Chapter 187 Sword Saint

After exerting the magic power, his cultivation declined again. The red scholar could not know where the mountain had caught up, but vaguely sensed the resistance. After a moment of meditation, he pinched the complicated seals in his hand. Under one beat, the vast power crossed the space and instantly attached to the magic power of the folding fan.

The cyan fishing net could barely resist the mountain, but the next moment the mountain began to shake violently and the five people changed color.

"Quickly back." The loud shout woke everyone up. It turned out that the five elders could not dispel the trouble in front of them.

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose. The magic power of the red scholar was really not enough for him to eat alone. Fortunately, he made a plan in advance, otherwise he would have to take off a layer of skin if he did not die.

There is no soul who can compete with it wherever the mountain passes, and the magic power exerted by borrowing the folding fan is much more powerful than the ordinary lower magic power.

Many people who didn't have time to avoid were directly crushed, and their screams were scattered before they could make a scream.

Zhao Haoran resisted the impulse and did not take action, because he noticed that there was an extremely powerful force in this mountain. If the mountain was really allowed to fall, the whole sect would be destroyed. Zhao Haoran did not believe that the strong man hidden in the depths would not take action.

Hiding in the wooden house, Zhao Haoran turned into the newly dead teenager. The thousand magic mask was worn on his face. The golden corpse has been hidden in the ice sword space. As long as he does not use his soul power, it should be difficult to find.

"The sword is all over the world!"

The old voice came, and Zhao Haoran found that everyone's faces had become relaxed. It seemed that the one who took action should be the strongest of the sect, and he really couldn't help it.

A huge sword rose from the ground, and the fierce sword spirit broke the rocks and greeted the mountains.

"Hung"

The giant sword began to tremble violently, as if it was afraid of the power of the mountains and refused to move forward again.

"Cut!"

The sound came again, and the shape of the giant sword was a little bigger, and there was a little more spiritual light on the blade, as if an invisible giant was controlling it and struggling to cut to the mountain.

There are small cracks in the dark mountain, which can't be found if you can't observe them carefully.

"Cut again!"

Gaoshan finally couldn't bear such power. He turned into a folding fan and hurried away. The talking old man seemed to want to leave the folding fan, but due to the extremely fast speed, he had no choice but to stop. The red scholar suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, took back the folding fan, and barely flew to the distance.

"Master!"

"The leader!"

"Lord Jiansheng!"

Three different names shouted at the same time. Zhao Haoran looked up and saw an old man in plain clothes. He was like a sharp sword. His sharpness was despicable. Perhaps he sensed something was wrong. The old man slowly put away his breath and looked in the direction of Zhao Haoran.

After scanning the divine consciousness, he did not find any abnormality. He shook his head helplessly, "Qingsong, practice well and don't put your mind in other places. You haven't made much progress in several years, which really disappointed you as a teacher."

The handsome young man is the apprentice of Jiansheng. He lowered his head in shame, "My disciple must follow the master's instructions."

"Lord Jiansheng, this mountain is strange and seems to be related to the magic power of the Red Scholar, isn't it..." The speaker was an elder in a blue shirt, one of the five people who just took action.

Jiansheng waved his hand, "Don't tell me. Discuss these things with Qing Song. Don't bother me if there is nothing important."

The sword flashed by, and the sword saint lost his trace. Qing Song asked respectfully, "Legiant Li, now the array is damaged. When do you think you can take a rest?"

Elder Li nodded, "I will deal with it as soon as possible. Our Lingyun faction has never provoked the Red Scholars. What on earth is he crazy? Forget it, Qing Song, you send people to patrol these two days to avoid any accidents."

The five green lights left at the same time, and Qingsong's face immediately sank. "You guys are all outside. No one is allowed to walk around without my instructions."

"Yes." Several disciples who were ordered lowered their heads obediently and could see that they were not really willing.

Ling Yun faction, Zhao Haoran secretly wrote down his name. Now I'm afraid that it's not stable outside and barely covers the breath of the yellow sand brand. Once he does it, he will definitely be known by outsiders. In the past, the information Cheng Feng told him was from rumors. Even with his strength in the later days, Zhao Haoran found that he did not do it at all. The method removes the yellow sand brand.

What made Zhao Haoran more uneasy was that the owner of the ten palaces really made a mark on his body, which seemed to be a strange incense. If you don't pay attention to it, you can't find it. After really calm down, you can you find out the strangeness in it. The Canglang School really didn't follow any good intentions. The Japanese soul living in the barren land is only I'm afraid that someone will soon discover the mystery of it.

