After checking with Li Tielan, Qin Hao took his Spirit Sense back. He knew why Li Zhanwu had brought her to here.
But he didn't say anything but sat in the car quietly. Without caring about others' feeling, He stretched out his hand and hugged Shi Bingying's soft body, letting her lean against his chest.
Shi Bingying was a little shy at first, but soon naturally lean on Qin Hao's chest, cherishing the precious sweet moment before the battle.
"Hey, Qin Hao, a little later..." Li Zhanwu, who was on the seat beside the driver, turned his head and wanted to say something to Qin Hao. But the moment he saw the two were holding each other he felt embarrassed and turned back his head. He had to swallow his words and complained in heart: It was too much. Nowadays these young people behaved intimately regardless of occasions.
Qin Hao didn't care about Li Zhanwu's thought. He was holding Shi Bingying while looking outside of the car enjoy
Dragon Group, the spectacular attic. Today Long Taibai wore a white windbreaker. The white clothes matched his pale face, which was not so white as it had been. In the attic's room, a charming black figure stood before the balcony, gently playing the old piano. The sound was not in order, making it difficult to recognize. However, Long Taibai sat there still and listened silently without any intention to interrupt. "Ehhh..." With a sigh, "zin", after a piano sound, all were stopped. "Sister, you are still recovering and you should have a good rest. You can rest assured that I will take down Qin Hao's head and avenge you." Long Taibai said firmly. Shadow shook her head, "Senior, that doesn't matter. My piano sound is not in order. That is probably because of you?" "Me?" Long Taibai had a change in his look. "Senior, is that necessary to involve some many people to kill Qin Hao?" Shadow a
Hearing Li Zhanwu's introduction, Qin Hao spread out his spirit sense again. He found those perfection stage experts in the cars in the parking lot. Among them, the strongest was in the beginning period of the perfection stage and the weakest the late period of the perfection stage. After that, Qin Hao opened eyes and said to Li Zhanwu, "They are in the cars in the parking lot." Li Zhanwu was astonished, staring at Qin Hao with surprise, "How did you find them?" "I have my own ways?" Qin Hao replied as before. Li Zhanwu opened his mouth and did not say a word. He felt even more confused by Qin Hao's strength. The young man had surprised him so much. How strong could he be? Li Zhanwu was not sure. But he could be sure that Qin Hao was very strong. Qin Hao's being strong was good, making Li Zhanwu feel more secured. However, the extra security was so little for the force of Dragon Group t
Before the battle, Qin Hao had told Nie Jingshan not to compete with the Fat Leopard. Nie Jingshan was inferior to Fat Leopard on their stage. Although Nie Jingshan’s cultivation could be more advanced, it was only limited to the early period of the Inner Stage, but no more than in the middle stage. But the Fat Leopard was in the peak of Perfection Stage. Nie Jingshan could not compete with his strength. At the current situation, Nie Jingshan not only had to bear the strong strength of Fat Leopard, but the strength with Fat Leopard falling from the top, which would also add his weight. How could Nie Jingshan stand? Li Zhanwu, who had been worrying about the situation, heard Qin Hao suddenly exclaimed, he was extremely nervous and hurriedly asked, "What happened?" Without Qin Hao's answer, the situation on the platform had already been explained. ”Bang!” With a loud voice, Nie Jingshan couldn't bear the fierce powe
"Dum dum..." A few loud bangs that came out when the knife touched the stick. "Boom..." The roar of the mace sounded when it fell to the ground. Everyone saw the sawdust fluttering, and heard a thunderous roar. One second...five seconds...ten seconds...twenty seconds... Finally, the sawdust fell to the ground, and the roaring sound gradually disappeared. Everyone stared at the people in the arena. They wanted to know who won and who lost. The Fat Leopard was on the ground. his chest was undulating, his mouth was wide and gasping, and his blood was criss-crossing, especially the blood on his shoulders flowing down. He had already dyed his half body and looked shocked. Nie Jingshan's Devil Blade was in his hand, the knife tip was on the ground, his face was pale, his mouth had a trace of blood, and huge sweat beads covered his forehead. His chest was heaving, and gasped heavily.
Bald Head, as a man, would not let Liu Yan, a woman take advantage, and didn't back off. "No, you'll go next. I'll go this time." "You...!" Liu Yan frowned. "Alright, stop it. You have lots of opportunities. This time, Bald Head will go." Qin Hao interrupted with unchallengeable authority. Liu Yan shut up and backed off. The Bald Head walked forward excitedly, wanting success like Nie Jingshan just now. "Bald Head, don't be happy about it." Qin Hao said coldly, "That one is a learned practitioner at the beginning period of the Perfection Stage. Do you know what that means? His skills are countless times higher than Martial Cultivators in the Inner Stage. So you can at most fight someone in the middle period, or the later period of the Inner Stage if you do really well. Your battle will be much fiercer and more difficult than Nie Jingshan." "Remember, just like Nie Jingshan, your advantages are your m
In the arena, Xiang Yun hit his target and was laughing again. He was even more arrogant. "How about that? Know how fast I am now? Huh, you have a good weapon, but you can't even touch me. A good weapon is a waste in your hands." Bald Head bit his teeth and bore with the pain of the two wounds, and smiled at Xiang Yun in despise, "I'm nothing, and you're no better. It's only like this. I'm still alive!" Xiang Yun's eyes became cold, and seemed interested in Bald Head, "OK, you're a real man. You got the spirit. Let's see how long you can keep doing this. Kill!" After the word "kill", Xiang Yun disappeared again, and he did his best, with his steel revolving knife becoming shadows, "Shaaaaa..." Countless shadows of the knife were slashing Bald Head, and blood was oozing out of him. Bald Head could not fight back at all, and could do nothing in front of such speed. It was not a fight. It was a slaughter.
A tiny silver needle flew over, piercing the skin on Xiang Yun's nose.The needle was shot so close that though the Bald Head’s mouth didn't give it much impetus, it was capable to cause injury.Xiang Yun dodged this sudden attack with his rapid response capability, but as a result, the Qi gathered on his arms leaked. Without strength against it, the axe he had lifted before chopped down with unstoppable force.“Ah...!”A scream, terrible scream, spat the sky, resounding in this area. Everyone was shocked. Fear burst in their hearts then spreading over them from head to toe. Countless men couldn't help trembling.It was like a demon screaming in the deepest hell.In the scream mixed a loud hissing noise. It seemed like the sharp axe peeled away a piece of bark, a large piece of bark, from the trunk. Actually, it was not about bark and trunk. The axe peeled off a piece of human flesh.On the hi
If Wu Gang hadn't grabbed the fence beside in time, he would have been directly thrown down to the arena. But Qin Hao, with his clothes fluttering, stood in situ without moving at all. "Wow!" A lot of people continued to exclaim. They couldn't stop being excited while watching that young man. Most of these people were young, many of whom were sent by their leaders. So they naturally supported Qin Hao and the Sky Group. They didn't know that the instructor of the Sky Group was as strong as such. He was a really formidable figure. Wu Gang was a superior Martial Cultivator in the Peak of Perfection Stage. To Martial Cultivators in this world, he was already a top master. Seen from the outside, he seemed to be on the same stage with Qin Hao. However, the "Peak of Perfection Stage" that Qin Hao was in was different from the Peak of Perfection Stage that he was in. The Peak of Third Stage Martial Cultivato