Chapter 52 Strange Behavior of the Lishan School

All the disciples of Lanhai Sect know that the second generation of disciples are high-ranking figures. If they can be accepted as apprentices, it is really a supreme honor. Few Japanese soul people like to accept apprentices.

The silver-haired wind demon attracted the interest of Lian Zhu through the soul skills he inadvertently learned. Lianzhu could not accept the things of three generations of disciples for nothing. He simply gave the name of a disciple, and everyone was happy, but few outsiders knew that now at the critical moment of life and death, the silver-haired wind demon could not take care of anything.

Zhao Haoran hesitated a little, and Lu Yuanqing saw the opportunity and stimulated the soul power. In an instant, he reached more than ten feet away.

Lu Yuanqing regretted that he didn't get anything good this time but provoked a lifetime of coquettishness. In the future, there is no way to stay at the second level. Zhao Haoran's strength was far beyond his expectation. It is really terrible for people who have practiced for two years to reach this level.

I made up my mind to leave Lan Haizong early and find another way out. How can it be that an old man who has lived for hundreds of years without a few friends outside? A smart man like Lu Yuanqing knows what to do. He has always been used to bullying the weak, but he didn't expect to see it today.

"Haoran, don't let him run away." Feng Yang looked at Zhao Haoran anxiously. This road is not a good thing. It won't remember you if you let him leave. If he misses other people's things, he will always try to get it. No matter how strong Zhao Haoran is, there will be times when he miss it. It's not a good thing to be remembered.

Zhao Haoran warned the silver-haired wind demon and Hou Shan not to move around. The two were weak and had no other ideas.

Pinched a formula, and a burning palm appeared in front of Lu Yuanqing's eyes. With a gentle grasp, he held him tightly in the palm of his hand and could not move.

Lu Yuanqing felt that his soul power was bound to the body surface and could not use soul skills at all. Like a drowning person, he could not swim. No matter how much strength he was, it was futile. Lu Yuanqing blushed, "Zhao Haoran, you junior, let go of me quickly."

Zhao Haoran glanced at him and ignored him. Lu Yuanqing consciously had no hope of escaping and had lost his reason.

"I still want to slip under my eyes. I'm really looking for death." Zhao Haoran stared at the silver-haired wind demon and Hou Shan, clucked his fingers, and grabbed Lu Yuanqing's fiery palm and moved with Zhao Haoran's gesture.

"Ah, don't kill me. I'll give you all my magic weapons." Lu Yuanqing's body is getting more and more stressed. If it goes on like this, it won't take long for the palm of fire to pinch it into a meat pie.

At this time, he wanted to beg for mercy. Later, Zhao Haoran ignored it and continued to stimulate his soul power. Lu Yuanqing's shouting became smaller and smaller. The fire palm disappeared under Zhao Haoran's control. Several items fell in the air, but Lu Yuanqing's body was gone.

The silver-haired wind demon and Hou Shan couldn't help shivering. Feng Yang frowned and said nothing.

"Zhao... Brother Zhao, Uncle Zhao," the silver-haired wind demon's body was weak. Looking at Zhao Haoran, he didn't know what to call him. "That Hou Shan and Lu Yuanqing are the mastermind. I just passed by. Today, I'm going to go to the master's place. If there is nothing to do, I'll go first."

Hou Shanqi's eyes widened. If it hadn't been for the silver-haired wind demon patting his chest and saying that there was no problem, he would not have the courage to come and find Fengyang's trouble.

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose, "What did you see?"

The silver-haired wind demon opened his mouth and seemed to think of something again, "I have been practicing in the cave today, and I haven't seen anything."

Zhao Haoran looked at Hou Shan again, "I... I also practiced for a day.

Zhao Haoran waved his hand and turned around. The silver-haired wind demon and Hou Shan looked at each other, got up in surprise, and flew away in fear and ready to leave.

"Wait a minute." Zhao Haoran's words scared the silver-haired wind demon almost falling from mid-air.

