The god-level tyrant of the prehistoric fantasy

"Little brother, what do you think of my proposal just now?"

The man showed a wretched face, still put his hands between his cuffs, and said to Zhao Haoyin with a smile.

Zhao Hao sneered and said, "If I let you keep limbs for no reason, you are willing."

This man's name is Liu Ming, he is the young man's servant, and he is also an immortal cultivator, but like Zhao Hao, he has just stepped into the 'Art of Controlling Yuan', he has no family, no sect, and is a casual cultivator If not, he wouldn't be that young man's servant, or someone else's thug.

Liu Ming squinted his eyes, still with a sinister smile on his face: "So you disagree?"

"Of course!"

Of course Zhao Hao would not agree to this matter. First of all, it was not his fault. He would not bow his head to the other party. If anything, this man just relied on his own cultivation to be better than him to bully him. He has never seen such a big storm. How could he do it today? Bow to an ignorant junior.

"Little brother, you beat my young master. If you don't leave something behind, it will be very difficult for me to do business!"

With a wave of Zhao Hao's palm, a ball of flames ignited immediately, and he said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, if you want to keep my limbs, it depends on whether you have the ability!"

Liu Ming shook his head, it seemed that this battle was inevitable, he didn't say anything, with a wave of his sleeve, he grabbed a ball of energy from the air and waved it towards Zhao Hao.

"The art of controlling the element, I can do it too!"

With a wave of Zhao Hao's palm, a ball of Yuan force was sent out from his hand, rushing towards Liu Ming.

Boom!The two groups of Yuanli collided together.

Zhao Hao jumped up, rushed towards Liu Ming with the burning flame in his hand, and said in his mouth: "Raging Flame Palm!"

Not to be outdone, Liu Ming waved his sleeves, slowly stretched out his palms, and rushed towards Zhao Hao.

"Black Wind Claw!"

A few black claws slashed towards Zhao Hao, and some power was contained in the black claws.

With a wave of his palm, Zhao Hao grabbed those black claws, and the black claws were quickly burned to ashes by the flames.

Zhao Hao then waved the flame in his hand, and the flame instantly became larger, turning into a ball of burning palms, and he slammed towards Liu Minggai forcefully.

Liu Ming caught the huge flame with one hand, looked at Zhao Hao and sneered, and said, "The skill is good, but your cultivation level is still shallow, and you don't have enough energy, so you can't hurt me!"

With a vigorous wave of Liu Ming's palm, the burning flame was instantly extinguished.

This Liu Ming's cultivation level is indeed higher than his, and his kung fu is too weak to do anything to him, besides, he succeeded in condensing the energy in his body last night. The consumption is almost the same, this Liu Ming is not easy to deal with.

Liu Ming turned his claws into fists, taking advantage of Zhao Hao's unpreparedness, and punched Zhao Hao with force.

A gust of fist wind came, carrying a trace of powerful energy.

Zhao Hao felt the incoming force, and immediately reacted, covering his chest with both hands, resisting the incoming punch.

Bang!

Zhao Hao's body stepped back a few steps. He looked at his reddened arm. The punch just now was really powerful. If he didn't have the body protection of Yuanli in his body, this punch would either kill him or seriously injure him.

Liu Ming put his hands in his cuffs, smiled at Zhao Hao: "Your body is stronger than I imagined, but you are still not my opponent. I think it is not easy for you to cultivate, so you should listen to me and surrender as soon as possible. "

"I know that my cultivation base is not as high as yours, and I can't beat you, but I want to surrender, dreaming!"

"Then you're welcome!"

Liu Ming tapped his footsteps on the ground a few times, and quickly ran towards Zhao Hao. His running speed was extremely fast. Originally, Zhao Hao thought his speed was fast enough, but there must still be some gap between him and him.

Zhao Hao clenched his hands into fists and began to guard against Liu Ming's attack.

While speaking, Liu Ming rushed in front of Zhao Hao, smiled at him, and then punched Zhao Hao. Zhao Hao couldn't control the pain at this time, and started to fight back, swinging his fist to hit Liu Ming.

Liu Ming reached out to catch his punch, Zhao Hao was slightly surprised, Liu Ming's speed was faster than he imagined.

"Black Wind Claw!"

Liu Ming's other palm turned into a claw, and there was still a few traces of black air in the claw, and he swiped towards Zhao Hao's body.

Zhao Hao saw the claws coming, and hurriedly backed away, but one of his hands was still caught by Liu Ming, so he couldn't dodge at all.

A few black bloodstains were scratched on Zhao Hao's body, and his clothes had already been scratched by black claws, revealing a series of bloodstains.

Enduring the pain in his body, Zhao Hao released the energy in his body, and shouted loudly: "Raging Flame Palm!"

The palm caught by Liu Ming immediately ignited a ball of flames. Liu Ming forgot that Zhao Hao would make this move again, his hand seemed to be holding onto a ball of flames, he let out a cry of pain, and immediately let go his hand.

Taking advantage of the moment when Liu Ming's hand hurts, Zhao Hao waved his burning fist towards Liu Ming's face.

Liu Ming was unprepared. He originally thought that Zhao Hao wouldn't have any energy left to resist the few blows just now. He didn't expect Zhao Hao to retreat and attack him with a backhand while taking advantage of these few seconds. Seeing a flame, he rushed to him.

Bang!

Liu Ming was hit by Zhao Hao's punch, and his body flew backwards. This punch almost used up all the energy in Zhao Hao's body.

After the attack was successful, Zhao Hao immediately fled to the depths of the mountain. He has no energy left in his body, and if he continues to stay here, there is only a dead end. What he can do now is to find a safe place to hide and recover from the wound. , Second, to improve one's own cultivation.

Liu Ming fell heavily to the ground. He was a little dazzled by Zhao Hao's round just now, and he woke up after a while.

Liu Ming got up and touched his red and swollen face. He accidentally hit Zhao Hao just now, and his strike was still ruthless. The punch just now must have almost used up all the energy in his body.

Liu Ming looked around, there was no trace of Zhao Hao here, he must have fled to the depths of the mountain.

He put his hands in his cuffs, looked deep into the mountain, and said with a cold smile: "Next time I meet you, I will cut off your legs first, and see how you are still running away!"

Liu Ming stretched out his hands to pick up the young man, and walked down the mountain slowly. He had already decided to go back to recuperate for a while, make some preparations, and then come in to search the mountain. He didn't believe that Zhao Hao could escape anywhere else.

Zhao Hao found a cave and hid, now he only has two ideas, one is to heal his wounds, and then to improve his cultivation level to take revenge, next time he meets Liu Ming, he must kill this person.