Dragon Sword God

Chapter 22 Mei Changsheng

Yuan Tong's face was pale, and he retreated uncontrollably, he was really scared.

But Xiang Hao's speed was faster, like a beam of blood, he approached Yuantong in the blink of an eye, and punched out with one punch.

boom.

Terrible fluctuations erupted, and he was tyrannical like no other. Yuan Tong was blown away with a single punch, and Yuan Tong couldn't even block it.

Yuan Tong spurted blood, and after falling from the air to the ground, he stood up with force, turned around and fled.

"Did you escape?" Xiang Hao sneered, at this moment, he was extraordinary in martial arts, with a noble aura permeating.

call out.

Xiang Hao rushed forward, and slapped out with a palm, the blood was in pieces, and there was a low dragon sound roaring, shaking the sky.

Snapped.

Yuan Tong resisted with all his strength, but was still slapped away by Xiang Hao's palm, and several bones were broken.

"Don't you claim to be superior to others?" Xiang Hao waved his dragon claw and slapped Yuan Tong on the face.

Half of Yuan Tong's face suddenly collapsed, bloody and bloody. This was the result of Xiang Hao's control of the strength, otherwise Yuan Tong would have been slapped to death without any suspense.

The people around were all moved, and after the silence, there were loud noises.

"Is his spirit vein the spirit vein of a divine beast?"

"It's scary, this must be a mutant with spiritual veins."

Discussions erupted, and the crowd became a sensation.

Yuan Tong stared at Xiang Hao in horror, pretended to be calm and shouted sharply: "If you dare to kill me, in the Luoxia Sect, the Yuan family will make you have nowhere to go to heaven and nowhere to escape."

"Young man, what Yuan Tong said is true, you have to think twice." An old voice came, and then came an old man in a gray robe. The old man had white hair reaching his waist and a white beard reaching his chest. He was extraordinary and refined.

"Why think? Kill." Xiang Hao growled, and a dazzling red light burst out from his palm, directly cutting Yuan Tong's neck.

Yuan Tong's blood spilled into the sky, he was so angry that he was hacked to death by Xiang Hao.

The little fat man was already stunned. Seeing this scene, he shivered tremblingly, his face turned pale.

"Brother Hao, run quickly." The little fat man trembled, he could imagine that the anger of the Yuan family must be very crazy.

However, at this moment, Xiang Hao seemed to be frozen, the icy dragon scales covering his body disappeared quickly, and everything returned to normal.

After Xiang Hao was back to normal, his situation was extremely miserable, his body was covered in blood, and his Dragon Spirit Qi was almost exhausted.

boom.

Xiang Hao fell headlong to the ground, completely powerless.

The little fat man was about to rush over, but someone was faster than him, rushed forward in the blink of an eye, and took Xiang Hao away.

"It's the gray-robed old man just now."

"Who is that old man? Could it be that he is not afraid of the Yuan family and wants to keep that young man?"

People kept speculating that they were really impressed by Xiang Hao's performance just now and the identity of the old man in gray robe.

Soon, someone from the Yuan family was notified to come. More than a dozen people came from the Yuan family. The leader was a handsome middle-aged man. When the middle-aged man saw the tragic death of Yuan Tong, his face was distorted with anger.

"Who is it? Who is it?" The middle-aged man roared, with terrifying murderous aura spreading everywhere.

"Elder Yuan Zhen, the murderer is a disciple of Luoxia Sect." Someone said loudly.

"Luoxia Sect, Luoxia Sect." Yuan Zhen roared, his eyes were red.

……

In the inner gate of Luoxia Sect, in an ancient attic, Xiang Hao was lying flat on the bed, his injuries were completely healed, and his robes were brand new, but he was still in a coma.

Squeak.

When the door opened, the old man in gray robe walked into the room. The old man had a fluttering white beard and a fairy demeanor. He was the old man on the square. He stared at the young man lying quietly on the bed with deep eyes.

"I hope you don't let me down." The old man whispered with a complicated expression, and sat gently on the bedside.

Perhaps it was the slight movement of the old man when he was sitting on the bed, which made the vigilant Xiang Hao feel it. Xiang Hao slowly opened his eyes, his blank eyes quickly focused, and he sat up abruptly.

"Where is this? Did we meet in the square?" Xiang Hao looked around for a week, then fixed on the old man.

The old man showed a smile, and said: "Yes, old Mei Changsheng."

"Oh, Mei Chang...huh?" Xiang Hao jumped up in shock: "You are old Mei Changsheng?"

"It's the old man." Mei Changsheng smiled, this is a very gentle looking old man, not sharp-edged.

Xiang Hao didn't dare to be disrespectful, and saluted respectfully, already guessing that his injury was healed by this old man: "Thank you, Senior Mei, for saving me."

Xiang Hao suddenly remembered that when he was in the burial ground of the gods, he was surrounded by people because of the dragon's blood grass. That time, he borrowed Mei Changsheng's name to escape being held accountable.

Mei Changsheng waved his hand, with a refined temperament, said with a light smile: "You are welcome, the reason why I saved you is because of other motives."

"If there is anything that this junior needs to do, Senior Mei can just say it." Xiang Hao said this not out of politeness, but sincerely. First, it was out of respect for Mei Changsheng, and second, it was Mei Changsheng who saved him.

Mei Changsheng pondered for a moment, then looked serious, and said, "I want to take you as my apprentice."

"What? Is Senior Mei joking?" Xiang Hao's eyes lit up suddenly, with a look of surprise on his face.

"I want to take you as an apprentice." Seeing that Xiang Hao was so nervous, Mei Changsheng couldn't help but smile, and repeated.

This time, Xiang Hao heard clearly that Dang even knelt down excitedly to worship his master. If this matter got out, the entire Luoxia Sect would be shaken.

Mei Changsheng became famous in Dongzhou 50 years ago, and swept away the younger generation at that time. When the northern monsters attacked, Mei Changsheng fought bloody and powerful. He killed the northern monsters with fear, and even killed the eight great monsters of the monsters. The king, known as the god of war by the demon clan, after the demon clan retreated, Mei Changsheng joined the Luoxia sect, willing to guard a kung fu pavilion, and never asked about world affairs. No one knew the reason.

Xiang Hao has heard of these almost mythical legends, which is why he respects Mei Changsheng.

"Get up." Mei Changsheng chuckled, took Xiang Hao by the hand, and then asked with a smile: "Before I became a teacher, I couldn't ask many things. Now, as a teacher, I want to ask you, what happened to your powerful transformation in the square?" Body, what's going on?"

"It's because I have dragon veins, and that kind of transformation is also because of dragon veins, but every time I use them, my body can't bear it." Xiang Hao didn't hide it, he believed in Mei Changsheng.

At this moment, Mei Changsheng's eyes were shocked. He had been extremely brilliant before, had seen many geniuses, and also seen many extraordinary spiritual veins, but he had never seen this legendary dragon vein.

"Can I take a look?" Mei Changsheng asked Xiang Hao's opinion with a solemn expression.

Xiang Hao nodded in agreement directly. Although he has a dragon vein, he has never understood how to cultivate it. Let Master Mei Changsheng have a look, and maybe he will have unique insights.

Mei Changsheng took a deep breath, and his demeanor changed completely, becoming ethereal and immortal, as if he would go away at any moment.

(End of this chapter)