Chapter 3 Accident

The old man in white was accidentally found by Zhao Haoran when he went up the mountain to cut firewood. He was covered with blood. Zhao Haoran carried the old man in white without thinking about it. When he heard that the people in the village also cared about it, they took turns to take care of him. The only Langzhong was Uncle Wang, the steward of the villa, who picked a lot of herbs and came back from the death line. Pull it back.

In a month, horse thieves were recruited. The people in the village are simple-minded. These horse thieves are bad people, so they must be good people who want to deal with and refuse to say anything.

The neat arrows are concentrated in one position, and the sound of breaking the air keeps ringing. If the beard does not give an order, they will not stop until the arrows are used up.

The old man in white kept coughing, as if he would fall down at any time.

Gently jumped over the head of the villa, and his hands flicked, emitting a little silver light. He disappeared into the body of the mountain thief and screamed one after another. Most of the mountain thief was killed by the old man in white.

He laughed with a beard, as if the dead had nothing to do with him. "Sura in white, hand over something, and I can spare your life."

Shura in white glanced at his beard. Zhao Haoran, who was standing not far away, felt a chill. From head to toe, it was just like that when he stood in the snow in winter. His beard had a chill, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes. He took out a black ball from his arms and lost it towards Shura in white. The past.

The loud noise made Zhao Haoran's ears numb. Just now, a big pit appeared in the position where Shura in white stood, but the person disappeared.

Before I could figure out what was going on, I felt the back of my head bright, and then I lost consciousness and fell forever.

Zhao Haoran ran over excitedly, "Thank you for saving my life."

The white-clothed Shura did not say anything, but waved his sleeves to the place where the people in the village gathered. In an instant, all the people were frozen into ice sculptures, and even Uncle Wang hanging from the tree did not let go.

The expressions of the people in the villa froze at this moment, and most people still don't understand why things changed so fast. The white-clothed Shura, who had just saved their lives, became the murderer who killed them in a blink of an eye.

Running over in a hurry, Zhao Haoran hit the ice with all his strength, but there was no response, not even a trace of crack.

"Hurry up, save them, sir, please help them. You can let me be a cow or a horse in the future, please." Zhao Haoran could only ask Shura in white, but unfortunately Shura in white has made up his mind to kill.

frowned, and Baiyi Shura said coldly, "The cold air has entered the body. It's all dead. Even if the immortals come, they can't be saved."

Zhaoran didn't understand. He punched him hard. Baiyi Shura's body was harder than ice. "People in the village are your benefactors. Why did you kill them?"

"They are all alive. In case my situation is exposed and found by the enemy, it will be very troublesome. What's more, I didn't leave your life. Follow me as a servant in the future to ensure that you don't have to worry about food and clothing, and you won't be bullied by others. What Shura in white took it for granted.

Zhao Haoran kept hitting Baiyi Shura with his fist. He didn't know that he was tired at all, and he didn't care about the wound in his hand. It was really unacceptable. He thought that the appearance of Baiyi Shura would solve this crisis, but he didn't expect that he was more ferocious than those horse thieves without hesitation. He killed everyone with a wave of his hand.

"Enough." Bai Yishuluo restrained Zhao Haoran, and a chill poured into Zhao Haoran's body. He couldn't move, "Come with me."

Zhao Haoran shouted angrily, and the power of the snake beads slowly revived, breaking the prohibition of the white-clothed Shura, but in the face of him, Zhao Haoran still had no resistance at all.

"Hahaha, old man in white, I didn't expect you to hide in this villa to bully a child. It's really getting more and more promising." A loud laugh that did not know the direction came, and the expression of the white-dressed Shura for ten thousand years also showed a trace of panic.

Damn it, Sima Feng came over. It seems that this time he is really inescapable.

White-clad Shura slapped Zhao Haoran on the head, and Zhao Haoran fainted on the ground.

Sura in white carefully took out a ring from his arms and put it on Zhao Haoran's finger. Strangely, the ring disappeared after wearing it.

After doing all this, Shura in white flicked his legs and flew into the distance. He didn't know where to escape.

