Chapter 189

"stupid..." The ugly man just said a word and found that there was something wrong in it. He smiled and said, "You always look at it. I don't know if you are satisfied?"

Zhao Haoran held the girl's body and put it into the hole that had just been dug. As soon as he raised her hand and pushed it, her smile was buried in the ground forever and condensed into a stone tablet with the soul power of the earth system. As long as there is no external force, it can be maintained that it will not be destroyed for tens of thousands of years.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Haoran stretched out his finger and engraved six big words "Xiaobin's Tomb of His Wife", which was not worth her deep affection. She had a reputation. Both of them walked into Huangquan and happened to be able to be a companion.

There are six more small characters in the lower right corner, "Zhao Haoran, the monument".

Zhao Haoran half knelt in front of the grave and hasn't spoken for a long time. He is not an impulsive person, but he is by no means a ruthless cold-blooded soul. This cute girl can't die in vain.

The ugly man stood aside regularly. After a long time, he couldn't stand it. "Senior, can I go?"

Zhao Haoran looked back at him. The indescribable murderous intention seemed to tear him up. He fell to his knees, so scared that he couldn't say anything, and his legs were wet.

"Typ, who asked you to kill me."

Withdrawing the pressure, the ugly man had room to breathe and took a deep breath, "You... You misunderstood. I just happened to pass by.

Zhao Haoran raised his hand and waved his hand, and the red light flashed by. The ugly man was stunned for a few hours before he felt the pain in his body. His right arm was broken, and blood was like a spring, and the severe pain began to hiss.

"If you call me again, I will kill you." Zhao Haoran shouted softly, so scared that he no longer dared to make any noise.

Although this ugly man is timid, he is also a little smart. He wants to attract the attention of Lingyun faction by shouting, but there will be no one to come and go near this mountain.

"Say it, a lie will kill you."

"Yes, it was Master Qingsong who asked me to kill you, but I didn't expect to meet her."

Zhao Haoran's eyes are bottomless, and the ugly man can't see what he means and dares not say more.

is the handsome young man. No wonder the expression of the teenager named Xiaobin was so peaceful when he died. He must have known who wanted to deal with him, but he had no choice. It would not cause trouble to the girl if he died, otherwise neither of them would be at peace.

"Very good, very good." Zhao Haoran couldn't hear any emotional color in his tone, but the ugly man felt the murder in it and wanted to escape.

Li Tianhuo chased after him and got into the ugly man's body. It seemed that his internal organs began to burn. The incomparable pain made him unable to move at all, and he could only keep grasping around, but this could not alleviate the pain at all.

Zhao Haoran didn't look at him again. There was only one idea in his heart to kill the young man named Qingsong.

The ugly man seemed to want to say something, but the strong burning sensation made him unable to resist. Zhao Haoran mastered it very well. Li Tian's fire could burn in his body for three days and nights, and then slowly died. Such a punishment is also difficult to relieve his hatred.

Zhao Haoran took a deep breath. Although he was angry, he did not lose his mind. The strength of the sword saint saw with his own eyes that his current cultivation was not an opponent at all. Killing Qingsong was the culprit. If it was not necessary, he would not conflict with the sword saint.

The divine consciousness began to spread, and Zhao Haoran was very cautious. No one else in the Lingyun faction should be able to detect his divine consciousness search except Jiansheng.

In a short time, Zhao Haoran found the location of Qingsong.

Because he is the apprentice of Jiansheng, his status is extremely high, and everything in the sect is up to him, so he has developed an arrogant and domineering personality. He doesn't like the unknown girl very much, but seeing that she has a good impression on a Xiaobin who has no strength makes Qing Song a little unbearable and spares no effort to perse persecution.

"Hold, who are you? Get out of here quickly." Zhao Haoran raised his head, and Qingsong was in this hall, which should be the core of Lingyun School.

Four nine-star souls blocked his pace, as if they would launch an offensive if they didn't agree.

"Death!"

Zhaoran shouted indifferently, and the four people's liver and courage were cracked, their pupils were dilated, their eyes were lax, and they fell to the ground and died.

"Someone wants to break into the hall, stop him quickly."

"The foreign enemy invaded, go and tell Brother Qingsong."

The disciples of Lingyun School reacted very quickly and surrounded Zhao Haoran. Dozens of Japanese souls led hundreds of star souls, and the number was gradually increasing.

The time that happened some time ago made the disciples of the Lingyun faction feel ashamed. Unexpectedly, after a while, someone came to provoke. Ling Yun faction was not a powerful sect on Huang Moxing, but there was a sword saint in charge, and there were rare opponents. This time, they didn't even know how the other party came in.

