Zhang Tianhao no longer cares about these guys, and directly enters the hall of the Saint League.
"Senior Brother Liu, what should I do?"
After Zhang Tianhao entered the hall of the Saint League, Liu Shengkun, supported by several Saint League warriors, stood up with difficulty. He touched his hips subconsciously. It was found that there was blood on it.
Watching his chrysanthemum be beaten and bleeding. Liu Shengkun's whole person is not good. Some anger. The look became savage. Said coldly: "Asshole!"
"Since he is looking for his own death, don't blame us, go ahead and open the formation in the Holy League. Block him inside." Liu Shengkun's expression was extremely hideous.
The warriors of the Saint League on the side suddenly lit up, and they felt good!
"Yes, Brother Liu, the formation in the hall of our Saint League is the formation of the ancient formation, the formation of the spirit rank, and it can definitely kill him here." The warrior of the Saint League is very Excited.
Although Xiaoyao Sect currently does not have a spirit rank formation Taoist, in the history of tens of thousands of years, there has been a spirit rank formation Taoist master. Ten thousand years ago, Xiaoyao Sect once had a second-rank spiritual master. He is also the highest-level formation master ever seen in the history of Xiaoyao Sect.
Liu Shengkun's face showed a hideous smile, and he muttered: "There are nine evil spirits, I see how arrogant this guy is."
"Hahaha..."
Liu Shengkun smiled grimly.
I don’t know if it’s too exciting to laugh. Liu Shengkun felt some pain in his buttocks in order to get up. Can't help grinning.
At this moment, in a room inside Shengmeng, a man was lying on a beautiful woman doing activities that both men and women love to do. The man sweats like rain, and the woman is very cooperative and winks like silk.
"My dear, this time you are stronger than before! So amazing!" The charming woman said to the man shyly and timidly.
"Hahaha... how about it, isn't your man good?" The man was obviously very satisfied with his performance this time.
This man is Hu Zhirong. Hu Zhirong is usually a matter of men and women. I don’t know if it’s because of the trauma I suffered when I was young. The following is always not mentioned. Incompetent in matters of men and women. But a few hours ago, he saw two beautiful girls in Zhang Tianhao's courtyard. It made him feel a long-lost impulse. After returning to his residence, he couldn't wait to find his old lover and start the conquest. Sure enough, this time lasted longer than the last time.
Hu Zhirong even made up his mind that he must find an opportunity to get Zhang Tianhao's maid. It would be a pity if such a beautiful girl could not be obtained. Thinking of the excitement, Hu Zhirong felt that his power was gradually rising.
It was a critical moment when the two were fierce.
"Bang!" there was a sound.
The door of the room was suddenly kicked open from the outside.
Hu Zhirong was furious. When men and women do such things, they are most taboo to be disturbed by others. Especially when this is extremely cool.
The clone that was originally angry with the crown suddenly withered under this sudden blow.
"Damn..."
Hu Zhirong looked fiercely at the guy who suddenly rushed in and disturbed him. It's just that when he saw the man, he couldn't help but frowned.
"Lin Feiye, what's the matter? You don't knock on the door when you come in, are you still polite?"
Even though Hu Zhirong was somewhat indignant towards this Lin Feiye, he was still helpless. After all, the position of the other party in the Saint League was not below him. It is also one of the six kings.
Lin Feiye looked at Hu Zhirong who was glaring at him, and said disdainfully: "Do you think I didn't knock on the door? It's just that you are too excited to take it seriously."
Hearing this, Hu Zhirong smiled angrily. Know that the battle was fierce before. I vaguely heard and glanced at the beautiful woman who was looking sadly at her and said softly: "Baby, it's okay, come back later."
Hu Zhirong looked at Lin Feiye, frowning and asked: "Brother Feiye, what's the matter?"
Lin Feiye looked at Hu Zhirong and snorted coldly and said, "Zhang Tianhao came to the door to kill you, and Liu Shengkun was injured by him. This is a mess you have caused, and you need to solve it yourself. I won't wipe your ass."
Hu Zhirong's expression suddenly changed, and he said in a bit of astonishment: "What? That guy Zhang Tianhao has hit the door? He is so bold, don't you know where this is?"
Lin Feiye looked at Hu Zhirong with a faint smile and said, "This is not what you told others. If you are not convinced, can you go to you directly?"
Hu Zhirong snorted coldly: "Although I said that, I never thought that this kid would actually dare to come to the door, and would not look down on where this is?"
"Hmph, go! This is your own business, I won't interfere." Lin Feiye sneered.
Hu Zhirong curled his lips to Lin Feiye and said: "Don't worry, as long as he enters the temple, it is his burial place. In the temple, even if our Holy League kills him, the elders have no right to pursue us."
"Well, but Liu Shengkun was defeated by this kid, so you still need to be careful, this kid is a little weird, we still need to be careful." Lin Feiye looked at Hu Zhirong and said sternly.
Zhang Tianhao walked into the hall of the Saint League, that is, the temple. I have to say that this Saint League has a unique position in Xiaoyao Sect. The location is very central. Around the main hall, towering old trees, shaded by green trees, red walls and yellow tiles, are magnificent and magnificent.
"Jie Jie Jie... boy, you are dead, this time I want you to die!"
Three warriors appeared in front of Zhang Tianhao. Hundreds of warriors of the Holy League around. The inner three floors and the outer three floors surrounded Zhang Tianhao in the middle.
Zhang Tianhao found that standing in the middle, a young man with a white face and no beard, his cultivation base was the Martial God Triple Heaven. He seemed to feel something, looking at the young man and asking: "Are you Hu Zhirong?"
"Hahaha, yes, I am Hu Zhirong, you are the guy who doesn't know how to promote, refuses to join our Holy League, and hurt our Holy League messenger?" Hu Zhirong looked at Zhang Tianhao and asked arrogantly.
"So what?" Zhang Tianhao said calmly.
"If yes, immediately kneel down and knock a hundred bangs, and then abolish your self-cultivation. I can call the shots and let you make a living. Of course, the premise is that you give me your personal maid. Your maid is good, and my son likes it. "Hu Zhirong looked at Zhang Tianhao with a smile.
Zhang Tianhao's murderous intent raged. He had already sentenced the man to death in his heart.
"Hu Zhirong, from the moment you beat my maid, you have bought a coffin for yourself, and until now, you dare not say anything. It's almost lifeless." Zhang Tianhao looked at Hu Zhirong and said every word.