Late at night, the provincial capital international airport.

A plane landed, and several Asans got caught in the crowd and walked down.

The leader was an old monk, tall and thin, withered like firewood, followed by two men in black suits.

The old monk glanced around his eyes and frowned and said, "That guy named Tang Hao is here?"

"That's right, we've investigated. He's in the city at the moment!" said a man behind him.

"very good!"

The old monk nodded slightly, "Go and kill him quickly, don't waste your time!"

The two of them led him out of the airport, and there was already a car waiting outside. After the three of them got in, the driver started the car and drove out.

After a while, the car got on the highway and headed towards the city.

After driving for a while, the old monk said, "What big formation is there, where is it?"

The driver turned around and said, "Just not far ahead, is there really no problem with the Holy Master? I heard that this magic circle is very powerful. Someone has broken through it before, and all failed."

The old monk sneered and said disdainfully: "What a shit magic array, just fool those wastes. How could a real master like me be blocked?"

"Didn't you say that this magic circle was made by that guy? How could it be possible to make something powerful based on that kind of thing?"

When the three of them thought about it, they were really relieved immediately.

The driver stepped on the accelerator and accelerated and drove towards the city.

A few minutes later, the car drove a sign.

The old monk's face changed slightly, but he noticed that an invisible force suddenly squeezed around him, trying to squeeze him backwards.

"snort!"

The old monk snorted disdainfully, his body shook slightly, and a burst of energy came out, shaking the squeezing force.

The car continued to drive smoothly.

"Haha! It's really trash! I just used half of my strength and it won't work!"

The old monk was proud and authentic.

The three of them immediately showed respect and flattered them.

"I am worthy of being a saint, but I am amazing!"

The old monk laughed and became more and more proud.

But the next moment, the smile on his face froze, and his eyes glared, and it almost protruded.

Around him, the squeezing force suddenly surged dozens of times, like a rush of mountains and seas, rushing in like crazy, extremely violent.

His whole body was shocked, and he was rushed back by the force, causing the back seat to completely deform and sink into it.

The car also flew up, drew an arc, and flew straight out of the expressway. After landing, it rolled several times, causing the whole car to deform.

The three of them were bleeding and a little drowsy.

And the old monk was also dizzy.

When he came to his senses, his face showed disbelief and horror.

What happened to that power just now?

How could it be so strong?

"No! Impossible! It must be my illusion!" He murmured, his face turning a little ashen.

He said he wanted to break the formation and kill that guy again. If he couldn't even break the formation, wouldn't his old face be lost?

He reached out his hand, tore the car open and got out of the car.

"Damn, I don't believe it anymore. I can't kill you, the broken formation!" He looked to the city and said with hatred.

At this time, the three of them also came out.

"Saint Master, what happened just now?"

"Haha! It's nothing, just a little accident! You guys wait, I'll break this formation now!" He smiled awkwardly and walked forward.

After walking a few steps, he began to speed up, and a ray of light appeared on his dry skin.

Such ascetic monks, who practice the body, the most powerful one is this physical body. If you want to break the formation, the best way is to hit.

He continued to accelerate, his body was like lightning, and he collided into the formation.

"Come on, Master!"

The three of them stood aside, shouted excitedly, cheering up.

The figure rushed into the range of the formation and continued to advance.

"Wow! The Holy Master is so awesome!" The three men showed admiration again.

But then, the figure stopped, as if it was trapped in a mud. The next moment, it rose into the air and flew out with a buoy.

ah--!

The old monk screamed.

He flew a few hundred meters away, then he fell to the ground with his face down, and fell to the ground.

The three of them froze and their mouths were wide open.

After a while, they realized and rushed up.

"Saint Master, are you okay?"

"Haha! It's okay, how could something be wrong? I'm so good!" The old monk got up with difficulty, wiped the mud from his face, and smiled carelessly.

But in my heart, I was very embarrassed.

Damn, why is this broken thing so powerful? It seems that the situation is a bit wrong!

He began to feel irritated, and he regretted that he had spoken so much.

However, after he had said everything, what else could he do? For the sake of face, he had to bite the bullet and even get on.

"It was an accident just now, I'll come again."

He took a deep breath and continued to rush forward.

Then, biu--!

He flew, faced to the ground again, and fell down.

Damn it! Why is this breaking formation so powerful? Also, why is it facing the ground again? I have a grudge against you!

"Haha! It's really just an accident!"

Looking at the three people, he felt a little embarrassed, and his old face turned red.

He felt that his lifetime of heroic reputation was about to be explained here.

"Damn, I don't believe it!"

He gritted his teeth and continued on.

biu!

biubiubiu!

In the night sky, dark shadows kept swaying.

Time and time again, every time, it faces to the ground, and it flies farther and farther away every time.

That old face was almost swollen.

On the side, the three of them stood there, looking dull throughout the whole process.

At first, they would scream a few times, but now, they were numb, and their eyes kept throwing away and falling with the figure, repeating over and over again.

Every time they see their faces hit the ground, they feel tight and they feel that this is really miserable.

As they watched, they couldn't bear to see him.

"Saint...Saint Master, do you want...or...rest!" A man couldn't stand it anymore and said in a low voice.

The old monk got up from the ground, rubbed his swollen face, and refused righteously, "Do you want me to give up! Humph! How can there be the word "give up" in the man's dictionary?"

"You guys! So weak!"

After saying that, he turned around very casually and rushed towards the formation.

The three of them were a little moved, but then, with another whistle, the figure flew out high.

This time, it flew very high and very far, and then it fell down in that familiar posture.

Bang!

The ground trembled and a big hole was smashed.
Chapter completed!