Chapter 101 Peace

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"Pa" Emperor Shitian crushed the teacup in his hand and completely lost his previous reason. "Datal, it's actually fake. The second old Xuanmo, thank you for your hard work. Go to the neighborhood to find it for me. Zhao Haoran must be found. He has a soul ring on his body and can't let him run away. I don't know who he can actually be on me. It's really unimaginable to save this person under his nose.

The two old men in light red sabers beside him nodded slightly and left the room.

This 100-year-old comparison can be said to be full of accidents. First, Yundaozong was forced to withdraw, and then there was a demon cultivation in the Lishan School. Finally, Zhao Haoran, known as the first person in the Blue Sea Sect in a hundred years, turned out to be a dark soul spy. Most of the subsequent trials lost interest and ended hastily.

In the end, the disciples of the Brahma sect won a complete victory and won the top few places, but everyone knew that if Zhao Haoran was still there, it might be another result.

Zhao Haoran became a legend and slowly spread in folklore. These things are so true or false that not many people care about them, but there is just one more focus that can be talked about after dinner.

In a small teahouse, an extremely large man occupied a table, but no one dared to provoke him. Just by looking at his size, he knew that it was not easy to provoke. He just quietly drank tea and listened to the storyteller's legendary story.

Occasionally, Zhao Haoran will actually be a spy of the dark soul? Absolutely impossible.

"Check out." The huge fat man threw down the broken silver and walked out of the teahouse with heavy steps. Looking at the sunshine outside, Zhu Peng couldn't help squinting comfortably.

After the man in gray hurt him, he thought he was dead, but he didn't expect to survive inexplicably. Zhu Peng's head was a little stupid, and his reaction was the same as his body. He was not very sensitive, but he always thought about something over time.

Qiao Kang seemed to be just using him. Zhu Peng was a little annoyed. He was regarded as his best friend and even wanted to help him at the critical moment of life and death, but Qiao Kang never really followed him. He was also disappointed with Lan Haizong. There was nothing to miss. He walked to this small town in a daze and became The worship of a small family is extremely comfortable.

However, when he heard that Zhao Haoran still couldn't believe it, he shook his head and smiled. It was just a rumor. Maybe he had offended someone.

Qiao Kang was in high spirits. Although he did not get any ranking in the centennial competition, he immediately returned to his original state when he heard the news of Zhao Haoran's death. He said that Zhao Haoran was not in Lanhaizong. Otu was heartbroken and directly chose to retreat, while Rusi went out to practice alone. Haiya didn't know whether she was alive or died. Yuyue I haven't seen the sea and wind for a long time.

Lei Teng has almost completely become a useless person. Rong Tian and Lei Chong fantasized that they could not cure Lei Teng.

Under his frustration, Lei Teng used wine to drown his sorrows every day. Lei Chonghuan can only be left by him. His status plummeted. All the people who used to be unconvinced by Lei Teng jumped out and were in a dilemma with him everywhere. Even if Lei Chonghuan and others could protect him, he could not keep up all the time and lost his soul power. Lei Teng was just a general It's just that he often turns blue and swollen, but he doesn't realize it, just holding the wine gourd.

Sun Long sighed that the world is changing so fast. People without strength will always be suppressed, and he devotes himself to cultivation under his heart.

And Ma Yun is depressed. Qiao Kang has gained power, and his life is naturally difficult. He has offended him before and can only be a man with his tail between his legs. Fortunately, there are not many intersections, but he can still get along.

The tender buds of the willow tree have sprouted, and there is a spring atmosphere everywhere. Hongming looks up to the sky and roars. All the years of misforth have been swept away. With the portrait snatched by Tenglong, his cultivation is really slowly recovering.

Zhaoran, who is far away on the border of Liuyun, is not so good. He has lost his soul power. He is nothing now, and his consciousness has no effect at all. Even the space of the jade lion can't be opened, and the soul stone is placed in it. If he can't take out the soul stone, but by absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, he doesn't know that he can recover in the year of the monkey. The original cultivation.

In addition to his strong body, he is not much worse than ordinary people.

