Chapter 200 The Power of One Drink

Raindrops splashed on the black rune and immediately disappeared. Zhao Haoran was surprised to find that except for the leader of the horse thief that Wang Ping was facing, the other horse thief had no vitality, which was very similar to the ancient corpse of the golden rune. He didn't know who had mastered such a strange corpse refining technique.

The guards of the Shi family had a slight upper hand, but the horse thieves were not afraid of pain, and the act of exchanging injuries made them a little shrink.

The flying rain on the machete floated into Zhao Haoran's carriage.

Shi Guoliang's guard quietly touched it, and dozens of horse thieves surrounded Zhao Haoran's carriage. He just looked at it from a distance and quickly retreated. In this case, if he rushed up forcibly, he would only die in vain.

"Recede!"

Zhao Haoran shouted coldly. The horse thief holding the machete seemed to be stupid. He threw down the weapon in his hand, and his body began to tremble constantly.

They have become corpses and are not afraid of pain, but Zhao Haoran's threat still suppresses the only remaining reason of the dead body, and the deep fear in his heart is uncontrollable.

Even these refined dead bodies have some vitality, but now they are completely cut off and can't die anymore.

Zhao Haoran looked not far away. Dr. Hua frowned slightly, as if he was very disgusted with these dead bodies. He gently raised his hand, and a fragrance of medicine spread all around. The horse thieves stopped their movements and became dull. How could the guards of the Shi family let go of this rare opportunity?

These dead bodies are obviously not compared with the ancient corpse of Jinfu. As long as they are pierced through the heart, there is no possibility of standing up again.

"I want to go, leave it for me!" Wang Ping's angry shout penetrated the sound of rain, and the thick voice stunned everyone.

It turned out that the martial artist with profound internal skills actually had such a skill. Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose, and the leader of the horse thief was embarrassed. Obviously, he was not Wang Ping's opponent.

The general trend has gone, and the messy scene has been restored to control at this moment. There seems to be an invisible barrier near Wang Ping's body, which helps him resist the falling raindrops.

Shi Guoliang scolded angrily, "Go and save Mr. Zhao. If there is a mistake, I will ask you."

The visiting guard found Zhao Haoran's s embarrassing situation and chose to go back to report at the first time. Shi Guoliang resisted staying in the carriage under the persuasion of everyone. This was a reckless disaster for Zhao Haoran. Except for himself, the rest of them were implicated.

Shi Guoliang's eyes showed a struggling look, clenched his fists, and his figure swayed in the dim light.

"Don't chase the poor." Wang Ping shouted the Shi family guard who was ready to pursue. At this time, protecting Shi Guoliang was the most important thing. No one knew whether the other party had the next move.

The leader of the thief gasped and stumbled forward quickly. Except for himself, all the others had stayed. He never figured out who else was protecting Shi Guoliang. According to the intelligence, as long as he dragged Wang Ping out, the guard would not be useful at all and killed a Shi Guoliang. More than enough.

"Who is it?"

"The person who kills you." Zhao Haoran gently touched the ground and quickly scratched dozens of feet away.

The leader of the horse thief took a cold breath. What kind of light skill is this? "What do you want to do?"

"I want to play tricks!" Zhao Haoran raised his hand and pointed, and the leader of the horse thief fell to the ground, holding a short dagger in his hand.

"Soul Refining"

Zhao Haoran didn't expect to get anything out of his mouth. Although he is a master among warriors, he is really vulnerable in the eyes of the soul.

So that's it. Zhao Haoran frowned. It seems that Shi Guoliang's situation is really bad. There are only some vague influences in this person's memory, but it can still be judged that their goal is Shi Guoliang.

"Even the body should be found out for me. What do you eat? Our Shi family does not raise waste." Shi Guoliang's face was blue, and the guards around him did not dare to come out. Wang Ping stopped talking, but in the end he still said nothing.

"Guoliang, what makes you so angry?" Zhao Haoran's voice came from a distance, and the bodies of the horse thieves had already been buried. Except for the dilapidated tents and carriages, there was no trace of fighting.

Shi Guoliang's face was full of joy, "Brother Zhao, you're fine. It's great. Where have you been? It's easy for me to find."

"I was a little scared to see so many horse thieves, so I found a place to hide. I hope Guoliang won't be surprised."

"Hahaha, what's the matter," Shi Guoliang was relieved when he saw that Zhao Haoran was safe and sound. "I'm not also hiding in the carriage."

The contemptuous eyes of the surrounding guards came. Zhao Haoran pretended not to see them. These Shi guards were brave. Under the leadership of Wang Ping, they fought against horse thieves and definitely experienced a hundred battles.

