my divine power, suppressed by the Great Pluto!"
Jiang Ming's fists suddenly shot forward, and a strange force flew across the air, transforming into a new purple Pluto statue, and suppressed it towards Su Haoran.
Click!
Immediately, the hard soil under Su Haoran's feet collapsed, and the rocks under the soil seemed to be a little overwhelmed.
It has to be said that Su Haoran felt tremendous pressure. Under this magical power, he found it difficult to raise his hand.
Therefore, Su Haoran also activated his magical power, "All the saints worship!"
The tall phantoms of nine ancient sages appeared and worshiped Su Haoran.
With the blessing of the nine great sages, Su Haoran's strength increased to the limit, and extreme pressure was formed on Jiang Ming.
boom!
The Colossus of Pluto was directly exploded by Su Haoran's explosive power. At the same time, Su Haoran waved his hand and punched Jiang Ming so hard that he spurted blood and flew up.
This is the power of the ancient holy body. He, who is in the Tiangang realm, can fight against the saint across two realms, but he can be so strong and easy.
"No, there is no way I can lose to you."
Even though he was seriously injured by Su Haoran's punch, Jiang Ming was still unconvinced. He put his hands together in mid-air, suddenly froze in mid-air, and shouted loudly: "Shenzang magical power, great summoning technique, summon the thirty-eight sect guardians."
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Behind Jiang Ming, an illusory light curtain suddenly appeared.
One by one, sub-sage warriors with powerful auras walked out of the light curtain, and there were actually thirty-eight of them.
What's even more frightening is that, with the blessing of Jiang Ming's magical power, these thirty-eight sub-sages are connected with each other, forming a strange formation, which increases the combat effectiveness of these thirty-eight people by at least 50%.
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"It's a bit interesting." Su Haoran faced the thirty-eight sub-sages and felt tremendous pressure.
Jiang Mingyin smiled and said: "Master of the thirty-eight gates of the Immortal Mansion, please listen carefully. This bastard in front of me is provoking the Immortal Mansion and even claims that the sub-sage is not as good as a dog!"