Chapter 53 Sitting

Feng Yang barely showed a smile, "I hope so."

The willow catkins flew all over the sky, and Hongming looked blankly at the front. He remembered that he had to help the Dilin beast evolve once every year. Now only the half-dead body lies in the ice. The ancestor of Lishan has always been in a state of isolation, and he doesn't know what he is understanding. The master's realm of cultivation, no It's imaginable that the ancestors of Lishan can only hope that there is a way to save the earth beast.

Five deep traces were left on the willow tree. The later realm of the March soul seems to have become an insurmountable cage. No matter how hard you try, you can't break free. With the passage of time, Hongming's hatred for Zhao Haoran has not diminished, but became stronger.

"Master." Hongming turned around and bowed respectfully.

Tenglong seemed to have encountered something happy, and the expression on his face was very happy. "Hongming, come on, take it. This magic weapon can speed up the absorption of the aura of heaven and earth. It is definitely a rare spiritual weapon."

Hongming's eyes lit up. This spiritual weapon is really rare. Generally, soul people can barely be regarded as a group of magic weapons, and better ones become treasure weapons, and spiritual weapons are very rare. Except for those ancient magic weapons, spiritual weapons should be regarded as the strongest magic weapons.

The power of the spiritual weapon is also in its accompanying soul art. Obviously, the ability attached to speed up cultivation of this calligraphy-like spiritual weapon in front of us is already unbelievable.

Hongming's finger just touched the drawing shaft, but it shrank back. Tenglong was puzzled, "Hongming, what's wrong?" Tenglong loves this most talented disciple. Such a spiritual weapon is particularly useful to him, but he still decided to give it to Hongming.

"Master, my disciple is incompetent. I'm afraid that the late stage of this March soul can no longer be broken through." Hongming knelt to the ground and his heart was full of unwillingness.

"What silly words," Teng Long helped Hongming up. "I went to Brahma this time, and I have set a century-old place in the Vatican. As long as the soul person you said dares to appear, he is definitely not likely to escape."

Hongming was silent, but still took over the magic weapon.

In fact, Tenglong (Harmonious) didn't get any news at all. He just wanted to test whether this group of people had the person described by Hongming. He pretended to be a robber and accidentally found the abnormal aura fluctuation in Feng Yang's arms and grabbed it, which was also in line with his name of the robber.

He really worked hard for this apprentice. Hongming entered the sect at the age of ten and has always been taught by Teng Long. Looking at Hongming grow up step by step, Tenglong was also very happy. This time, Hongming met an unprecedented enemy. The magic barrier in his heart was in his heart and it was difficult to make progress. He had no choice but to come up with such a solution. , it is likely to cause shocking trouble in the Blue Sea Sect.

The Blue Sea Sect is not as weak as it seems, and it is absolutely not in vain to occupy the first sect.

Whappable or not, let's see the hundred-year-old big comparison a month later. Tenglong grabbed Hongming's arm and said, "Be well prepared. Let's set out for Vatican in a few days."

There was a drizzle on the sky peninsula of Lanhai Sect, and the fragrance of wisteria flowers permeated the whole mountain. Haiya jumped happily among the flowers and occasionally lay on the flowers and sniffed carefully.

"Uncle Zhao. Uncle Hai, didn't bother you two?" Ma Yun stood dozens of steps away, arched his hand, and was very humble.

Zhao Haoran smiled and said, "Ma Yun, come and sit down. I heard that you have become a deacon supervisor. Have you been very busy recently?"

"I dare not, Uncle Zhao laughed. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid it would be my turn to be the position of deacon." Ma Yun looked at Zhao Haoran gratefully.

This deacon is a fat man. After all, there are only a few people who can be promoted to three generations of disciples. Most people are struggling with the cultivation of the star soul. There is no good elixir, no decent magic weapon, and it is even more difficult to break through.

The deacon is not very big, but responsible for the arrangement of the practice residence of the fourth generation of disciples, guarding the mountain gate and some other messy problems, but the difference in the cultivation land is big. For example, Zhao Haoran lived in the place where the first floor was weak in aura, and many fourth generation disciples broke through in order to break through as soon as possible. The head wants to move to a place with a lot of aura.