It's not difficult to guess. The next step must be endless trouble. Let's wait for Lingyunpai to dodge for a while.

The swordsman's foot has the peak strength for three days. If he wants to become more difficult, 90% of the Japanese soul will stop at this step. No wonder he is focused on cultivation. I'm afraid it's just to make the final breakthrough.

Huiyuan returned to one, Zhao Haoran's mind was just a flash, and he immediately threw it aside. For a soul person like him in the late day, it is not a smart choice.

"Idiot, are you dead? Come out quickly. Today's wood hasn't been cut yet. Don't be lazy." There was a loud shout outside the wooden house. There was only the thin teenager nearby. There was no need to think that he must be called.

Zhao Haoran leaned out. Since he wanted to replace the teenager, he had to pretend to be a little bit in order to avoid any changes, which would damage his original purpose.

Not far away is an extremely ugly man with a crooked mouth and five-star cultivation. He looked at Zhao Haoran very poorly. "Don't waste time and go to the mountain to cut 100 catties of firewood. If you haven't finished it at night, don't eat."

Zhao Haoran didn't say anything and walked up in the direction pointed by the big man. No wonder the teenager died so strangely. It turned out that he was tortured to death by the ugly man. I really don't know what deep hatred there was between the two, but these had nothing to do with him. Zhao Haoran would not cause unnecessary trouble for no reason.

100 catties of firewood is indeed a difficult thing for an ordinary person who has no power, but it is really easy for Zhao Haoran.

In the empty mountains and forests, Zhao Haoran raised his hand and weighed it. It was enough to weigh 100 catties. He sat cross-legged on the ground and began to absorb the aura of heaven and earth.

A burst of familiar footsteps came. Zhao Haoran opened his eyes and was a little surprised. He didn't understand why this strange girl came to such a desolate place.

He pretended to pick up the axe and cut down the trees next to him, but after a while the girl appeared in front of her.

About 29 years old, wearing a floral skirt is not very beautiful, but there is a unique cuteness that makes people feel the urge to love from the bottom of their hearts.

Seeing Zhao Haoran trying hard to cut firewood, he bit his lip and quickly came over and grabbed the axe. "Xiaobin, I'll help you. That bastard is really nothing."

Zhao Haoran stood aside and watched the girl use the little soul power in her body to cut down a lot of dry wood. She didn't dare to say much. She was a little strange to the inexplicable girl. She didn't know what the relationship between the two was.

"This is the skill of practicing the martial soul. You have to save it and practice secretly. When you become a soul, the ugly monster will not dare to bully you. I will go first. In case someone finds out that I will help you, it will be in trouble." After saying it herself, the girl jumped away from the mountain forest. Zhao Haoran didn't say a word from beginning to end. Looking at the simple pages of soul method in her hand, she couldn't laugh or cry.

Looking at Zhao Haoran's dry wood that obviously weighed more than 100 catties on his back, the ugly man rubbed his eyes and made sure that he was right. He muttered a few words before allowing Zhao Haoran to go to dinner.

Zhao Haoran was not in the mood to care about such a little man. Early the next morning, the ugly man shouted again, "Idiot, get up quickly. I think you did a good job yesterday. Today, I will add a little more task for you to fill the big tank outside the door. If you dare to be lazy, I will interrupt you. Legs.

This ugly man is obviously playing tricks on himself. Zhao Haoran is quite puzzled, and Xiaobin is thin and weak. No matter how he looks at it, he may not be the enemy of the ugly man, but why he embarrass himself and is still going to die.

Zhao Haoran certainly won't do the diving thing. After the ugly man went far away, Zhao Haoran used a little tricks. All the big tanks were full of water and turned back to the wooden house and began to practice.

More than a month later, Zhao Haoran completed the task of the ugly man every day, and the girl often came to help, but she was sneaky for fear that others would find out.

If she knew that this Xiaobin had died, she didn't know what her reaction would be. Zhao Haoran shook his head, got rid of strange thoughts, and set her mind to feel the magic power.

In the past, the scene of the divine operator's use of the killing spell flashed in front of him, and there was always something wrong, which made him sad and had powerful magical power to perform. This feeling was really too aggrieved.

If you are sure to use the word destruction formula, I'm afraid you won't be so embarrassed by the red scholar. However, this magic power is extremely obscure and difficult to understand, and it can't be understood thoroughly in a moment. If it hadn't been for the divine consciousness of the divine operator, I'm afraid that even the fire can't be used.

With the magic power, what else is missing?

"Why isn't that boy dead yet? You're not fooling me, are you?" The sound of conversation not far away attracted Zhao Haoran's attention.