Chapter 119 Lessons (Please Vote for Recommendation)

"Asshole, you dare to scold me?" Zheng Huan suddenly looked at Hua Shuo.

Hua Shuo was not afraid at all, raised his eyes slightly, and said lightly: "I scolded you, what can you do?"

When saying this, Hua Shuo sighed in his heart, this guy is simply a fool to the extreme.

As Zheng Huan is in the early stage of Dragon Spirit Realm, why did he join the God Slaughtering Pavilion?

Isn't it because he knows the strength of the God Slaughtering Pavilion?

Among the Blood Demon Sect, nearly ten Dragon Spirit Realm and four Dragon Pill Realm were still destroyed by the God Slaughtering Pavilion. Hua Shuo doesn't believe that Zheng Huan doesn't know about this.

But Zheng Huan clearly knows that the strength of the God Slaughtering Pavilion is strong, but he is still so arrogant. What else can he be?

A fool!

A big fool!

"The God-Slaying Pavilion is so arrogant!" Zheng Huan snorted coldly: "Your cultivation is only at the Dragon Blood Realm, and you dare to speak to me like this. Is the God-Slaying Pavilion so powerful that it even rejects people from the Dragon Spirit Realm?" "Humph, you are arrogant, the God-Slaying Pavilion is just like that!" "You don't want people with strong cultivation, but you choose these trash. It seems that the God-Slaying Pavilion is not as good as we imagined." "It is rumored that the God-Slaying Pavilion discovers geniuses. Now it seems that this rumor is a bit untrue!" The middle-aged men behind Zheng Huan also spoke, and their words were full of disdain and contempt. The eyes looking at those people in line were full of sarcasm. For their eyes, those people in line were angry in their hearts, but they didn't dare to speak. Because the strength of Zheng Huan and others is indeed much stronger than them, they can kill them with a flip of their hands. "You mean that your cultivation is strong and you are all geniuses?" Liuyun looked at Zheng Huan. "Let's not talk about whether he is a genius or not, at least in terms of cultivation, he is much stronger than you." Zheng Huan said disdainfully.

"Okay."

Liuyun smiled slightly and said to Hua Shuo: "Since these 'powerful men' are so confident, then let them see whether the Mingyue Divine Guards of the God-Slaying Pavilion are just a name."

"Yes."

Hua Shuo nodded, gently patted the dust on his body, and walked in front of Zheng Huan and others.

"One by one, or all together?" Hua Shuo said calmly.

"Arrogant!"

Zheng Huan's face was furious, and he snorted coldly: "Wu Cheng, let him see the strength of the bloodthirsty adventure group!"

"Hehe, little kid, don't blame me for being too cruel if you die!"

A middle-aged man walked out from behind Zheng Huan with a ferocious smile on his face. When the voice fell, his figure rushed directly towards Hua Shuo.

"Come out, Yanyang Beast!" Hua Shuo silently chanted a spell, and when Wu Cheng was about to bombard him, a space door suddenly appeared beside him.

From the space gate, a huge figure full of heat rushed out, and the sharp claws hit Wu Cheng directly, and Wu Cheng didn't even have time to dodge.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound came out, Wu Cheng's eyes widened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

At the same time, the sharp claws scratched across his chest, and suddenly five hideous wounds appeared. A lot of blood flowed from Wu Cheng's chest, and even the white bones inside could be seen.

"Huh?"

Zheng Huan and others all looked gloomy, and when they looked at the giant beast that had already revealed its entire body, their faces became ugly.

Next to Hua Shuo, there was a demon beast emitting a scorching light.

The body of this beast was five feet long, and its hair was white. When it looked at Zheng Huan and others, it let out a threatening roar, but when it saw Hua Shuo, it became very docile.

"Level three demon beast, Yanyang beast!" Zheng Huan's face was a little gloomy.

No wonder Wu Cheng was severely injured and almost died after one blow. It turned out to be a third-level monster.

The third-level monster is equivalent to the Dragon Spirit Realm of humans, and monsters are much stronger than humans at the same level.

Even Zheng Huan felt that he was no match for the Flame Sun Beast.

"Why, you're not going to fight?"

Hua Shuo gently patted the head of the Flame Sun Beast and said sarcastically: "Weren't you very arrogant just now? Why are you silent now? I'll tell you secretly, I have three monsters like the Flame Sun Beast, but among the monsters I control, the Flame Sun Beast is only the lowest level."

The Flame Sun Beast is a low-level third-level monster, equivalent to the early Dragon Spirit Realm, but if the early Dragon Spirit Realm encounters the Flame Sun Beast, it will definitely not want to fight it.

"In fact, you should have attacked together just now. In this way, although you would all be injured, you would not be injured as seriously as he was, right?" Hua Shuo pointed at Zheng Huan and sighed, "What a pity. It's all because of your arrogance that he was injured so seriously. I think his dragon vein seems to be broken? The cultivation of the peak of the Dragon Blood Realm seems to be lost..." "Asshole!!!" Zheng Huan's face was gloomy and water was about to drip out. He clenched his fists and wanted to slap Hua Shuo to death. But with the Yanyang Beast guarding in front of Hua Shuo, how could he dare to attack? Those who were still queuing also saw this scene, and their faces showed a faint look of excitement and relief. Arrogant? Still arrogant? Weren't you very arrogant just now? Why are you all dumb now? Zheng Huan and others insulted them just now, but they dared not speak. Now that Hua Shuo taught him a lesson, he crippled one of them with one blow, and they were immediately excited to death. In this excitement, they became even more determined to join the God-Slaying Pavilion.

Huashuo is only in the Dragon Blood Realm, but he has a third-level monster. Even the Dragon Spirit Realm dare not touch him. This feeling is exciting just thinking about it.

"If you don't want to fight anymore, then get out of here. Arrogant people like you are not welcome in Tushen Pavilion!" Huashuo's expression suddenly turned cold.

Zheng Huan wanted to say something, but at this moment, the Flame Sun Beast suddenly let out a roar and rushed towards them.

"let's go!"

Zheng Huan's expression changed, and he quickly grabbed Wu Cheng's half-dead body and headed away with the others.

"Dragon Spirit Realm? It's just trash." Huashuo shook his head.

The Flame Sun Beast's charge just now was just to scare them. If they really wanted to attack, Zheng Huan and others would not be able to leave unharmed.

Huashuo really wanted to kill them, but Su Han had ordered that before the sect was stationed, it was best not to see blood, so Huashuo did not take a heavy blow.

…

As time goes by, a day passes in the blink of an eye.

However, the flow of people in front of the Tushen Pavilion not only did not decrease, but instead increased.

Early the next morning, dozens of people came from a distance, led by a middle-aged man, who was wearing the uniform of the leader of the newly established Ninth-rate Sect—Lingluo Sect!