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Then the old man in Qingshan opened his mouth again and yelled: "call me old Yan!"

Then he suddenly kicked the ground and kicked Lin Hao in front of his chest. He was an old fellow in the town, and the strength of the fifth level emperor was not half fake. If he got a strong kick, he had to break his ribs.

And Lin Hao also carried enough spirit power, his hands suddenly pushed forward, just had a hard encounter with Yan Lao, his body was shocked, and finally moved back two steps.

However, Yan retreated quickly. Although he was a little old on the ground, his body was like a light Mantis. He didn't have any weight at all. He could easily jump out again quickly. His hands were tight, like two scythes, cutting Lin Hao's neck from left to right.

The move just now made Mr. Yan understand that if he wanted to win the so-called competition, he couldn't be afraid of his face. He had to be tough to cut the young man in front of him.

But Lin Hao's lips are a hook, showing a few inaudible smile, and then opened his mouth and said: "Yan Lao, you are too anxious."

His voice was very light, almost lost in the wind, but it was so clear that it almost sounded in Yan's ear, which made him stare big. Subconsciously, he stopped his strength and wanted to withdraw his body and run as far away from Lin Hao.

The arrogance of the strong makes him attack quickly, but the instinct of survival pulls Yan's heart tightly. He shouts the coming of death in his ear, which makes him use his spiritual power subconsciously and protect his whole body's meridians and vital points. His attacking hands have already been withdrawn, and he puts on a blocking posture in front of his chest, waiting for the coming of that move.

"Sorry." The few inaudible male voice flashed in his ear, "it's impolite of the younger generation."

The powerful and fierce spirit power broke out from Lin Hao's palm. With unparalleled rapidity and power, he struck Yan Lao's arms like lightning and shot the other side directly.

The power of this blow can't be compared with that of all the talented people present. It's different from Gongshen Sanzi's drawing, or Fangshi's quickness. This palm is really strong, just like a flash of light. It's over before it starts.

Yan's feet couldn't even keep close to the ground. When he was shot off, his feet were off the ground. Only the tips of his feet could be close to the ground, which broke two gullies in the exquisite relief stone floor, and the soil under it all gushed out.

Until the strong wind dissipated, Yan finally went down on one knee, holding the ground in one hand and covering his chest in the other. His white beard was covered with scarlet blood, which made people around him stare in amazement, but no one dared to shout.

"The emperor called me to go." Lin Haoli was in the same place. The white robe was not stained with any dust or blood from the beginning to the end. Even the ups and downs of his voice had not changed. He looked like a light cloud. "I'm in a hurry."

At the end of the speech, he turned away and nodded to Qingge, indicating that she would take him to see emperor canglan.

"Stop, stop!" Yan Lao is to stagger to stand up, half hunchback, panting to Lin Hao walked in the past, "there is one more thing!"

He grabbed Lin Hao's clothes, in addition to the shame and hatred of defeat, he also had some praise.

A purple brocade bag was put in his hand, and was thrust into Lin Hao's arms by the master.

"I lost!" With blood in his mouth, he sighed hoarsely, "the younger generation can be feared, the younger generation can be feared!"

He no longer looked at Lin Hao, but also refused the help of others. Step by step, he left Lin Hao's sight and hid in the crowd.