Chapter 40 Ice Sword Space

"Go," Haiya pulled Zhao Haoran's arm and walked towards the crowded street.

"Where are you going, sister?"

"What to do with so many questions, just follow me." Zhao Haoran could only trot along Haiya's footsteps and came to the place where the old fortune teller set up a stall.

Except for a few pieces of yellow paper, the white-haired old man and his granddaughter have long disappeared. Haiya explored it with her mind and found that there were no two people nearby. She was a little depressed. "I wanted to help you ask if there was a solution. This time it was over, and the people were gone."

Zhao Haoran smiled and said, "Sister Hai, I remember that my master once told me that cultivation is to change my life against the sky, so why should we believe in numerology?"

Haiya shook her head, "That's what I said, but I have to believe these things."

"Let's go, Sister Hai, Huizong. It's not a short time to come out. If it drag on, I'm afraid Uncle Hai will be anxious."

Haiya's eyes showed a struggling look. She was silent for a long time and nodded obediently. What Zhao Haoran said was also true. According to the original plan, half a month was enough to go back and forth. It was almost a month. It was strange that Hai Fengtao was not worried.

Zhao Haoran drives the hot wheel, and his speed is extremely fast. At this speed, I'm afraid it won't take a day to return to Lanhaizong.

However, the soul power of the February soul is not endless. Zhao Haoran's wind and fire wheel consumed a lot for half a day. Zhao Haoran's soul power consumed about 70%. If he continues to march, it can no longer guarantee safety. Falling to the ground, it is a huge lake.

The winter in the mountains and forests is not particularly cold. Haiya tried the water temperature, and her little face was red. It seemed that she had already forgotten the fortune-telling of the white-haired old man. "Brother Zhao, go somewhere else for a while. I want to take a shower."

Zhao Haoran pointed to a small hill not far away, "Well, I'll take a rest there for a while. Sister Hai, call me directly if you need anything."

Haiya nodded and was still a little worried. "Don't peek with your divine consciousness."

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose and thought to himself, is it possible that I am so unbearable? Walking aside silently, Haiya also found Zhao Haoran's displeasure, but she didn't know how to speak, so she could only stamp her feet, turn around and stop looking at Zhao Haoran.

"Hey, boy, you don't have the demeanor of me back then." Gong Yangchen didn't know why he was free, and his voice appeared in Zhao Haoran's mind.

"Senior Ram Chen, what do you mean?" Zhao Haoran frowned and didn't quite understand.

"The little girl obviously has a good impression on you, but it's a pity that you don't know it. It's really touching. If it were me, she would have been glued with her."

Zhao Haoran sighed, "Senior Gongyang Chen, she is the only daughter of my uncle. She is precious and good. I'm just a stinky boy who ran out of the mountains and forests. Although the speed of practice is good now, her parents are far from her. There is no comparison at all. How can they like me?"

"What a bastard. I won't tell you. Think about it yourself. I'm so angry." Gong Yangchen angrily fell into silence again, and no matter how much Zhao Haoran shouted, he couldn't come out.

Zhao Haoran thought for a moment. From the first time he saw Haiya, he had an inexplicable sense of intimacy. At that time, he did not know that she was the daughter of Hai Fengtao. Later, after the trip to Broken Soul Mountain, Haiya often came to him, but he had been busy practicing and wanted to revenge. I cared about her thoughts.

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose. I really don't know why he was confused when he thought of Haiya.

He took out the ice sword from the jade lion. Zhao Haoran looked carefully and found that the ice sword seemed to be different from before. Although it was still the cold breath of the past, it was much more restrained. There was no sense of piercing in his hand for the first time, and he did not know whether the changes were good or bad.

Since the ram doesn't talk, let's take a look.

Zhao Haoran separated a wisp of divine consciousness and spread along the hilt of the ice sword. At the beginning, the ice sword still had a feeling of rejection, but it seemed that Gong Yang Chen's controllable, and the resistance slowly disappeared, so that Zhao Haoran could smoothly penetrate the divine consciousness into the ice sword.

Inside is a space that can't be seen at a glance. In his eyes is a world of ice and snow. The cold wind keeps blowing and continues to walk forward, but it becomes a sea of fire. It blends with the world of ice and snow, regardless of each other. Zhao Haoran is a little surprised and doesn't understand how this aura can get along peacefully.

After the sea of fire, it turned into a yellow land, full of vitality and all kinds of strange flowers and plants. However, Zhao Haoran felt that these flowers and plants were not really real things, but were formed by some owners of the ice sword who ingested the aura of heaven and earth into the sword.

The more he looked at it, the more shocked he became. Zhao Haoran secretly specposed about Gong Yangchen's strength. Every time he asked him, he was vague. He always said that he would know in the future. Zhao Haoran did not ask much about how much energy it would be to compress such a large amount of complex aura of heaven and earth in a narrow space.

I'm afraid that the strength of Hai Fengtao and Song Wei is definitely not good. The earthy yellow earth is boundless, and even the speed of consciousness can take a long time to see the edge.

At the end of the earth is a cliff. The strong wind makes Zhao Haoran's consciousness unable to move forward, and he doesn't know what is in front of him. The result of the forced progress must be that the consciousness is blown away.

"Bad boy, how's it going? I've put a lot of effort into the cold sword. In addition to controlling the jade lion in the Broken Soul Hall, I spend the most time thinking about this thing."

Zhao Haoran looked up and saw that the huge and indescribable martial soul stood high in the sky and did not move at all under the blowing of the wind. Can this object be regarded as a martial soul?

Zhao Haoran's heart is full of doubts. Ordinary people's martial soul is only a few inches in size and stays in his body. This huge martial soul is as tall as a dozen adult men. If it hadn't been for the same as the ordinary martial soul and emitted fluctuations of soul power, Zhao Haoran really dared not be sure of his cognition. .

"Don't be surprised. This is my martial soul. I can't understand it with your strength, but you can use this ice sword in the future. All the auras in it are slowly collected by me outside the sky. When I perform the soul art, I can definitely greatly enhance my power."

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose. Gong Yangchen was really a strange person. Thinking that it was very difficult to communicate with the aura of the outland when he used Brahma God Fire, he didn't expect that he could collect the aura outside world into a sword body.

"Senior Gongyang Chen, my use of the ice sword will not have any bad impact on you, will I?"

Gong Yang Chen laughed and said, "You stinky boy has a conscience. Don't worry, I'm usually in a sleeping state, accumulating strength. When you have a deep cultivation, you can reshape a body for me, and then I can see the sun again."

"What kind of strength do you need? Three-day soul?" Zhao Haoran couldn't help saying the doubts in his heart.

"What you know is too limited. Go out and I'll let you know when you are strong enough."

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose. Maybe his strength was really poor. He thought that the Japanese soul was already the peak of the world, but listening to Gong Yang Chen's tone seemed to be nothing.

"Fire"

Zhao Haoran meditated in his heart that the ice sword changed, with a ball of flames around it. Others knew at a glance that it was not ordinary. This was a troublesome thing, but with the guarantee of strength, he was not afraid of other people's ideas.

"Who are you? Give me back my clothes." Hearing Haiya's shouting, Zhao Haoran was anxious and hurriedly put away the cold sword. He made a big leap, and the distance was more than ten feet.

Zhao Haoran's hill is less than one mile away from the lake where Haiya bathed. After a moment, he rushed over. Three men in uniform clothes stood on the shore, holding Haiya's clothes in their hands, with joking faces.

Disciples of the Lishan School? Zhao Haoran frowned and didn't know how they got to this place.