Chapter 168 Linglong Pagoda

Peng Daoren did not nibble, but obviously agreed to Mr. Han's words.

"I don't know what to call Xiaoyou?" Mr. Han's face is smiling, and the spring breeze is generally very comfortable.

Zhao Haoran arched his hand respectfully, "I dare not, Sima Feng, thank you for your kindness."

Mr. Han nodded and said nothing more.

Mr. Han just spoke and wanted to explore Zhao Haoran with his mind, but in order to avoid being discovered, he only used a trace of behavior in late March, and he was much relieved.

Zhao Haoran lowered his eyebrows and followed closely behind everyone. This Mr. Han is definitely not a soul person in the day. That trace of consciousness made Zhao Haoran's heart tremble. This is definitely not the strength that a soul person can achieve!

It seems that he is not the only one who hides his cultivation. Fortunately, Mr. Han did not use all his strength, otherwise Zhao Haoran would never escape the other party's exploration.

Lishen's eyes are always inseparable, as if they are afraid of Zhao Haoran's escape. The rest of the people look different, and they don't pay much attention to this soul who has just joined in the late March.

"Gentlemen, the virtual shadow in front of the gate of the fairy mansion will not hurt people. Don't resist, otherwise don't blame the old man for being rude if something goes wrong." Mr. Han spoke peacefully, but no one dared to care about the threat in his words.

Mr. Han's eyes looked at Zhao Haoran. Zhao Haoran understood that this sentence was probably right for him. The rest of the people may have tried it, otherwise they would not have known that it would take 20 people to enter.

"Don't worry, senior, I will never act rashly."

Mr. Han nodded with satisfaction and took the lead in stepping into the white fog in front of the door. The white fog seemed to have an aura, which was extremely beneficial to cultivation. The rest of the people did not hesitate. Zhao Haoran was caught in the crowd and walked in.

I don't know what the owner of this fairy mansion means. Is it possible that the visiting guests back then also need a group of 20 people? This is too funny.

Zhao Haoran looked around cautiously, as if it was similar to the entrance. A virtual shadow slowly floated and I don't know when it appeared.

This virtual shadow seems to be different from the one at the entrance. Zhao Haoran regularly condenses his mind. Although it looks almost ordinary, the breath is completely different. I don't know how many virtual shadows there are here. This invincible existence makes Zhao Haoran a little uneasy.

Like a wisp of breeze, the virtual shadow was extremely fast, and it circled in front of everyone, "20 people, the fairy mansion opens."

It's really a fairy mansion!

What others said may make Zhao Haoran dare not believe it, but what this virtual shadow said makes people have to believe it.

Although he doesn't know how this virtual shadow was formed, it can be seen that they should be the guardians of this fairy mansion. Even Mr. Han's eyes flashed a strange light. Obviously, he did not believe in outside rumors.

A sheep intestine path gradually appeared in the white fog, but the force rushed to the front. Mr. Han stroked his beard and smiled, but didn't care.

Is the treasure of this fairy mansion so good? What can you do even if you walk ahead?

At about the time of incense, the sound of water slowly appeared in front of him. A nine-storey pagoda stood tall in the middle, with flowing waterfalls on both sides, and the sound of water came from here!

The waterfall is close in front of you, but the sound of the water is illusory and extraordinary!

Zhao Haoran just flashed the idea in his heart, but he saw a soul man in the early days walking over. He was very excited, as if he had seen something extraordinary. Mr. Han smiled at the corners of his mouth, but took it back in an instant.

Zhao Haoran can see it clearly, and Mr. Han must recognize this thing.

The soul man took out a purple-gold gourd, and the streamer was shining, and people with bright eyes could see that it was a good magic weapon.

"Receed!"

Pinched the magic formula, and the purple-gold gourd opened its mouth down, and a suction appeared from it. Even people standing far away could feel it.

The water in the waterfall was motionless, but I saw that the soul swallowed an elixir that day, and the soul power was even more powerful. It seemed that he would not stop if he could not receive this water.

The enhanced suction really had an effect. Many people looked at him with envy. Everyone knew that the water was extraordinary, but no one was sure to take it away. This one-day soul man had such a treasure, and an inexplicable jealousy suddenly rose.

Zhao Haoran's eyes are cold. These people are by no means kind. They must be strictly guarded after entering, otherwise they don't know how they will die.

"It's done!" The one-day soul man pinched the formula and wanted to take back the purple gold gourd, but found a suction in the waterfall, and his body fell into it uncontrollably.

The sound of water drowned him in an instant, and his body dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye. "Ah, save me, there is a heavy treasure!"

But no one moved, waiting for a few figures to fly away at the same time when he died, and the target was the purple golden gourd.

Mr. Han sneered and said, "This weak water is actually so easy to hold, but the gourd is a good thing. Whoever can get it depends on personal opportunity."

