"Who? Get out. Ding Hao drank coldly.

"Boom...... It's not bad to be able to block my [Dry Steel Flying Needle]...... However, if you want to become a sexist person standing side by side with us, you can ask the head of the Sword Sect to be confused. A cold voice resounded throughout the tavern, fluctuating, flickering, elusive, where the person who spoke.

The sneak attacker obviously has an extremely clever stealth technique.

Being able to hide from the eyes and ears of so many young masters and enter the tavern hall, this person's strength is really unfathomable, and it was not until the moment he made a move that he was noticed by Ding Hao and others.

Starfall Sect.

Ding Hao sneered: "Hidden head and tail rat, get out of here." ”

Before the words fell, a trace of white cold air appeared around him, and in the next moment, hundreds of crystal clear snowflakes suddenly condensed, each snowflake was the size of half a child's arm, like the most beautiful work of art in the world, but the sharp edge like a thin blade, and the sharp hexagonal sharp cone like a needle, projected a cold death aura.

These snowflakes were like coquettish snow-colored elves, spinning rapidly around Ding Hao, leaving white phantoms in the air.

Before Ding Hao's voice completely disappeared, hundreds of white elves suddenly shot out, like bright meteors across the night sky, dancing out of a graceful trajectory, like a big net that was cast out, almost sealing every corner of the hall, and finally converging towards the center point above, with a sharp whistling sound, deafening.

The young generation of decision-making masters such as Dao Chengcheng, Feng Xingyue, and Tear Tingzen all sat quietly in their respective seats.

They seemed to be indifferent to what happened, but in fact, they were also a little curious about Ding Hao, a young master who suddenly rose up and stood tall with them, and wanted to know whether Ding Hao was a straw bag touted by the Sword Sect to put on a façade, or a rising star who really had real talent and learning.

As soon as the ice crystal snowflakes came out, everyone's hearts were slightly startled.

It is not amazing to condense snowflake ice crystals in an instant, what is amazing is that Ding Hao can control hundreds of snowflakes at the same time so accurately, and the streamer generally shoots and spuns in the hall, but he does not touch any tables, chairs and tools, nor does he enter within three meters of the other people's location...... This requires an incomparably powerful divine consciousness and a subtle divine consciousness dispersion technique to do so.

With this hand alone, Ding Hao can be regarded as a character.

Someone began to secretly look at Ding Hao.

In the next moment, an exclamation sounded in the air, ripples like water ripples in the transparent air, and a vague figure began to loom under the encirclement of snow-colored ice crystals, and every time the ice crystal snowflakes hit, this figure became clear, and in the end, when there were still more than fifty ice crystal snowflakes left, a short and thin figure with a slightly rickety back, like a dwarf, appeared above the hall.

"Son of the Falling Star!"

Someone in the crowd outside who saw this scene exclaimed.

Before the words fell, the man's eyes were round, his face was shocked, he fell down on his back, and died of exhaustion, I don't know when, between his eyebrows, a blood hole the size of a steel needle appeared, and blood beads slowly seeped out of it, and a woman next to him, obviously the man's wife, after staying for a while, reacted and cried loudly.

"Hmph, I don't know whether I live or die, but I dare to call this seat by its name. ”

The Falling Star Holy Son was surrounded by ice crystals and snowflakes, and smiled coldly, obviously he suddenly shot and killed that person, the reason was simply that the person unconsciously handed over his name in surprise, the weight of murder, the ruthlessness of scheming, it was really terrifying and terrifying.

However, only those who know him know that this killing machine is actually aimed at Ding Hao.

What really annoyed the Falling Star Saint Son was that Ding Hao sat motionless in his chair, and he actually broke his stealth so easily, but that person was a little unlucky, in this situation, just because he said the wrong word, he became a pitiful substitute for the Falling Star Saint Son to vent his anger.

Ding Hao was slightly angry in his heart, the ice crystals were strangled, and the cold was great.

The Falling Star Holy Son laughed, his body slammed, turned into a void black mist, and at the moment when the ice crystals were encircled, he escaped, his figure flashed, fell to the ground, and he came to an empty table near Ding Hao.

"I will kill you. Ding Hao said word by word.

Aside from the one-eyed dragon in the ruins of the ancient sect in the Xiyan Mountain Range, the master of the Starfall Sect has repeatedly assassinated Ding Hao, the battle of Hidden Sword Peak, [Bloody Hand Butcher] and [Black Flame] are also aimed at Ding Hao, so that Ding Hao has already had killing intent in his heart, not to mention that this sect based on assassination in Selangor, for the sake of money and treasure, unscrupulous means, killing countless people, is really a tumor among the human clans, and it should have been eradicated a long time ago.

As soon as the Falling Star Holy Son appeared, he plotted against Ding Hao, and between the two, they never died.

"Kill me?" "Kill me?" The Falling Star Holy Son smiled coldly, with a dwarf-like figure, with a withered face, mung bean-like eyes, and an indescribable ugliness and hideousness, and said: "There are too many people who want to kill me, and their fate is to be cut into pieces by me one by one, oh, I'll do the math, and ask how many people in the Sword Sect have been killed by me, one, two, three...... Forget it, you can't count the many more, little ghost, you won't be the last. ”

Ding Hao sneered and ignored it again.

If it weren't for the fact that the atmosphere in the tavern was a little weird today, and the purpose of many young masters was unknown, Ding Hao would have wanted to kill this dwarf now.

"I've wanted to slaughter this dwarf for a long time, but it's like a loach, so it's hard to catch. Dao Chengcheng reminded Ding Hao: "You still have to be careful, what you see now is just the appearance of him after his disguise, maybe the next time you see him, it will be a beautiful man with a good demeanor...... The Starfall Sect's disguise and concealment technique is really a must in Selangor. ”

Ding Hao nodded and wrote it down.

Among the information collected by the Sword Sect, there is a lot of space about the Falling Star Holy Son, and the point has been mentioned that this person has a lot of incarnations, and he is elusive, and few people know what his true face is, and he is a very terrible opponent.

"Ask the people of the Sword Sect, are they all so arrogant and domineering? A mocking voice suddenly came from outside, and a young man in a Confucian shirt shook his head and walked out of the crowd, looking a little down, with a scruffy beard, a white Confucian shirt covered with stains, and a rusty sword on his shoulder, and walked in with vague steps, and when he entered the door, he almost tripped over the threshold.