The doubt in Wang Ping's eyes flashed away. He didn't believe what Zhao Haoran said at all. How could a person who could detect the invasion of horse thieves in advance be afraid of a few ordinary horse thieves, but he would not say these words.

This person's origin is mysterious, and it is difficult to say what his purpose is. Whether he is an enemy or a friend can only be seen in the future.

"Young master, since Mr. Zhao is safe, I'll go first." Wang Ping arched his hand.

"Go ahead, Housekeeper Wang, remember to be strictly guarded and don't do anything wrong again."

"I understand." Wang Ping turned around and left with a group of guards.

Shi Guoliang was in a high position, but he was not only a prince who was greedy for pleasure. The deceased guard was well buried.

With the retreat of the horse thieves, the continuous autumn rain stopped and the moonlight passed through the clouds.

"Why haven't you slept yet!"

Shi Guoliang smiled reluctantly, "Brother Zhao, sit down and drink with me."

"Does the horse thief have anything to do with your family this time?" Zhao Haoran asked tentatively, "I hid in the corner and heard them say a name."

"Who?"

"Shi Maobin!"

"That's my second uncle." Shi Guoliang was quite lonely, "I didn't expect that he couldn't help it after all."

Zhao Haoran doesn't want to interfere more. With this reminder, it should be enough. The two chatted casually about some local customs, and unconsciously it was already dawn.

The rain last night made the mountain road more rugged and difficult to walk, so the caravan had no choice but to stop temporarily.

There is no shortage of food in the mountains and forests, but the water source is not easy to find. There is not much water stored by the Shijia caravan after a long journey. In addition, the invasion of horse thieves has damaged many water bags, and the remaining water is less than three days of consumption.

Autumn is getting deeper and deeper, and the temperature is very low. It is impossible to walk on the road without half a month. Finding a water source has become a must.

"Son, I searched within three miles of the neighborhood, but I didn't find anything. If it really doesn't work, I can only go back to a town with someone to supplement it. The first month's journey is deserted." Wang Ping spoke calmly.

"No, if it is delayed, there is no way to arrive at the expected time." Shi Guoliang looked very sad, which made him anxious.

Zhao Haoran smiled and said, "Butler Wang misread it. When I went out for a walk a few days ago, I found that there was a small lake less than a li in the west, which was enough for the caravan to use."

Shi Guoliang's eyes lit up and looked at Zhao Haoran suspiciously, "Brother Zhao, it's important at this time. Are you wrong?"

Wang Ping has always been safe, and Shi Guoliang does not believe that he will have any trouble in this matter.

"Why don't we go and have a look now and ask someone to get a water bag. We rely on it for half a month." Zhao Haoran smiled and didn't seem to be fake.

This... Facing a clear spring, Wang Ping rubbed his eyes for a long time. He didn't fully believe it until he tasted it himself. He shook his head. Maybe he was so old that he didn't even see such a big clear water lake.

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose and used his soul to form a clear spring that can not only quench his thirst, but also enhance the physique of mortals to a certain extent. It is regarded as a small gift for Shi Guoliang.

In just two days, Wang Ping found that the internal force that had not moved for many years actually showed signs of breakthrough, and the strength of those guards had improved significantly. In his surprise, the first thing he thought of was the lake water he had drunk these days.

The taste is sweet and everyone praises it, but I didn't expect it to have such a role in improving my strength. Wang Ping thought hard. He has never heard such a magical spring since he grew up. Only those souls who can rise high in the sky can enjoy such a good thing.

The Mr. Zhao is really more and more mysterious.

At this moment, Zhao Haoran is looking at the jade slip in his hand, which is the formula engraved by Mr. Ma.

The fingerprints are complicated and seem to lack some. Zhao Haoran tried to use magic power, but every time he ended in failure. Instead, he used soul power smoothly, but the power is very limited. It seems to be a simplified version that can only be used soul power, and still contains a trace of magic power.

I don't know what kind of genius made such a modification. Zhao Haoran was really surprised.

"determined"

As soon as the idea came out, the trees that originally floated with the wind outside the window paused for a moment, and then continued to float.

Zhao Haoran nodded with satisfaction, and finally looked a little. Dayan's fire is really powerful. Now he can perform at least three soul spells in one breath, and his body is tempered thousands of times. No matter how severe the trauma he has suffered, he can quickly recover as usual.

The only pity is that it is too difficult to get rid of this meaningless idea. Zhao Haoran thought about it, and a teleportation flashed to an uninhabited mountain nearby. Everything in the caravan is in his divine grasp, even if someone wants to find him can If you go back as soon as possible, no one will find anything abnormal.

Opening the sheepskin roll, it is densely covered with some irrelevant records.

(A chapter in a hurry, it's more watery.)