The opportunity? Zhao Haoran frowned, and his soaring steps did not stop. What a bullshit opportunity, strength is the most important thing.

"Get out, this thing is me!" Purple gold gourd is originally a powerful magic weapon, and there is still weak water in it at this time. No wonder Mr. Han didn't mean to remind him. It turns out that he also had the same idea.

With a punch, he smashed the head of a soul man in late March and rushed straight to the body.

Zhao Haoran's fierce murderous spirit slowed down. This is definitely not the best time to retreat!

On the right time, Zhao Haoran stood on the ground with a calm face. There was a mysterious Mr. Han who could not please him, not mention that the most important fairy treasure had not been seen yet. It was not worth it!

Peng Daoren read words, and a child-like doll's eyes were dull and rushed to the purple golden gourd. At the same time, it was also the disciple of the old man who acted. The puppet acted extremely quickly and was not slower than others.

The strangest thing is that Mr. Han appeared in front of the purple gold gourd with a flash.

This is definitely not teleportation!

Zhao Haoran's pupils shrank slightly. Mr. Han seemed to have turned into aura and integrated into heaven and earth, not teleportation, but better than teleportation.

This person is really not simple!

"Hahaha, you're welcome. The opportunity has come and can't be stopped." Mr. Han smiled and jumped down.

"I don't believe it. This thing is called Han!"

The unstructured punch of the power is full of domineering, which does not require any skills, but is more powerful than any skill to break the skill.

From the perspective of a bystander, he saw the power god's offensive for the first time. Zhao Haoran had a completely different feeling. This punch seemed to permeate the whole world. Even with the strength of the beginning of the day, I'm afraid he can only choose to escape, and the head-on confrontation is not an opponent at all.

Maybe Purple Fire has a chance to defeat him, but there is no need to take risks.

"You, step back!"

Mr. Han still looks elegant. In this sentence, there was a crack in the space blocked by Lishen, and it was getting bigger and bigger. Most of his fist strength was worn out, and in the end, even if he hit it, there was no power at all.

What kind of soul art is this?

Zhao Haoran saw such a powerful figure for the first time. Mr. Han seemed to have done a trivial thing and put away the purple gold gourd. "The treasure of Xianfu is right in front of you. There is no need to fight with me for a gourd."

Li Shen hesitated for a moment, "I don't want that shabby thing. It seems that Mr. Han has an opportunity."

The doll was put away by Peng Daoren, and it seemed that he did not plan to compete with Mr. Nahan.

Zhao Haoran really hopes that several people can fight. Mr. Han doesn't even need soul art. He only needs one sentence to shock his mind, which is really too shocking.

Huang Moxing seems to have never heard of this character, just like Zhao Haoran, who came out of thin air, but it is extremely powerful. He can always win the battle for the wilderness. If it is once or twice, it may be luck, but the same result every time can't help but make people suspicious.

Mr. Han ignored the eyes of others and went straight to the pagoda. The rest of the people did not want to fall behind and kept up one after another. The nine-story pagoda shrank from the bottom to the last time, and the top was probably less than ten feet away.

Surrounded by the aura of the tower, it condenses into a cloud-like strength. The closer the distance, the more you can feel the pressure inside.

This is the fairy mansion. Zhao Haoran looked up and saw a plaque hanging on the first floor, "The Linglong Sevenqiao Tower."

There are clearly nine layers, but it is called the Sevenqiao Tower. The behavior of the owner of the fairy mansion is indeed extraordinary.

There is no door in front of the tower, but a transmission array. It seems that it should lead to the tower, but no one can guarantee that there will be no accident.

Mr. Han stepped up without hesitation, and the light flashed all over his body, and his whole body disappeared.

The rest also followed one after another. In order to prevent the offensive of the power god, Zhao Haoran stepped in first. The fierce eyes always hung on him. The yellow sand was not clear, and I'm afraid there would be no peace.

Sure enough, it led to the transmission array. Zhao Haoran looked up. There was a trace of sadness in Mr. Han's eyes, but it was soon covered up. Others were looking for treasures around, and only Zhao Haoran noticed this.

Zhao Haoran had a guess in his heart, but this guess shocked him. Is it possible that Mr. Han is originally a man of Xianfu? The performance along the way is very calm, as if going home, so what is the purpose of luring so many people to come here?

"Oh, my God, these lanterns are actually made of stones containing aura." With exclamation, Zhao Haoran stared at it and took a cold breath.

What kind of stone is this? It is clearly a piece of soul crystal. The soul of Huang Moxing uses crystal nuclei for cultivation, and naturally they don't know this soul crystal.

There is only one soul crystal in the whole soul stone mountain range of the Lishan School, which was placed by Zhao Haoran to produce a steady stream of soul stones, and there are at least hundreds of soul crystals here. Who is it? How can it be so luxurious!

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