There were only two masters, Warrior Yi and Di Yao, present. It was easy to see that Meng Hao was at ease, but the five Warriors had already tried their best.

The others did not have this kind of vision, but instead felt that the five warriors shouted and fought fiercely, and the five heavy weapons were waving out a whirring sound of the wind. They were really fierce and majestic.

On the other hand, Meng Hao was always silent. Under the siege of the five warriors, it was like a small boat in the wild waves, rising and falling with the wind and waves, and there was a possibility of overturning at any time.

The people on the field were inevitably excited and colorful.

Mi Fei even shouted loudly: "Who can hurt him first? I will give you fabric to help you make clothes!"

This sentence faintly reached Meng Hao's ears, and he couldn't help but feel even more angry.

Just as the warrior was brave enough to advance, Meng Hao blocked the other four people with his right sword, and waved his palm with his left hand and slapped it out.

The warrior felt a powerful force surged involuntarily and screamed. The two copper hammers in his hand flew into the sky quickly, but he threw his body backwards.

The other four were shocked and fought desperately.

Meng Hao's face was as deep as water, and his short sword swept over gently.

The blue sword light was invincible, and it immediately cut off a piece of the black bronze spear in the Warrior's hand.

The Warrior Charm was so scared that he hurriedly stepped back.

Meng Hao's figure spread out like wind and lightning, and there were three "slap" sounds, and three figures fell and flew out.

At the same time, Meng Hao's short sword light hit the Warriors' eyes.

The warrior raised his maces and pushed up his strength.

But when Meng Hao smiled, he withdrew his sword, slapped his right palm and hit the Warrior's chest.

The Warrior Long was beaten so hard that his whole figure flew out.

As the blue light flashed, Meng Hao inserted the short sword in his hand into the sheath and retracted it to his waist. Meng Hao stood with his hands down, without any sorrow or joy.

But the whole scene was shocked to death.

Even the warrior Yi, who was full of confidence in Meng Hao, did not expect that Meng Hao would win so easily.

Even the Warrior Yi forgot to cheer, just recalled the battle just now, and imagined whether he could block Meng Hao's last series of exciting attacks if he was on the court.

Mi Fei felt particularly painful with a pretty face.

From the moment she shouted "Who hurts him first makes clothes for whom?", in the blink of an eye, the five warriors she cheered for were beaten to the point of falling and flying out by Meng Hao. This was not just a hit of the five warriors, but a hit on her Mi Fei's face.

And it was a few "smacking" hits her, and her face was almost swollen.

"Female Mi, it seems that this person is not very crazy, but he is really capable!"

"Yes, Mi Fei, this person is too capable, he should be even bigger than Dayi, right? If only I had the appearance of you, I must be his woman!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't have a look like Mi Fei. If you ask your father to come to him to propose marriage, maybe he will fall in love with you!"

...

But the girls around Mi Fei were chattering and laughing.

Mi Fei felt it was particularly harsh, her face was sometimes red and sometimes green, and she couldn't cry even if she wanted to cry, so she turned around and squeezed out of the crowd.

"Female Mi, where are you going? You will still play the piano later!"

"She belittled Young Master Hao like that just now, I'm afraid I'm a little embarrassed now! Don't worry about her. With Sister Feng'er as the leader, she will definitely persuade her to come back later!"

...

The people of this era admire most are heroes.

Even though everyone thought Meng Hao was too crazy and arrogant before, after seeing Meng Hao easily defeating the five warriors in the tribe, everyone looked at Meng Hao again, and they all turned from hostility to envy, awe, and even worship.

Warrior Yi came to his senses first, walked forward with a smile, stretched out his fist and pounded Meng Hao's shoulder, and said, "Good brother!"

Emperor Yao also walked up with a smile and said, "No wonder the immortal old man specifically explained that if he wants to eliminate these nine monsters in the sky, he must rely on Gongzihao's ability! Today I realized that Gongzihao is indeed unfathomable, and I am afraid that even me may not be Gongzihao's opponent!"

His words made the people present breathe continuously.

But no one thinks that Emperor Yao is exaggerating. The battle just now has made everyone feel that this young master Hao deserves the praise of "unfathomable".

Under the leadership of Emperor Yao, Meng Hao, Warrior Yi, and other people with status and status in the Donghe Tribe went back to the house and sat down.

In addition to being curious, these people's attitude towards Meng Hao was also contempt and dissatisfied.

But now he is very respectful to Meng Hao. Even several elders took the initiative to pick up their cups and toast Meng Hao.

After three rounds of drinking, Wen'e led a group of young girls in, including Mi Fei.

Mi Fei stretched out her little face, sat down in a corner of the room, and began to play the piano.

Wen'e led the girls and danced to the sound of the piano.

Although Mi Fei's piano sound is gentle, beautiful and fascinating, the dancing postures of several girls are also very charming.

The particularly comprehensible Jean, although she did not have a gorgeous dance dress, raised her hands and feet to float lightly. Even if she described it as "like a stunning geese, and like a dragon", it would not be an exaggeration.

The whole hall was watching it intoxicatedly, and suddenly a figure walked into the hall quietly and asked coldly: "Why are you holding a banquet and drinking, but you didn't invite me?"

The sound of the piano came to an abrupt end.

Several girls also stopped dancing.

Everyone's eyes were projected on the person coming at that moment.

He was a young man who looked only twenty-five or twenty-six years old, wearing a white robe, which looked very similar to the sleeved robe worn by the mage.

However, in this era, although there were white clothes, they were not too white.

This man's robe was snow-white and dust-free, and even the shoes on his feet were white.

His face is also very white, but his eyebrows and hair are black. When people see him, they will think of the four words "clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes".

Meng Hao also has a pretty face, but compared with this person, Meng Hao has more freedom and elegance.

But this person has a kind of nobleness and nobility.

It’s a pity that his arrogance destroys his nobleness, and at first sight, people will feel disgusted and alienated to him.

——At least Meng Hao will be as far away as he sees such a person, and he will never be willing to get too close to such a person.

But when Emperor Yao saw this man dressed in noble clothes and suddenly appeared in the hall quietly, he obviously would not be an ordinary person.

So Di Yao did not dare to be negligent at all, so he quickly stood up and asked, "I don't know who the guest is? Since he is here, please sit in the table!"

The man seemed to have not heard Di Yao speak, his eyes flashing, and he stared at Feng'e tightly.
Chapter completed!