Chapter 41 Blood Deed

The clothing color of the Lishan School is different, but it has a common feature. There is a continuous mountain behind it. It is really Lishan, where their sect is located. Lishan is about 1,000 kilometers northwest of Shigang City, and it is said that it has sufficient aura, compared with the high-altitude island where the Blue Sea Sect is located. It should be a little stronger.

Generally speaking, there is no rule that disciples of various sects must wear their own clothes when they go out. It all depends on personal preferences. However, the disciples of the seven sects also have certain advantages in wearing their own clothes, and ordinary souls will give more.

Looking at the people behind, the three disciples of the Lishan School did not panic. Among them, the strongest was a middle-aged man. In January, he stood in the middle, and the two next to him were nine-star souls. Such strength was relatively good. No wonder several people were fearless.

The middle-aged man hung a red gourd around his waist and hung jade ears, looking like he was afraid that others would not know his magic weapon was powerful. "Little brother, where did you come from? You can't control the matter here."

Haiya was so anxious that she was about to cry. She didn't expect to encounter trouble in taking a shower. Suddenly, three men came out of nowhere and picked up her clothes directly and kept flirting with her by the lake. What's more, the middle-aged man actually put her close-fitting clothes under his nose and smelled them. The look of intoxication.

After all, Haiya is a girl. She can only hide in the lake and dare not go out. She can only keep scolding the three people, but the three people don't care at all. They smile and don't leave. Haiya has no choice but to shout loudly.

Zhao Haoran had a cold face. Why is the Lishan faction full of such shameless people? "What if I don't leave?"

The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Haoran carefully. He was young and should not be more than 20 years old, but he could not see through his strength and did not think about it. He automatically attributed this situation to Zhao Haoran using any hidden magic weapon, but he did not think that the other party was stronger than him.

"Liu'er, get rid of him. I'll let you taste this little girl first." The middle-aged man touched his chin and commanded another Lishan disciple next to him.

Liu'er did not hesitate to perform the soul skill, but it was a low-level soul skill such as the "sea of fire". Zhao Haoran did not move at all. The energy of the sea of fire was collected and disappeared in an instant.

Looking at Zhao Haoran blocking his sea of fire with a motionless look, the nine-star soul man named Liuer was obviously angry, but his strength was not a little less than Zhao Haoran. A huge meteorite fell down without even making a sound, and turned into flying dust all over the sky.

"Fire Dragon Binding"

Zhao Haoran saw that he did not have any strange magic weapons, so he lost interest. Most of the soul people are still very ordinary. After all, good magic weapons and soul methods are reserved for elite disciples of the sect, and ordinary disciples have no access to enjoy at all.

The middle-aged man was shocked and hurriedly dodged, but his two same door suffered. More than a dozen apertures were put on it. The two did not even have time to react, and they were burned to death. The body of the soul is still very weak. Without the protection of soul art, the burning effect of the fire dragon is not resisted by two star souls. Of.

"You, if you dare to kill my disciples of the Lishan School, our teacher will definitely not let you go."

The middle-aged man retreated as he said, and he didn't know when the clothes in his hand were thrown aside. Obviously, he could see that Zhao Haoran's strength was not what he could compete with. He thought about bad luck and didn't know how to explain to his master.

This time he went to Shigang City to investigate. The middle-aged man's name is San'er. They are all apprentices of Tenglong, the second disciple of Lishan's ancestor. The woman surnamed Kang is Longxiang's servant. Originally, a servant died, but the relationship with Long Xiang is unusual. Occasionally, when Long Xiang is interested, he will call him a woman surnamed Kang. Sleeping.

can be regarded as an unnamed concubine, but the concubine of the Japanese soul can't die for no reason. Tenglong is very angry. I don't know who dares to provoke him.

Tenglong told his most trusted disciple Hongming about this matter. Hongming's cultivation is also at the peak, and he is only one step away from reaching the realm of the Japanese soul. Now he is really busy and practicing. He doesn't think it's a big deal, so he sent his three apprentices to investigate. Unexpectedly, he met Haiya here, and he turned out to be lustful. , the cultivation of the soul in January is also good.

But San'er, Si'er and Liu'er didn't think there was any big problem, but they met a cultivation monster like Zhao Haoran, which could not be seen from common sense.

He was withdrawn. Although San'er's name was vulgar, he was clever and strange, which also made Hong Ming happy. His cultivation was not bad, and he could also occupy a place in the Lishan School.

San'er took out several "sky thunder" in his hand and threw them in the direction of Zhao Haoran.

Zhao Haoran is very clear about the power of thunder. With his current physical strength, it will not be a big problem if he resists hard, but he will definitely suffer minor injuries. As soon as his body retreats, he wants to avoid it.

There was no earth-shaking sound, "poof" was like farting. These "sky thunder" emitted stench gas, and there was a large amount of white fog, and the effect of separating the divine consciousness, Zhao Hao frowned and was fooled.

You can't let him run away. Zhao Haoran threw his clothes by the lake. "Sister Hai, wait a minute and wait for me to chase him."

"Be careful." Haiya said softly.

Zhao Haoran nodded and drove the hot wheel. San'er's speed was not particularly prominent. Soon his consciousness locked him and chased him very quickly.

San'er also sensed Zhao Haoran's consciousness and cried secretly. Unexpectedly, this young man looked inconspicuous, but his strength was so strong that he racked his brains, but he couldn't think of a way to escape. He simply stayed in place and did not move.

Zhao Haoran was a little strange, but he still caught up with him without stopping.

San'er arched his hand and said, "Senior, I'm still the apprentice of Master Longxiang of Lishan. Can you let it go next time? I'm sure no one will reveal my brother's affairs."

Zhao Haoran didn't want to listen to his explanation at all. He sacrificed the Yang Lun and wanted to kill him on the spot to avoid any future trouble.

"Senior, senior, don't do it. I can sign a blood contract with you." San'er was so scared that his head kept sweating.

Bloodqi? Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose, as if he had heard that this is a contract that can only be concluded by a soul person. The effect is that the name of the person who is signed the blood deed is in the hands of his master. As long as one idea, he will disappear, and there is absolutely no other possibility.

"Okay, since you are willing to make a blood contract, I will trust you once."

San'er's face began to look in pain, and then a glass ball-sized blood bead slowly appeared on her forehead, slowly flowing to Zhao Haoran's chest.

Zhao Haoran closed his eyes and felt that there was an extra line between him and San'er. With just a gentle pinch, the line would break into two pieces, and the other party would directly disappear in the air and leave nothing. This feeling is really wonderful.

San'er stood aside silently and dared not speak, "Bad boy, kill him quickly, or there will be big trouble."

Zhao Haoran heard Gongyang Chen's words and did not hesitate to touch the silk thread, and San'er disappeared into the world forever. "Senior Gongyang Chen, what happened?"

"Don't ask, you go quickly. I'll tell you slowly as soon as you can."

Zhao Haoran set up a hot wheel. He absolutely believes in Gong Yangchen. Although the old man is a little arrogant and talkative, he has no bad thoughts on him. Since he first met him, he has been helping Zhao Haoran.

"You are really careless." Ram Chen sighed, "You didn't notice the boy's abnormality? There is clearly another divine consciousness above his martial soul, which has signed a blood deed with you. The owner of that spiritual power will immediately find your specific position and can't run away at that time. I guess the owner of that divine consciousness must be extraordinary in strength, otherwise the little guy named San'er will not allow him to do so.

(It's a little urgent, but the meaning has been expressed, (~o~)~zZ welcome to pick!)