"Uncle, in the middle of the night, who dares to be wild near our Lanhai Sect? Is the teacher Zu Duoduo?" A lazy voice came not far away, which seemed particularly impatient.

"Little slippery, punish you to patrol the mountain, do you still want to be lazy? Although our Bihai Sect is known as the strongest in the mainland, in fact, there are still many sects with comparable strength. The explosion is so strong that it is very likely to be the thunder of the Lishan School. After a pause, the other party said softly, "Why is there still a bloody smell? Come with me."

I saw two people in blue gowns coming over. One of them was a little younger, about 17 or 18 years old, looking curiously at everything around him. The other was a middle-aged man, frowning and walking towards the place where the body was parked.

The young man was a little frightened to see the body and grabbed the middle-aged man's clothes. "Uncle, uncle, I think we'd better go somewhere else. It's not fun here."

The middle-aged man frowned, "You are also afraid. Don't be nervous. I see that there seems to be a living atmosphere here."

"Little brother, little brother, wake up." Zhao Haoran opened his eyes and looked at the two warily.

saw the bodies around him again. Zhao Haoran was heartbroken. He didn't expect that his kind idea would kill the whole village. I really hope he had a nightmare. After waking up, Uncle Wang and the others still greeted him with a smile.

Feng Yang smiled gently, "Little brother, my name is Feng Yang. I'm a disciple of the Bihai Sect nearby. I'm not a bad person. This is my nephew Ou Tu next to me. What's going on here?"

Zhao Haoran settled down a little. It seemed that the two of them were not like robbers and bandits. They didn't know how to open their mouths for a while. They could only stare at the Zhuangmin who had become ice sculptures. Feng Yang sighed, "It should be the master of the peak of the soul in a month, otherwise it would be impossible to practice the cold soul power to this. Degree, I really don't know why to do it to ordinary people.

"Moon Soul?" Zhao Haoran suddenly said doubtfully.

Seeing Zhao Haoran's opening mouth, Feng Yang answered patiently, "The martial soul that can stimulate the body can become a one-star soul. With the improvement of your power, you can become a nine-star soul, and if you continue to break through, you can become a moon soul. Up there are February soul, March soul, and sun soul, but these distances You are too far away, and you will know it gradually."

Zhao Haoran looked at his good friends and relatives who had helped him. I want revenge and I want to become a strong man. This is Zhao Haoran's only idea now. Shura in white, the Lishan faction, and the obscene men I haven't met this time. Sooner or later, I will kill them in person.

"Can I become a soul person?" Zhao Haoran looked at Fengyang with firm eyes.

Feng Yang seemed to be a little hesitant. After thinking about it, he nodded and agreed, "Let's go to Lanhaizong with me."

A teenager can't survive in troubled times.

It is not a simple thing to become a soul person. Many people have not succeeded in stimulating the martial soul in their lives, which is also the reason for his hesitation.

With the help of Feng Yang, all the dead in the villa were buried, and those horse thieves were burned to ashes by a fire, and there was nothing to miss.

Feng Yang smiled and said, "Haoran, grab the corner of my clothes, and Lan Haizong has arrived."

Zhao Haoran came to his senses and engraved the enemy's appearance deeply all the way. He learned from Ou Tu and grabbed the corner of Fengyang's clothes on the other side. At the same time, the three people flew up lightly.

Zhao Haoran looked at the ground farther and farther away before he believed that he was indeed flying in the sky and fell on an island in mid-air for a long time.

The whole island was shrouded in white fog, and I couldn't see how big it was. As soon as he landed, Zhao Haoran saw a huge stone beside the road, with three big characters "Blue Sea Sect", and he couldn't say what the font was. Zhao Haoran also went to private school for several years. The teacher was a famous figure for him. The requirements are very strict. Zhao Haoran learns very seriously and writes well. His husband, who usually rarely praises others, praises him.

It's far worse than the few words in front of him. Zhao Haoran felt that what he saw was not words, but a vast ocean.

Feng Yang explained with a smile: "These words were written by Hailan, the ancestor of Lanhai Sect, which is also the origin of our name."

