God Ring Howl

One morning in early summer.The sky is bright.

The crescent moon falls on the valley in the west.Smoke from several cooking houses drifts slowly in the mountain depression.

Zhao Xiang hurried to the barren mountain with a pole, machete, and rope from the outer disciple's office early.

Arriving at a place where there was no one, he quickly dispersed his consciousness and conducted a detailed search. After confirming that there were no traces of people or any visions within a few miles, he sent out an idea to quickly enter the divine ring.

If viewed from the outside, a gray shadow flashes into a ring the size of a fist, and this ring immediately condenses into a spot of light that is difficult to detect with the naked eye, becoming one of the thousands of lights and shadows in the morning. Can no longer tell the difference.

Zhao Xiang and Uncle Huan are standing inside the divine ring.

"Uncle Huan, go to Zhaojia Village immediately."

Between Zhao Xiang's eyes opening and closing, he decisively waved his right hand and ordered Uncle Huan.

Uncle Huan's wise eyes flashed across Zhao Xiang's serious face like lightning.

Naturally, he thought about his master's rush to Zhaojia Village in such a hurry, and he figured it out all at once.

However, he didn't say anything, just nodded without any doubt, quickly controlled the divine ring, and rushed towards Zhaojia Village thousands of miles away.

The speed of Shenhuan was extremely fast, and it only took ten breaths to reach the vicinity of Zhaojia Village.

In an inaccessible and relatively desolate place, Zhao Xiang flashed out of the divine ring with a face full of anger.

He took a quick step, and after a while, he stepped on the path leading to Zhaojia Village from the west of the village.

He was dressed in gray, with black hair that was a full head long, and his eyes were shining. Although he was still thin, he was tall and handsome. His taller body was like a gust of early summer wind, and after a few swishes, he swept away. After passing a thousand meters, he suddenly stood outside Zhao's house.

Zhao Xiang looked at the familiar but unfamiliar reddish-brown wooden door, and before he could stand still, he leaped to the ground, and an unknown fire ignited ragingly from his heart:

"Get out, get out with me, Hua Lanxiang! Zhao Ming! Zhao Long! Zhao Yun! Zhao Fei!"

Although the voice is immature, it has an indescribable majesty and dominance because it has integrated into the third level of cultivation in the Qi Condensation Period.

In particular, the words that blurted out were filled with overwhelming anger, and their voice was more like a waterfall, wrapped in ear-piercing roars, descending from the sky!

The tightly closed reddish-brown wooden door of Zhao's house seemed to be unable to resist the bang bang sound, and it even started banging against the door frame, and there were still a lot of fine wood chips scattered on the door frame.

"Who? Who is so unscrupulous and impolite?"

Zhao Xiang's eldest brother, Zhao Long, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and opened the door with a creak.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Zhao Xiang who had grown taller and stronger. He was stunned for a moment, then half-closed his eyes, chuckled lightly, and teased jokingly as if remembering something:

"I thought who it was, it turned out to be you, a little thief who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth! Why, you have learned your skills and want to go home to show off your power, don't you? Is it possible that you can learn a little magic power with your appearance? Hmph, I don't want to court death Yes, get out with me as soon as possible, otherwise, I will break your dog leg, so don't complain..."

Zhao Xiang glanced at him indifferently, and before he finished speaking, he raised his right hand, brushed the ground, stretched and retracted his palm, like lightning on both sides of Zhao Long's cheeks, crackling, crackling, hitting repeatedly two mouths.

thump—

Zhao Long sat down on the ground, two lines of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth immediately.

His eyes were wide open, his face was full of surprise, seeing Zhao Xiang who was still standing there, motionless, as if he had seen a ghost.

Pointing to Zhao Xiang's head with his left hand, he exclaimed loudly:

"You, you, you... how dare you hit me, you kid? You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, how dare you hit me?"