Looking at Zhao Haoran's thin body, I really can't see what strength he has. No one wants to miss such an opportunity to perform.

"Guys, let me try his weight first. I dare to find the Lingyun faction. Don't disturb Brother Qingsong." The speaker was a middle-aged man who seemed to have some status. Everyone made way, and he quickly walked to Zhao Haoran.

"Young people, what is not good? Why did you come to our Lingyun faction to provoke? Is there someone behind it? Say it and spare your life.

The disciples of the Lingyun School around also laughed relaxedly.

Zhao Haoran frowned, "I'm here to find Qingsong. People who have no relationship get out of the way."

Although this person is annoying, Zhao Haoran is not a murderer and doesn't want to do too much.

A smile appeared at the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth, "If there is anything, say it. Maybe I can help you solve it. Why do you have to find Brother Qingsong?"

Zhao Haoran flicked his finger, and the red fire instantly drowned the middle-aged man's body and turned into ashes. "Those who block me will die!"

It seems that there is no need to talk nonsense with this group of people. Zhao Haoran doesn't mind killing a few more disciples of the Lingyun faction.

Zhao Haoran stepped forward, and everyone hesitated. The middle-aged man had the cultivation in mid-March and was killed by one blow, so the others would not be their opponents.

Ling Yunzong formed a strange scene. Zhao Haoran was surrounded in the middle, but as the crowd moved with his footsteps, the hall was in front of him, and Qingsong was still there. Zhao Haoran's eyes seemed to cross dozens of feet away and penetrate the thick door. Qingsong's body was cold, and he also sensed the inexplicable crisis, but he remembered The swordsman was a little relieved.

"Do it together, he is just a person."

A quiet shout touched the nerves of Ling Yunzong's disciples, and hundreds of soul skills were used at the same time, roaring and rushing to Zhao Haoran.

"Looking for a dead end, don't blame me for being ruthless." Zhao Haoran shouted in a low voice and sacrificed the soul flag. The ghost that had not come out for a long time was very excited to smell the breath of the soul.

The strongest among them is only March's cultivation, which is not the opponent of the ghost at all. Among them, Zhao Haoran's first tempered Tenglong ghost is the most vicious and cunning, absorbing a large number of soul vitality, and the breath is even greater. The disciples of Lingyun School have never seen such a battle. They are so scared that they can't escape. Only a few lucky souls have got rid of the pursuit of the ghost, but when they think of it, the ghosts tremble all over and will never do anything in their life.

"bang" "bang"

His footsteps in the empty hall were very harsh. Qingsong swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at the thin figure in front of him. He couldn't figure out why he couldn't figure out. Isn't he just a boy who could only cut firewood and dive? When his cultivation was so strong that even a few elders did not have such momentum.

"What do you want to do?" Qingsong suppressed the fear in his heart and reluctantly said a word. Someone has invited the elder. As long as he delays for a moment, not to mention that he has the life-saving power given to him by his master. There should be no danger, but he can't help but be afraid to see Zhao Haoran's appearance.

"It's killing you!" Zhao Haoran was not in a hurry to do it. He was not fully sure to deal with the sharp sword in Qingsong's body. Up to now, the sword saint still hasn't come forward. Zhao Haoran understood a little in his heart that he was probably in a retreat. If there is nothing big deal, it will not shock him.

"Bold madman, retreat quickly. God has the virtue of a good life. Our Lingyun faction will spare your life." As soon as the five elders received the news, they sensed the abnormality here and did not dare to be careless. At the same time, they rushed over.

Zhao Haoran sneered, as if he could see through their true thoughts at a glance and spared me to die? If they see that their cultivation is lower than theirs, I don't know if they will say so. The world of soul people is indeed the supreme strength. Even if they kill so many disciples of the Lingyun School, they dare not pursue them.

"Leave the Lingyun School and spare you immortality." Zhao Haoran shouted fiercely, as if the thunder came to his ear. The five elders could barely cope with it, but Qing Song was miserable, and blood flowed from both ears and roared continuously.

"Hmm! I wait for the five elders of the Lingyun faction to protect themselves from the sect. Since you insist on doing it, we are not polite.

Five one-day soul people work together to deal with a soul person in the second half of the day, and the five people have been practicing the art of joint attack for a long time without any verbal communication.

The cyan light condensed into a cobweb in mid-air, reflecting the whole hall into cyan. Zhao Haoran has already seen the total skill of five people. Even if there are a few more people, they are not their own opponents. The soul master of magical powers has gone beyond the scope of ordinary souls.

"Fire"

The high roar of two fire dragons shattered the top of the hall, and the sun shone in, making people feel a warm atmosphere, which is much better than the coldness of the past.