Chapter 384

The middle-aged man was about to speak when his eyes suddenly turned to gaze at the two men who had just arrived behind the crowd.

"Why did you two come so long? It's half a quarter of an hour late for the scheduled time of arrival." The middle-aged man's expression is slightly angry, the brow tightly wrinkles together, deep voice cheers a way.

When they heard the middle-aged man's words, they stopped and Yin Biao's face changed greatly. This middle-aged man is a big figure guarding the flame tower, and he is known as the strongest guardian of the outer gate. His cultivation is the peak of the five turns of the Taiyin, and he has high prestige in the hearts of all the disciples.

If the middle-aged man is angry now, it is very likely to lead to a consequence, that is, neither of them can enter the flame tower to sharpen, which will be a great loss.

The disciples who had been waiting here turned around and looked at them. However, some of them suddenly changed their looks when they saw Ding Hao's face, with strange expressions on their faces.

"Deacon Wang, I'm really sorry. I haven't talked with this new disciple for a long time along the way. Please forgive us." The fat on Yin Biao's face piled up and said with a smile.

"Wrong is wrong, late is not allowed to enter the flame tower, you two go back." The eyes of the middle-aged man twinkled with light, and said with a low drink.

After hearing the firm tone of the middle-aged man, Yin Biao's face was as pale as ashes. He shook his head helplessly and said, "let's go. Deacon Wang Tianyu is famous for his harshness. We've missed the chance this time."

When Yin Biao turns around to leave, he finds that the young man next to him is motionless. Instead, the young man looks directly at Wang Tianyu without any fear. Yin Biao's heart suddenly panics. He is worried that the young man has publicly annoyed deacon Wang. The result is not as simple as removing the quota for entering the flame tower.

"Brother, don't be silly. This is the peak of the five turns of the lunar calendar. Please leave here with me." Yin Biao's look flustered, stretched out his hand to hold Ding Hao's arm, and said in a low voice.

Ding Hao's eyes were fixed, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he said in a deep voice: "deacon Wang, we are late, but it's not right, but as far as I know, the quota of entering the flame tower is the right of all disciples, you are just the guardian of the flame tower, and you don't have this right."

Wang Tianyu frowned, looked slightly angry, and made a cold voice in his throat. He said, "are you questioning me?"

Wang Tianyu's body burst out a strong breath, a frightening momentum towards Ding Hao.

All the disciples who knew Ding Hao were silent, just watching the scene silently. But this time, Ding Hao was not facing a disciple, but a powerful outside deacon and the most powerful outside guardian, which completely refreshed their three outlooks.

Ding Hao felt the strong air rushing towards him, his whole body trembled, and his legs began to tremble.

This is the breath released by the strong man at the peak of the five turns of the Taiyin. The monk who has been turning the Taiyin has already been paralyzed on the ground. Now Ding Hao just relies on his strong will to carry on.

"Are you convinced or not?" Wang Tianyu cheered coldly.

"I don't agree with you if you don't make sense." Ding Hao's eyes coagulated, his face showed a dignified color, and responded.

Wang Tianyu once again mobilized the real Qi in his body, increased his own prestige, and oppressed the past again.

Ding Hao now is some can not bear the pressure, one leg has been bent half kneeling on the ground, and the other leg is still strong support.

When Yin Biao saw this behind the scenes, his face became a little unnatural. He whispered: "brother, you should quickly admit your mistake with deacon Wang."

"We are not wrong. We should not have been deprived of the quota. Why should we admit our mistake?" Ding Hao looked cold and shook his head.

Wang Tianyu's face changed again, and he increased his prestige again. If he could not make a disciple yield in front of all the disciples, what was his face as the most powerful guardian of the outer gate, and how could he convince them.

When the air rushed to Ding Hao again, an air stream suddenly came out in the opposite direction, which immediately intercepted the pressure exerted by Wang Tianyu, but also recoiled away.

After Wang Tianyu felt the strong breath, his face suddenly changed. When the air flow hit him, his feet suddenly stepped back. His throat felt sweet and moist. A mouthful of blood sprayed from his throat, and his face became pale.

All the disciples were surprised to see this behind the scenes. The strongest guardian of the outer door in their heart was directly oppressed by another momentum, and even suffered internal injuries. We can imagine how powerful the one who shot was.

After hearing the words in his ears, Wang Tianyu's face became very complicated, his face was changeable, and his eyes were frightened.

"I dare to touch my disciples. Wang Tianyu, you are impatient."

He could not be more familiar with this voice, which is full of vicissitudes and power. The owner of this voice is a great figure he worships most. Without his advice, he could not have achieved his present achievement at such an age.

"Mr. Lin, I don't know that this little apprentice is your apprentice. I'm wrong." Wang Tianyu responded by condensing gas.

"It's good to know what's wrong. In the future, everything should be reasoned first, and don't do it all the time." Lin Jiaying's voice came again.

"Yes, Mr. Lin, I will follow your instructions." Wang Tianyu responded.

Wang Tianyu's look gradually returned to normal, and his eyes toward Ding Hao were full of complexity and admiration. He had the same talent at that time. He wanted to worship Lin Lao as a teacher, but he was directly rejected, and even a registered disciple was not qualified.

Judging from the fact that Mr. Lin scolded himself today, this disciple's talent is far beyond him, and it is very likely that he is his own disciple. This is what he would like in his dreams.

"Crouching trough, is there someone behind Ding Hao? He even directly moved deacon Wang back. This NIMA is too terrible." Someone could not help exclaiming.

When this person's comments broke the depressing atmosphere on the scene, some people felt familiar with the name and began to recall it in their mind.

"Who did you just say he was, Ding Hao? Is he Ding Hao? " Some people wonder.

"He's Ding Hao. I was on the spot when he was competing twice, so I won't admit it." The man responded.

"He's Ding Hao who defeated the chief disciple of Tianchi peak. It's him. My God, who is he? He's not afraid of Zeng Lishu. Even our deacon Wang dares to fight head-on. Where does that come from?" Someone exclaimed and said.

"I suddenly adored him. If I were him, I would have been scared to run away." The other shook his head and said.

At the moment, all the disciples outside the flame tower were talking about it, completely forgetting the majesty of Deacon Wang, and looking at Ding Hao from each other, there were many complicated colors in their eyes.

Standing in front of the disciples, a young man in white looks slightly moved when he hears the conversation from people around him. He stares at Ding Hao. He has defeated his old opponent Zeng Lishu, which makes him look at him with new eyes.

Although both sides suppressed their accomplishments in the competition on the yingyue platform, it still has a certain reference value, and it is said that Zeng Lishu still has an advantage in weapons.

Yin Biao naturally heard the comments of the disciples in front of him. His mouth was slightly open, his eyes were surprised, his throat choked and he took a mouthful of saliva. He looked shocked and said, "you are Ding Hao. Why didn't you tell me earlier? You are my idol."

Ding Hao's face was embarrassed. He said helplessly, "you didn't ask my name."

"Then... Can I make friends with you?" Yin Biao's eyes show hot eyes, looking at Ding Hao, said.