Chapter 193

I thought all the dangers had passed, and everyone could finally harvest the fruit with peace of mind, but they didn't want to regenerate.

"Ha ha, I'm not crazy, but I'm very sober at the moment." Feng Hao smiled: "now I'm the only one with some fighting power, and do you still want to fight against me?"

How ironic. In order to win the final victory, all the strong people fought for it, and the final victory fruit was stolen by the despicable guy who had no strength to pay.

"Feng Hao, you son of a bitch, fat Lord killed you!" with red eyes, Qian xiaopang rushed up.

Ironically looking at the ferocious fat man, Feng Hao raised his foot and kicked him out.

Gently put Xiao Tianfeng on the ground, and Ying Shuanger and Da Zhuang attacked him without hesitation.

Unfortunately, Feng Hao, who is usually the weakest, is still hard to shake despite their attacks. After a few stuffy grunts, Qian xiaopang and his three men are paralyzed on the ground.

"Feng Hao, you heartless dog. If the boss didn't take care of you all the way, you could be today? If the boss didn't protect them all the way, you thought you could enter the holy land? If it wasn't for the boss's desperate fight, you thought you could still talk with us here alive?"

Even though the pain was unbearable, Qian xiaopang still roared.

"Dead fat man, you just talk too much!" a cold flash flashed in his eyes. Feng Hao kicked and shouted at the fat man: "you're fucking shouting 80000 names of fat master all day. Are you satirizing young master Ben?"

"Is it fun to be a pig and eat a tiger? Don't you pull it? Stand up and fight back! If you didn't get the benefit of Xiao Tianfeng, you would be a puddle of mud in my young master's eyes!" Feng Hao twisted his cheeks, getting more angry and stronger under his feet.

Qian xiaopang was kicked to the corners of his mouth with blood and convulsions.

"Feng Hao, that's enough. Come to me for something!" he barely raised his body and roared hard. He can't let Feng Hao fight anymore, or the fat man will die.

The fierce eyes turned to the big strong, Feng Hao walked gloomily and laughed, and his right foot stepped on his chest without hesitation. "You woodlouse, you stop this young master, what is it? What can you climb to this young master's head?" he yelling.

The crisp sound of bone cracking came from his strong chest. As soon as his head tilted, he fainted.

As soon as the shadow frost son's face changed, he grabbed the dagger in his hand and inserted it into Feng Hao's right leg.

With a painful cry, Feng Hao's right leg whipped her away like a whip.

"Bitch, how dare you hurt my young master!" limped to Ying Shuanger and waved a loud slap in the face. Looking at the shadow frost son who fainted, he was still roaring.

"I usually pretend to be indifferent, false and lofty. What are you wandering around Xiao Tianfeng all day?"

"Is it because the boy is so handsome and powerful that he can't help being moved?"

"But now, I don't want to lie here like a dead dog!"

"Why did he become the leader of Tianqian sect? Why should he lead the young master? Why should the young master's cultivation resources need his gift!"

"Now my young master gets everything with his own hands! And you are all going to die! All the opportunities you get will be my young master's."

In the secret room, Feng Hao's appearance was like a crazy roar.

In the face of shadow Shuanger around him, they greatly increased their cultivation and left themselves far behind. Endless jealousy filled his chest.

Today, seeing the scene of Xiao Tianfeng against the troll, he had an extreme inferiority complex in his heart.

At this moment, when everyone fell down and lost combat effectiveness, coupled with the great temptation of inheritance and magic, his distorted heart broke out completely.

He wants revenge, revenge on those he was jealous of, revenge on those who made him feel inferior.

With today's opportunity, he is destined to soar for nine days. These make him jealous of the stain of inferiority, he will never allow it to exist in the world.

"Are you finished?"

The hoarse and gloomy voice suddenly appeared in the secret room, which excited the crazy Feng Hao. He immediately turned around and looked at it, but I didn't know when the dying fat man stood up and couldn't see his expression with his head down.

At the moment, Qian xiaopang's round body exudes cold and violent breath.

"You're not dead yet?" his face became more gloomy for a moment. Feng Hao flashed in front of the fat man. Xuanli surged and stretched out his foot to kick him out again: "then I think you're still alive this time!"

Qian xiaopang flew out like a shell, was lined up on the wall like a pool of meat mud, and then fell feebly to the ground.

To Feng Hao's horror, Qian xiaopang only paused on the ground, and then slowly stood up. The cold and violent breath on his body was stronger, and there was a faint black air around his body surface.

"Are you a man or a ghost?" Feng Hao's face shook and his body flashed out, launching a crazy attack on Qian xiaopang.

What makes Feng Hao crazy is that no matter how he attacks, Qian xiaopang seems to be immortal. The cold breath on his body is still rising, his mouth is interrupted, and his voice is more frightening.

After some tossing, Feng Haolei was out of breath, bent over and tried to look up at the strange Qian xiaopang not far ahead, trembling in his heart.

"Have you hit enough? You scum, you can die." the violent voice came out slowly, and Qian xiaopang raised his head slowly.

But at the moment, Qian xiaopang didn't have the original appearance. The black gas lingered, and his skin was covered with a layer of fine black scales. His hands had become the claws of unknown Warcraft, and there was a thick tail behind him, like a long snake tail.

Blood colored eyes, flat nose, sharp fangs and fine black scales make Qian xiaopang look particularly terrible.

"You monster, die!" Feng Hao endured the chill in his heart, took out a big sword and ruthlessly cut at Qian xiaopang.

With a loud noise, the sharp big sword was put on Qian xiaopang's arrow and failed to break through the fine scale.

The sharp claws full of scales quickly grasped the big sword on his shoulder. When Qian xiaopang grasped it, he pinched the huge sword.

The tail swaying gently behind him suddenly accelerated and ran out from behind. Then he pierced Feng Hao's Dantian, shook it gently and threw it out.

Red eyes looked around, as if they didn't find any targets to attack. Qian xiaopang suddenly gave a scream, and his two claws grabbed his head and swayed in pain.

When the sound stopped suddenly, the strong body shook and fell to the ground. A faint black air diffused from him, and Qian xiaopang gradually recovered to his original appearance.