1075: C1075 Thick gift

C1075 Thick gift

Wu Hao stood in front, his head held high and chest puffed up, as he coldly looked at the four people who were walking towards him. His expression was cold and indifferent, without the slightest emotion.

However, his performance, in Lei Aotian's eyes, was seen as him pretending to be calm.

"Hehe …" Sect Master Wu, you and I are really fated! "

Lei Aotian teased Wu Hao with an evil smile.

"Heh …" "It really is fate!" Hearing that, Wu Hao laughed involuntarily.

However, this smile suddenly turned into a sneer when it was halfway through.

"You guys actually gave us a few of these people? You really think highly of us!"

"That is …" No matter what, we are still so familiar with each other. When meeting each other, we should at least give them some gifts, don't you think? "

Lei Aotian continued to say to him with an evil smile.

"What you said makes sense. It seems like I will have to return a generous gift to Young Master Lei as well!"

The corner of Wu Hao's mouth suddenly rose slightly, and a demonic smile surfaced on his face.

"Haha …" There's no need for that, there's no need for you to be so polite! "

"How can I not use it!" Wu Hao suddenly laughed sinisterly.

Suddenly turning his head, his eyes turned to look at Hu Qingyang and Yun Zhongtian.

"Qingyang, Zhongtian, give him a big gift!" "Have fun with him …"

After Hu Qingyang and Yun Zhongtian heard his words, they looked at each other and laughed, then waved their hand, and a broken sword appeared in each of their hands.

This broken sword was something they found in the rotten soil while killing the broken soul. It was a broken piece of a divine artifact.

Although it was broken, it was definitely not something any weapon in the universe could compare with.

This Divine Equipment was extremely high level, with Hu Qingyang and Yun Zhongtian's current half-step into the Ancestor Realm, if it was perfectly fine, they would have no way of controlling it.

Thus, this incomplete divine artifact was just perfect for them to unleash the power of this damaged divine artifact.

There was more than enough to deal with Lei Aotian who was at the early stages of Martial Saint Realm and was comparable to them.

"Lei Aotian, right? Listen up, my name is Hu Qingyang, I am a person from the inner sect's Mountain and Sea Realm. In terms of age, I am already an ancestor of your ancestors.

Hu Qingyang's face sunk as a powerful force burst out from his body.

"Oh, so it's someone from Yuejian! I was wondering why it was so weak! It looks like even if you live for several tens of thousands of years, you might not necessarily be a match for the people of my Sky Region Continent … "

Lei Aotian revealed a playful look, and evilly laughed as he replied.

"Heh …" "After a few tens of thousands of years, this world will no longer have you. Your excellency, there is no need to worry about others. Today, we brothers will properly greet you and let you learn how to conduct yourself …"

Yun Zhongtian took a step forward, and with a wave of the broken sword in his hand, the dragon aura inside his body suddenly erupted, attracting everyone's attention.

"Haha, just the two of you …"

Hearing that, Lei Aotian laughed madly towards the sky, and with a wave of his hand, a black broken halberd appeared in his hand.

With a gentle wave of his hand, a black beam of light, which contained a terrifying Qi power, shot up into the sky.

Hu Qingyang and Yun Zhongtian did not waste their breath on him, they looked at each other, and in the next moment, both of them stepped out at the same time, waving their swords and swept towards Lei Aotian.2

This scene caused Gong Fan and Feng Wuya's pupils to constrict for a moment.

Lei Aotian naturally did not dare to fall behind. Seeing the two of them rushing towards him, he also took a step forward and in the blink of an eye, the three of them met in midair.

With a "Zheng" sound, a terrifying shockwave caused the people on both sides to retreat explosively.

Wu Hao's gaze immediately turned towards Gong Fan as a hint of a cold smile flashed in the depths of his eyes.

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