Xiuxian: Beautiful Women Like Clouds

"This kid didn't participate in the battle, why did he vomit blood in grief and anger!" Outside the Kongtong Mirror, many cultivators were discussing.

Lu Hao stared at Wen Xue's figure intently. He knew very well that she was a broad-minded and tolerant woman, so he must keep a firm grasp on her.

There were traces of battle in the distance, and two figures were moving cautiously among them.

"Zhao Kun, why do you wear such a dark hat all day long? This makes many people look at you strangely!" Wen Xue couldn't help but whisper.

"It's a long story. Ever since I woke up from my coma, my maid Xiao Cui put this hat on me. She said a fortune teller predicted that if I took it off, I would be killed." Zhao Kun sighed, and subconsciously adjusted the green hat.

He has been wearing this hat for many years. He used to resist it, but now he has gradually gotten used to it. He even feels empty inside if he doesn't wear it for a day.

Even though the air here was very hot, like being in a furnace, Zhao Kun did not dare to be careless and wore his hat meticulously.

"I think that fortune teller is most likely a liar. No one can save his life by wearing a hat!" Wen Xue shook her head slightly.

"The fortune teller said that if the other party saw me wearing such a hat on my own initiative, he might be touched, or even sympathize with me and spare my life." Zhao Kun said softly.

"Anyway, I feel like you might have been cheated!" Wen Xue whispered softly.

"What you said makes sense. After all, so many years have passed. Even if there was a disaster of killing the god, it would have passed long ago." Zhao Kun thought for a moment.

However, at this moment, a gust of evil wind blew past, and the hat on Zhao Kun's head fell off. His expression froze for a moment, and then a terrifying murderous intent swept over from all directions. The murderous intent was like a substance, icy and piercing, making every inch of his skin feel pain.

"Who are you!" Zhao Kun looked at a young man slowly walking towards him with a look of horror.

The young man's eyes were cold and he exuded a powerful aura, like a mountain pressing down on him, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"A dead person doesn't need to know who I am!" The young man walked towards her forcefully, and when he passed by Wen Xue, he pinched her smooth face hard and touched her slender waist.

"You are shameless..." Wen Xue was shocked and angry. The other party actually teased her unscrupulously. She immediately took out her magic treasure and attacked the young man.

"Break!" The young man casually raised his hand and slapped it out. The magic treasure exploded instantly and turned into fragments on the ground. It was hard to imagine how terrifying the young man's strength was.

"Don't kill me!" Zhao Kun was so frightened by this scene that he kept retreating in fear. In fact, the person who came was Lu Hao.

"You will not escape death today." Lu Hao sneered, his whole body was filled with golden light, and thick thunder surrounded him like an angry thunder dragon, making a huge roar, venting his dissatisfaction.

Lu Hao, in anger, was so powerful that it made people feel suffocated, bringing a huge sense of oppression to Zhao Kun.

"Die!" Lu Hao just uttered this word lightly, and then he punched out fiercely at an extremely fast speed. The air instantly made a terrifying sonic boom.

The huge commotion here attracted a lot of attention, and the little nun and the little princess also looked over with curiosity.

"What is this guy going to do now!" Xiyan outside stretched beautifully, and immediately outlined an attractive curve that would make people's nose bleed.

Seeing that begging for mercy was useless, Zhao Kun hurriedly summoned his magic weapon, the Flowing Light Shield, to block in front of himself. The Flowing Light Shield revolved around him, releasing a khaki light shield, which gave him a lot of sense of security.

This flowing light shield is the Zhao family's treasure. Even a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage would find it difficult to break it in a short time.

"It's a useless move!" Lu Hao sneered, his eyes full of disdain. He punched the flowing light shield hard, and the heavy flowing light shield didn't even last for a moment before it exploded into slag and fell to the ground.

"This is impossible. He can't even withstand one blow!" Zhao Kun's eyes almost popped out when he saw this scene.

Lu Hao's golden fist was still as powerful as ever, and the aura of destruction enveloped Zhao Kun. As if sensing the danger, a jade pendant given by his ancestors on his body glowed, and a wisp of the soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator appeared.

The Yuanshen was an old man with white hair and beard, looking very majestic. He stared at Lu Hao and spoke slowly.

"Fellow Daoist, please give me some face and let my descendants go!" said the old man.

"Die!" Lu Hao said only one word. He dodged and grabbed the old man's throat in an instant. Then he exerted force suddenly, and the old man's Nascent Soul exploded. He was so powerful that he would kill anyone who stood in his way.

"This guy is really strong. He can defeat a Yuanying stage soul with just one strike." Lu Hao's performance made everyone around him shudder with fear.

Just when Lu Hao was about to punch Zhao Kun through, he actually gave up all resistance and took out a green hat and put it on his head. Then he knelt on the ground with tears streaming down his face, kowtowing and begging for mercy. This was the life-saving method taught to him by the fortune teller.

Lu Hao looked at the hat he put on on his own initiative, and actually retracted his fist at the last moment. Even such a terrifying impact force had already made Zhao Kun spit out blood.

The moment Lu Hao saw the hat, his angry mind instantly cleared up a little, and he wondered if he had misunderstood Wen Xue.

Just when Zhao Kun thought he had saved his life, Lu Hao beat him up and finally dragged him away by one of his feet like a dead dog. He wanted to ask him about some things in detail.

At the same time, Lu Hao actually headed towards the direction of the little Taoist nun, and everyone in this direction shrank their necks. After all, everyone had witnessed the other party's brutality and terror.

"What do you want to do? Are you going to hit me?" The little nun looked at the approaching young man with her pure and innocent eyes and said in panic.

"You guessed right!" Lu Hao raised a smile and pulled the little nun's smooth face hard.

"It's over, I'm not pure anymore!" The little nun burst into tears.

"Don't come over here!" The young man next to the little Taoist nun saw that Lu Hao came with ill intentions, and talismans appeared in front of him to defend himself.

Lu Hao was so powerful in his rage that he could crush any talisman. In the end, he beat the young man to death and dragged him away by one foot.

"Where are you taking Qin Tao?" The little nun wanted to chase him, but she couldn't catch up at all.

At this moment, an extremely funny scene appeared on the field. Lu Hao dragged one person's feet with one hand, like dragging a dead dog, and walked towards the distant mountains. The faces of the two people on the ground were rubbed raw.

Lu Hao wants to know the truth...