Chapter 1222 (2/2)

Hope's voice was filled with arrogance again.

”I...”

Inside Zhu Hao's heart, infinite humiliation, even some can't suppress.

But, he still repressed!

He is afraid of death!

”I will! Thank you, Mr. Huo

At the moment, Zhu Hao's heart of martial arts has been completely reduced to a slave heart.

”Good! Get out of the way! Follow Zuo Kang

In hope's eyes, there was a strong color of pleasure.

At the beginning, Zhu Hao had humiliated him.

Now, on the contrary, he trampled on it completely! Enslave his heart of martial arts!

”We are also willing to respect Mr. Huo, please accept him! Agree

Many other warriors fell to their knees and trembled.

They, at this time, have no doubt, once any of them escape, or choose to fight, waiting for their own inevitable death!

”You are not worthy of being my servants! Well, in other words, you don't deserve to be a registered dog! You should be the cannon fodder for the emperor to cross the secluded and heavy land

”According to your performance, I can reward you a little, improve your treatment and be a registered dog!”

Hope's voice is loud and full of infinite arrogance.

At this time, all the martial artists around him had no humiliation and dissatisfaction.

They have only a heart of submission, a heart of awe.

At this time, in their hearts, they should give priority to hope.It is beyond the realm of Youluo.

The onlookers of tianwu inheriting state and those of the four dynasties are all silent at this moment.

”Hope, good!”

Among the twelve gates, several of the valve owners at this time are loud voice said.

For them, so many warriors who enter the Youluo heavy state are originally selected for the secret realm, so the weak should eat the strong and the strong should be supreme.

Among the twelve, one who has been relatively quiet is an old man with white hair.

This old man with white hair is the leader of the white family among the twelve sects. His name is Bai Wuchang.

This is the name of a ghost emissary in the land of Shenzhou, who is rigid in the spirit of the dead in hell.

The breath of Bai Wuchang directly targets one of the top martial artists in the eight levels of the holy king.

This top martial artist of the eight levels of the holy king is the master of the high-level clan Zhu family, and is also Zhu Hao's father, Zhu Changqing.

Huo Wang frightened Zhu Hao and humiliated Zhu Hao, which naturally angered Zhu Changqing, the leader of Zhu family.

Bai Wuchang said, ”Zhu Changqing, you can't make a mistake! The three most powerful men all fell in love with Huo Wang! Huo wangruo is to join any one of the gatekeepers, the three big gate are not you can face! Even if it's my white family, I have to retreat for the time being! ”

Each of the major high-level gates is also attached to the twelve.

This zhujiamen valve is the Bai family attached to one of the twelve.

Zhu Changqing, hearing Bai Wuchang's words, immediately also converges and melts that anger.

”Thank you for your reminding! It's just that Zhu Hao, the white valve master, is a son I have chosen to cultivate I'm really not willing to

Zhu Changqing said in a voice.

Bai Wuchang also sighed slightly: ”Zhu Hao's heart of martial arts is incomplete, and it will be difficult to achieve anything in the future.”. You don't have to take any risks for a future waste. ”

”Zhu Hao of your family, my Lord has long been interested in me. I'm going to marry my ninth daughter to him...”

”In the end, Zhu Hao's martial spirit is not strong enough! It's hard to make a great thing! Zhu Changqing, give up! ”

Zhu Changqing heard the words of Bai Wuchang, and his whole body trembled. The trace of unwilling color in his eyes had disappeared completely.

”Yes, white Lord.”

Zhu Changqing's eyes look at the crystal screen, inside the eyes, there is no longer any reluctance or resentment.