"What else do you have to say?" The silver-haired wind demon stopped in a hurry for fear of what had just happened to Lu Yuanqing.

"It's not a big deal. Remember what I said today."

"It must be." Hou Shan and the silver-haired wind demon breathed a sigh of relief and left Fengshan one after another.

"Let's go, Haoran, go to my cave." Feng Yang's expression was not particularly happy. Zhao Haoran nodded and followed closely.

The Fengyang cave is made of a lot of pine wood, and you can smell a fragrance from afar. It seems that Fengyang still has high requirements for the residence, unlike other soul people. Just build a cabin casually.

"Brother Feng," Zhao Haoran saw that Feng Yang didn't mean to speak first, so he simply asked the question in his heart, "What magic weapon did you get? Do they want to treat you like this?"

Feng Yang's face showed a struggling look. Zhao Haoran thought he didn't want to say, "Brother Feng, I'm just curious. If you don't want to say it, just forget it."

Feng Yang smashed the porcelain bowl beside him, "Haoran, you misunderstood. I'm just a little sad, because a magic weapon has killed many people. I thought it would be over when I returned to the sect, but I didn't think that Lu Yuanqing would also die here."

Zhao Haoran was very calm, "He took his own fault, and I don't want to attack my brothers. Hou Shan and I hesitated for a long time and decided to let them go, hoping not to make trouble again in the future, otherwise there would be such a good thing."

Feng Yang snorted without saying anything, and Zhao Haoran didn't care. Everyone's behavior and way of doing things were different. It was not Zhao Haoran's intention to decide other people's lives with his own will, but it would bring more trouble if he came to his door to solve it.

As for the silver-haired wind demon Zhao Haoran, he is indeed a little afraid of Lianzhu. If he can avoid conflicts, try to avoid it. Lian Ruoqian's death is his own suffering, but who can stand up and testify for Zhao Haoran? I'm afraid few people are willing to do it to offend a Japanese soul for a month of soul.

"The magic weapon I got is a portrait. I don't know what era it has passed down. When practicing, sitting on the portrait can increase the speed of absorbing the aura of heaven and earth several times."

Zhao Haoran can't help but be a little moved. What does this mean? The speed of your practice is equivalent to the speed of others' practice for several days. The time is not obvious if it is short, but it will be different after a long time. A hundred years is equivalent to hundreds of years of time for others. People with the same talent must have great differences in cultivation. Distance.

Zhao Haoran was a little puzzled, "Brother Feng, how can you lose such a good baby?"

Feng Yang's bitter face, "If it hadn't been for your question, I didn't want to say it. This trip to Vatican was dominated by me. I didn't expect that Lishan was actually a Japanese soul. Under his obstruction, he changed the venue of this 100-old event. Our Lanhai Sect has no temper at all."

Zhao Haoran thought for a long time, but he couldn't figure out why. He didn't understand what the Lishan School thought and how it would be good for them to hold a hundred-old comparison in Brahma.

Feng Yang began to say again, "I don't know what's going on. I met the robber on the way back to the sect, and the robber's strength was beyond my imagination. He defeated several of us three times and took the magic weapon directly from my arms. Later, I thought about it. There should be no one else except the Lishan faction."

"Maybe it was the hand of Brahma." Zhao Haoran said casually.

Feng Yang shook his head and said, "You don't know the soul method of the Brahma sect. The aura fluctuations brought by them when they perform soul skills are completely different from those of the four major sects. Only Lishan sent a Japanese soul person to the various sects to Vatican. I wonder who said it."

Zhao Haoran patted Fengyang's shoulder and said, "Brother Feng, it doesn't matter if it's over. Whoever takes it will have to spit it out." However, I felt even more uneasy. The behavior of the Lishan faction this time was really strange. The centennial comparison is indeed a big event, but it is usually carried out by junior disciples who are not very high-generation to carry out tasks such as negotiations.

Just after a collision with the Lishan School, their behavior began to become strange. Maybe this matter also has something to do with themselves. It seems that this centenary comparison will not be too calm.