"This kid, could it be that he has some kind of hatred with the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?

"It's normal, Wanjianmen is domineering, there are countless strong people who have offended over the years, and there are no fewer people killed, so I can't say that there is no revenge. ”

With this mentality of watching the show, everyone is looking forward to the development of the gaffe.

And the four people from the Star Moon Temple were about to start judging Shi Hao again.

Not only the Star and Moon Temple, but also the masters of many forces such as the Ten Thousand Swords Gate and the Emperor Mountain Villa also began to quietly pay attention to Shi Hao.

Especially the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, at this moment, the whole sect was angry.

Someone actually defeated the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in two consecutive games, one was completely abolished, and the other died directly.

The wasted Qian Dong has not woken up yet. And the sixfold disciple of the Golden Body who had just died, but he was cultivated by the Ten Thousand Swords Sect with a lot of resources, and it was very likely that he would be the mainstay of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in the future, but now he was killed.

"This son will definitely die!" said a white-haired middle-aged man with clenched fists and looking at Shi Hao's voice.

He is Qian Qilin, that is, Qian Dong's uncle.

Of course, he also has an identity that no one knows - Qian Dong's biological father.

If it weren't for this relationship, how could Qian Qilin be so good to Qian Dong?

However, Qian Qilin watched his biological son being abolished.

This feeling made Qian Qilin crazy, and he felt heart-rending pain.

If it weren't for the face of the Star Moon Temple, Qian Qilin would definitely tear Shi Hao apart on the spot.

Qian Dong is still asleep at the moment, but Qian Qilin knows that even if Qian Dong wakes up, he can only be a waste, a waste that can never come out, a waste that is no different from death.

At this moment, Shi Hao actually killed another disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect with a golden body of six folds, which directly made Qian Qilin murderous.

"Qilin, don't be impulsive, don't forget the host of this competition. Wait until the end of the game. I've got a way to clean up this kid. A middle-aged man sitting in the middle of the crowd said to Qian Qilin, his face seemed to be expressionless forever, always ancient and waveless.

can face this middle-aged man's orders. Qian Qilin didn't dare to disobey, and hurriedly nodded: "I know, sect master." ”

......

The competition continued, and Shi Hao did not meet the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in this round. Shi Hao was quite sorry.

Of course, someone is more painful than Shi Hao.

Murong Shaobai!

Although this thing was defeated by Shi Hao, with the help of the repechage match, he was killed again, and he came to this point.

Now that Shi Hao is in the limelight, Murong Shaobai is naturally clear. Start with a scuffle. The team led by himself was repelled by Shi Hao.

went to the ring heads-up match, and was thrown out of the ring by Shi Hao by seizing the opportunity.

It is a very normal phenomenon, because the strength of the other party surpasses itself.

However, Murong Shaobai still planned to give it a go, after all, he still had hole cards that he hadn't shown.

So from the moment the referee announced the start of the game, Murong Shaobai used his yin qi and brewed a big move.

But Shi Hao's speed was a little too fast.

It's like teleportation...... No, it's teleportation.

And on Shi Hao's body, there was a dull sound of thunder.

Murong Shaobai was stunned. This sound has a sense of déjà vu.

The two bumped into each other, Murong Shaobai's blood boiled, and he couldn't stop retreating, feeling that the sky was shaking.

It's a familiar feeling~

This feeling is unforgettable for Murong Shaobai for the rest of his life.

Because there is a person, on the bridge of the ghost city of Fengdu in the vast night, he crushed his self-confidence.

Let Murong Shaobai know that he, the first son of the ghost domain, is far from enough.

"It's you!" Murong Shaobai was shocked. A name sealed in his memory emerged.

Especially when he saw his opponent, the slightly swarthy young man's mouth slightly raised, Murong Shaobai cried.

That's right, it's him! This is the first time Shi Hao has defeated himself? Murong Shaobai calculated carefully.

The first time was in the ring where Huang Linger was competing to recruit relatives.

The second time was at the small bridge head of the ghost town of Fengdu.

The third time was to push himself back during the melee.

The fourth time, in the ring heads-up match, fortunately, he was killed again in the repechage match.

Fifth ,......

No matter how strong Murong Shaobai's heart is, he can't withstand Shi Hao's faceless blow.

Although the fifth time is still fighting, there are always some people's names, and after people hear it, there is no more fighting.

Murong Shaobai burst into tears, and his confidence was shattered.

"Hey, although the Red Ghost Eight Transformations are quite powerful, I still have to save my strength to kill others, so I won't give you a chance to show it. Shi Hao approached Murong Shaobai and preached politely.

Shi Hao believes that with the IQ of the first son of the ghost domain, he will definitely be able to guess who he is.

Shi Hao even believes that the first son of the ghost domain will definitely not publicize his name.

Nonsense, do you want Murong Shaobai to tell others that he was defeated by Shi Hao five times? Murong Shaobai, this young man, is still quite concerned about face.

"Hit me, beat me down!" Murong Shaobai gritted his teeth, his voice full of grief and indignation.

"Come on, try to resist two more moves next time. Shi Hao patted Murong Shaobai on the shoulder, and knocked Murong Shaobai away with a serious tone.

Strive to resist two more moves next time, what a weird encouragement...... Phew, Murong Shaobai swore that the next time he saw Shi Hao, he would run away, and he wouldn't give you a chance to make a move.

Under the ring, everyone watched the strange development of the battle, completely unable to understand what was happening.

"Childe, how are you ...... Don't resist?" The disciple of the Murong family walked over and couldn't help but ask.

"Resist?" Murong Shaobai thought of a shy girl, who was pressed against the wall by a strong man, knowing that there was no way to escape, but shouting "Don't", and couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Shut up. Murong Shaobai reprimanded, and then changed his words: "From today onwards, this son will watch every battle of this Ye Xiu." ”

Before the game, the contestants would report themselves to each other, and Murong Shaobai knew Shi Hao's current name, and as Shi Hao expected, Murong Shaobai had no intention of announcing Shi Hao's identity.

There is a mentality called schadenfreude!

Murong Shaobai wanted to see with his own eyes the scene of countless people being crushed by this inconspicuous swarthy young man, to heal the wounds of his soul.

Of course, if Shi Hao was beaten by his opponent, Murong Shaobai would be even more happy.

Therefore, no matter what the result is, every game of Shi Hao, Murong Shaobai has to watch it.

Qingyi defeated Murong Shaobai, but Shi Hao didn't think so in his heart. Instead, he thought that he might have attracted the attention of many people, especially Wanjianmen.

However, this is exactly what Shi Hao wants, he wants to trample the Ten Thousand Swords Gate under the gaze of countless people.

At the end of this round, the rest of the contestants are all masters, and the pressure will only increase.

In the hearts of many old men in the Lingwu Domain, there was something strange. (To be continued~^~)