Chapter 1822 Those who touch the scales will be killed

Feng Hao’s words undoubtedly reassured many worried people. However, the people of the Wuling Clan and the Mangyan Clan felt as if a huge mountain was weighing on their hearts, and even breathing became a little difficult. All of them looked extremely ugly.

Although they were angry, at this time, with Feng Hao's absolute strength, they were unable to give a strong rebuttal.

And everyone else knows that maybe, the Wuling clan and the Mangyan clan will be defeated from now on...

On the high platform, the white-haired The old man frowned again.

The Wuling clan and the Mangyan clan are definitely the most powerful races among the hundreds of clans. Their defeat also weakens the strength of the hundreds of clans.

This is something the old man doesn’t want to see.

However, after he looked directly at Feng Hao for a while, he knew that maybe even if he spoke, he would not be able to resolve this grudge.

"Alas..."

The old man sighed softly in his heart, but in the end he did not say anything to dissuade him.

He knew clearly in his heart that although Feng Hao was able to resolve his hatred towards other races, he could not let go of these two races. This must be because these two races had done things that he could not forgive.

"That's how I am, I don't have much ideals, but if anyone dares to do something to the relatives I care about, then I will absolutely destroy them at all costs, no matter who it is, no matter who it is, Any race!"

At this point, Feng Hao's voice was full of killing and violence, and his eyes became extremely sharp, with murderous intent sweeping through him, as if it was a blast from the Nine Nether Hells. The cold wind blew through everyone's hearts.

He just wants everyone to know that his relatives are Ni Lin, and whoever dares to touch them will have to pay a heavy price!

Dragons have reverse scales. Anyone who touches them will be killed!

These words made Qiong Ling'er, Yan Qing and Xiao Qingmeng burst into tears and weep with joy.

They knew that Feng Hao didn’t have much desire. He just wanted to protect the people he cared about, that’s all!

However, people are unpredictable. Even at this moment, not many people believe that Feng Hao has no ambition. However, because of his words, many people have restrained their thoughts.

At this moment, Feng Hao stood proudly on the ring, looking down at the heroes, his aura overwhelming the entire audience, as if he were an invincible supreme being, but wherever he looked, everyone looked down. He had his head cut off and didn't dare to look at it.

After a while, some changes on his body slowly returned to normal. The scales on his arms retracted piece by piece, and the wings behind him also retracted.

After he stepped off the ring, Qiong Ling'er, Yan Qing, and Xiao Qingmeng immediately rushed up to him and threw themselves into his arms.

Seeing them crying, Feng Hao suddenly felt at a loss. His face lost the determination and indifference he had on the ring, and was replaced by panic and tenderness.

"Haha, what an interesting little guy."

On the high platform, looking at Feng Hao who was busy comforting the three girls, the white-haired old man stroked his chin. He had a white beard and a faint smile on his lips.

As the master of the Baizu Pagoda, he has been walking outside over the years and has seen all kinds of characters. They live for fame and profit. For this, they can do whatever it takes. .

However, it has never been seen before that someone like Feng Hao could comfort several women regardless of his own identity and image in public.

This shows that Feng Hao values ​​​​love.

In the human camp, no one in the human camp thought that Feng Hao was weak or unsuitable to be a leader because of his flustered and overwhelmed appearance. On the contrary, they felt that There was a warm current.

Such a leader is what they need!

“Alas, this guy still cares so little about his image, and now he has completely embarrassed my human race!”

Long Yueguan pretended to have a look of helplessness on his face. The unbearable look made Xie Yandong and others couldn't help but feel happy.

This is the Feng Hao they understand, and at the same time, only they know best that this is Feng Hao’s true temperament. Thinking back to the new competition, when he was of low status, he even To be able to offend the Poison God Mansion for Qingwu mother and daughter, he dares to do such crazy things. It can be seen that in his heart, the status of his relatives is far higher than his own!

"Well done!"

The deep and rough voice of Xiao Qiuqiu directly resounded in Feng Hao's mind. The corners of Feng Hao's mouth curved slightly as he dropped the little beast on the ground.

After a while, the space became noisy again. Every arena was filled with fierce fighting, and dull sounds could be heard. There was only human race, but there was no movement.

Feng Hao, on the other hand, was playing with Qiong Ling'er and the three girls with a smile on his face, not caring about the surprised looks of others or the fights of other races.

For him, these are not important. What is important is that his relatives can be safe and happy!

After a day and a half, this time the competition of hundreds of races has come to an end. The final result is naturally that the human race has entered the top ten, but the other rankings have not changed much, up and down. Floating is just one or two rankings.

This has made many people sigh. The cowardly human race in the past has become a thing of the past. Now, no one dares to bully them!

…

Soon after Feng Hao returned to his courtyard in the Baizu Pagoda area, a guard reported that Dongfang was looking for something to do with him, and there was nothing he could do. He had no choice but to go.

When he came to the courtyard where Dongfang Zheng was, he heard some voices talking inside, and there was a hint of respect and awe in Dongfang Zheng's words.

This made Feng Hao startled and quickly walked into the hall.

Inside, there were only two people sitting on both sides of a square table. One was Dongfang Zheng, and the other was no stranger to him. It was the white-haired old man standing on the high platform. It’s the tower master of the Hundred Tribes Tower!

“Tower Master!”

After learning about the existence of the guardian clan of the Hundred Clans Tower, Feng Hao also showed great respect for the old man.

Speaking of which, the purpose of this Hundred Clans Tower to protect the clan is the same as mine. It does not seek fame or profit, it only exists to protect what it wants to protect and work hard!

"Haha, you're welcome, come on, come and sit!"

Seeing his upright attitude, the old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile appeared on his face , waved to him without any pretense, and motioned for him to sit next to him.

Feng Hao didn’t show any pretense, he just walked over and sat next to the old man.

“He is truly a talented person, one of the best among men!”

After taking a close look at Feng Hao, the old man spoke with appreciation.