Zhao Haoran followed Feng Yang closely and found that this uncle was very popular. Most of his disciples took the initiative to say hello, and Feng Yang also kept responding with a smile.

There are hundreds of stairs in front of the gate of Bihaizong. There are many people coming and going, but they are all walking up and down. No one uses the way of flying. Maybe it is to show respect, Zhao Haoran secretly guessed.

In front of the mountain gate, there are also two disciples of Bihaizong wearing blue shirts, which are the same as Otu's. Although they are all blue shirts, there are still some differences. Behind the windy blue shirt is an unknown beast, a dragon and tiger body, which is very strange, but behind Oto there is nothing.

"Good job, Uncle Feng." The two greeted each other with one voice, and Feng Yang nodded, but took them in.

When Bihaizong entered the door, he saw a huge palace with the words "Yangxin Hall", and the "Bihai Sect" outside the mountain gate should be written by a person. Feng Yang took them around the Yangxin Hall. Behind them were rows of relatively small palaces, all of green bricks and red tiles, extraordinary, some of which were written "Danfang", and some There are about a dozen people written "Law Enforcement Hall".

Zhao Haoran can't write down all of them and continue to walk in. There is a small house in the innermost corner, which looks very inconspicuous.

Fengyang walked over without hesitation, "Otu, go back to practice. It's your business next." Otu said oh and left alone.

Zhaoran followed into the small house and found that there was a hole in it. From the outside, it was only about one foot high. After entering, he found that it was far more than these. He roughly estimated that it was more than ten feet high. I really don't know how this small house was built.

"Brother Feng, have you brought a new disciple here?" The speaker is a fat middle-aged man.

Feng Yang smiled and said, "Brother Ren, this is definitely a good seedling. Cultivate him well. You may need him for a hundred years."

Ren Shibu took a look and said, "Brother Feng, don't embarrass me. I think his qualifications seem to be very ordinary. In this way, I will let him enter and clean the heart hall in the future. If he can become a soul man, of course, he can become a formal disciple of the Blue Sea Sect."

Fengyang is a little hesitant. This condition seems to be a little inappropriate. Usually, these things are done by outside disciples. The disciples who really join the inner door never need to do these. I'm afraid that Zhao Haoran will be laughed at in the future. This is not his purpose of recruiting Zhao Haoran.

"Uncle Feng and Uncle Ren, I do." Zhao Haoran took the initiative to say that it was just to clean the hall? It's not a big deal. There is nothing to hesitate at all. The purpose is to come to practice and become a strong man.

Ren Shibu is also very happy, "Okay, okay, from today on, you are the fourth generation disciple of Bihai Sect. Later, I will ask you to take you to your own room, right in the back mountain. From now on, you need to get up early every morning. When you become a soul man, you naturally don't need to do this."

"In that case, I won't bother you. Haoran, if you need anything, you can come to me. I will live on the top of Fengshan Mountain on the second floor."

Zhao Haoran didn't ask much, "Thank you, Uncle Feng."

Feng Yang patted Zhao Haoran on the shoulder, "Work hard and don't care about other people's eyes." After saying that, he left alone.

Ren Shi took out a blue gown from the wooden cabinet next to him, handed it over to Zhang Haoran, and sent a thin man to take him to the back mountain.

"Brother Wang, I don't know how many stars you are." During the conversation, Zhao Haoran knew the thin man's surname Wang and couldn't help but be a little curious and asked casually.

Wang Yang was a little ashamed, "Fifty years, I'm still a nine-star soul. It seems that there is no hope of breakthrough in this life."

Zhao Haoran is a little strange, "Isn't the next step the Moon Soul? You are already a nine-star soul, and it should be very soon.

Wang Yang was teased by Zhao Haoran and laughed, "Brother Zhao, you have just started, and you may not understand some things. Although it is only one step away, it is a world of difference. If I can break through to become a moon soul, I can be promoted to three generations of disciples."

Wang Yang continued: "There are still many people like me in Lanhaizong. A nine-star soul has a life expectancy of only more than 100 years. If you can't break through, you can only die because of your life expectancy."