Zhao Xiang glanced contemptuously at Zhao Long who had been bullying him and his mother Lan Xiaodie, and snorted coldly in his nostrils:

"You are the guy who doesn't care about brotherhood! Hehe, don't you agree? Hehe, if you are unconvinced, come up today. Let's have a good fight and see who is the best and who is the coward!"

Zhao Long's loud exclamation had already made everyone in the room confused and surprised, and they rushed out of the room one after another.

The first to go outside was 14-year-old Zhao Fei.

When Zhao Fei saw Zhao Xiang, he was equally stunned for a moment, but he rolled his eyes like glass balls, pretending to be overjoyed and screamed:

"Dad, Mom, Second Brother, come out quickly and see who is here, that little bastard Zhao Xiang..."

Suddenly, his voice stopped urgently, because he saw a red palm print on both cheeks of his eldest brother Zhao Long, and two blood lines were squirming down the corners of his mouth like earthworms.

He understands everything!

A strange look flashed in his eyes, and he immediately rebuked Zhao Xiang fiercely and domineeringly:

"You bastard, you're so bold, you're in full bloom, so you came to bully me, didn't you? You took the courage of your ambition, and you hit the big brother! Today, my master, I want you to pay the price, and I have to take good care of you, your little grandson!"

Without thinking about anything, he raised his fist and rushed towards Zhao Xiang.

I didn't see how Zhao Xiang moved, only saw an afterimage entangled Zhao Fei.

It was formed by Zhao Xiang swinging his left hand forward.

The crackling sound of the mouth being punched was almost at the same time as the scream that came out of the mouth.

Zhao Fei, who ran five feet away from Zhao Xiang, made crackling and screaming sounds, and then flew to Zhao Long's side as if his body had grown a pair of wings.

thump--

He fell to the ground top-heavy, and immediately his mother yelled.

At this moment, Zhao Xiang's second brother Zhao Yun, stepmother Hua Lanxiang, and father Zhao Ming all stepped out of the house.

Their faces are all cloudy and uncertain, without exception, they are full of complex emotions such as surprise, doubt, anger and so on.

A strange color flashed in Hua Lanxiang's eyes, which was not easy to be noticed by others, and she looked at Zhao Xiang with fleeting thoughtfulness.

She quickly looked away, and immediately exchanged glances with her husband Zhao Ming at lightning speed.

But when she was about to say something, she found that her second son Zhao Yun was pointing at Zhao Xiang hoarsely and yelling:

"You little bastard, what kind of shady methods did you use to deal with elder brother and third brother so viciously? Do you only use some dirty tricks that take advantage of people's unsuspecting and harm people behind their backs?"

Looking at Zhao Yun who was still vicious, Zhao Xiang looked at him with contempt, like looking at an ant.

"Hmph, it's really funny. Who on earth used shady means? Who on earth took advantage of others' surprises to frame each other viciously? You, Zhao Yun, always join with those two rotten pigs and dogs to bully, mock, and trample me. , Which one of you can do it right? Well, today, I, Zhao Xiang, will give you a fair chance to fight. If you are a hero, come up, and I will not fight back!"

"That's what you said," Zhao Yun rolled up his sleeves and raised his fist, "Don't regret it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he came straight to Zhao Xiang like a tiger coming out of the mountain.

The raised fist almost landed on Zhao Xiang's chest at the same time.

Bang——, boom——.

Immediately following these two sounds came the clear cracking sound of bones.

Click, click.

It wasn't Zhao Xiang's broken sternum, but Zhao Yun's hands and wrists.

His wrist couldn't bear the strong shock from Zhao Xiang's chest at all, and it broke horribly!

Zhao Xiang secretly gathered almost all the spiritual power belonging to the third layer of the condensing period to his chest.

How could Zhao Yun, a mortal who knows nothing, be able to resist this kind of power? !

This is something Zhao Xiang has reserved, otherwise, how could it be such a simple ending as a broken wrist.

Because the strength of the counter-shock could not be reduced by any means, Zhao Yun immediately fell back with a plop.

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