After living for more than a month, Zhao Haoran also became familiar with this family. The middle-aged man's name is Zhong Nanhai, his wife's name is An Wei, and the teenager is their child Zhong Ming. He is only 14 years old this year, lively and active. However, it can be seen that Zhong Nanhai and An Wei are not ordinary people, but they don't know why What lives in this small mountain village?

Since people don't say anything, Zhao Haoran won't ask more.

Zhaoran didn't know how long he had been in the cave. No wonder Zhong Ming called his uncle. His face was full of scars and beards. He looked very old. After washing, the family found that Zhao Haoran looked less than 20 years old, but the stability in his eyes did not match his age.

Zhong Ming calls Zhao Haoran's brother every day, while Zhao Haoran calls Zhong Nanhai and An Wei's elder brother and sister-in-law. This generation is indeed a little chaotic.

"Brother Haoran, you are in better health. It's better to come out and walk more. After lying in ** for two months, you still have to take your time." Zhong Nanhai is very straightforward. Zhao Haoran has already found that the couple who have been stationed for two months without boredom and served every meal well.

Zhao Haoran's cultivation has long been open, but he is also embarrassed not to eat. This family treats him very well, and Zhao Haoran is very grateful.

Zhong Nanhai held a wooden sword and was teaching Zhong Ming to practice the sword. Although Zhong Ming was a little unhappy, he still learned it honestly.

Zhao Haoran smiled and said, "After lying in ** for a long time, his body has been embroidered. It turns out that Brother Zhong still has swordsmanship."

Zhong Nanhai smiled and said, "If Haoran brothers are interested, I can also teach you. My swordsmanship is also excellent in Liuyun Kingdom, and idle people can't learn it."

Zhao Haoran waved his hand, "I can't learn it. You'd better give it to Xiaoming first."

Zhong Nanhai no longer persuaded him, but just began to teach Zhong Ming attentively. Zhao Haoran had nothing to do and looked at it attentively. It turned out that the swordsmanship practiced among mortals was also good, but unfortunately, it was all outside kung fu. It really didn't make much use in the fight. Even the swordsmanship of the disciples of the Wudang School was just It's just auxiliary.

After looking at it for a while, Zhao Haoran found that the swordsmanship used by Zhong Nanhai was full of loopholes and many defects.

pondered for a few seconds, "Brother Zhong, I think you have many shortcomings in your swordsmanship. Why hasn't anyone improved it?"

Zhong Nanhai suddenly became angry, "Nonsense, Haoran brother, my Zhong family's swordsmanship has been passed down for hundreds of years, and it is rare to meet enemies. I don't care about your youth and ignorance. I absolutely can't tolerate insult our Zhong family's swords swordsmanship."

An Wei coughed softly, "Zhao Xiaodi, don't listen to him. The Zhong family's swordsmanship is just a trick in the world."

Zhong Nanhai seemed to find something wrong in his words and stopped making a sound, but his eyes looking at Zhao Haoran were still not good.

Zhao Haoran felt a little funny. This eldest brother is too addicted and straightforward. He can't hide any secrets. He has to cover it up for him. "Brother Zhong, how can I talk nonsense? If you don't believe it, let's try it."

Zhong Nanhai suddenly cheered up, "Okay, I haven't done anything for a long time. Let's use this wooden sword and don't hurt the harmony."

Zhao Haoran picked up the wooden sword and adapted to it. "Brother Zhong, you can start."

Zhong Nanhai nodded, and the breath on his body immediately changed. Although he holds a wooden sword, it still reveals a fierce murderous spirit, but this murderous spirit is nothing in Zhao Haoran's eyes.

Zhong Nanhai wanted to teach Zhao Haoran a lesson and let him know the strength of the Zhong family's swordsmanship, but he was afraid of hurting Zhao Haoran and did not use his inner strength.

"A drop in the ocean"

Zhong Nanhai shouted, and the tip of the sword pointed straight to Zhao Haoran's chest.

Zhaoran can feel that almost all the power is condensed on the tip of the sword. When it bursts out when it comes, the ancestors of the Zhong family are indeed a wizard who can create such powerful swordsmanship, and they are not ordinary people.