Jack Ma can benefit greatly from it and is easier to break through.

Originally, it was not his turn for such a good thing, but Zhao Haoran saw that he was good and said a few words for him, and this job was given to Ma Yun.

"Uncle Zhao and Uncle Hai, I won't sit down. Master Hai Fengtao asked you two to go to the Yangxin Hall, as if it has something to do with a hundred years."

"Oh, I see. You go first. We'll be there later."

Ma Yun arched his hand with a smile and left the cabin.

Haiya whispered, "Why do people bother you every time? It's really annoying."

Ah? What's the matter, Sister Hai?"

"I want you to take care of it." Haiya pouted dissatisfiedly, "Let's go, don't waste time."

Zhao Haoran was inexplicably choked, but he was not angry. Haiya's temper was like this. He never spoke too much and didn't care about the other party's thoughts, but there was no bad intentions.

Every time I came to the Yangxin Hall, I felt different. I remember that when I came here for the first time, I was responsible for cleaning the hall. I only felt that the building was magnificent and magnificent. The second time I saw it was the hidden arsenal under the hall. I was extremely surprised, but this time there was a completely different understanding. This hall is like a living thing, full of With the sense of vicissitudes, there are endless words to tell.

"Do you feel it too?" Hai Fengtao's voice reached Zhao Haoran's ear, interrupting his thoughts.

Zhao Haoran nodded.

Hai Fengtao smiled slightly, "Yes, it's very good. Many of our ancestors have sat here, which is naturally different from other places. When I come here, my heart is full of longing. Without the exploration of my predecessors, today's disciples of the Blue Sea Sect will not be so easy to practice."

Zhao Haoran looked carefully again. He didn't expect that the Yangxin Hall would have such a role. The life expectancy of the soul is not endless. Generally speaking, the moon soul has a life expectancy of about 500 years, while the Japanese soul has a life expectancy of thousands of years, but no matter how long it is, there will be a day when it comes to an end. The cultivation cannot be broken through. Naturally, he sat down and died, and there was nothing he could do.

The soul goes against the sky, but still has to follow the law between heaven and earth. It seems contradictory but it really exists.

Purple came into sight, and Lei Teng, who was defeated by Zhao Haoran, also came to the hall. It seemed that he had just broken through to the realm of the January soul. The thunder moon soul can only be described as powerful.

Seeing Zhao Haoran, Lei Teng came straight over, "Brother Zhao, I haven't seen you for a long time. It's a pity that I can't find anyone to compete with you."

Lei Teng speaks and do things freely. Zhao Haoran has always had a good impression of her. He held his fist and arched his hand. "I'm really ashamed to have been practicing in isolation all the time."

Lei Teng looked bitterly, "I heard that you have not been as good as the January Soul Man, and you have been closed for so long, don't you mean that I have no chance at all?"

Zhao Haoran laughed at Lei's statement, "Thunder soul people break through difficulties, but they are a little stronger than those of the same level."

"What are you talking about?" I don't know when Otu came over and was caught between the two.

"Discuss and discuss the problem of competition."

"What about competition?" Otu's eyes lit up, "Lei Teng, why don't we compete now? I haven't done it for a long time, and I'm a little itchy."

"Brother Ou, let's change the time," Zhao Haoran smiled bitterly. "It's not convenient to do it in the Yangxin Hall."

Otu patted his forehead and said, "I'm just talking about it. It's more tiring to compete with each other. It's better to eat something cost-effective. I don't know if there is any delicious food in Brah. You must try it."

A person came in at the door of the Yangxin Hall. To be precise, she was an extremely beautiful woman. Her hair fell to her waist and her figure was long. Under her tall nose was a small cherry mouth, rosy and shiny, her eyes were indifferent. She didn't care about other people's eyes at all. Zhao Haoran was not attracted by her beauty, but her body. The breath on it is too cold, much colder than the ice-coated soul people I have seen in the past.

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