Chapter 221 From the Yinluo Sect

I don't know when the little beast woke up and played with his little claws boredly. Zhao Haoran smiled helplessly and said, "If you want to play, you'd better go to Dr. Hua. I'm too boring. I can't do anything but practice."

The little beast is proficient in human nature, but what Zhao Haoran said is still a little profound to it. After thinking about it for a long time, it seems that he can't understand it, so he has to look at him eagerly and wait for the following.

Zhao Haoran touched the smooth fur of the little beast and said to himself, "I don't know when I can go home."

The strong strength of Fengyue Hall has not been able to enter the heart of the buried wilderness. I'm afraid that it is much more terrible than what Wen Shijie described, but he only knows so much about his cultivation. The transmission array known by the divine operator is too long, and he is really not sure.

Zhao Haoran breathed a long breath, and the boat was naturally straight to the bridge. It's better to recover from the wound.

The sky of Baihuamen is always blue. Zhao Haoran carefully observed for a long time and found that this is a strange formation, which has no effect of defense and attack, but only plays a role in changing the season and weather. I'm afraid that only here will set such a useless formation.

Two months have passed. Hua Baixiang occasionally came to visit Zhao Haoran and brought some strange food to the little beast, which made the little guy excited. Judging from her sad look, it can be seen that the injury of their leader did not recover so smoothly.

An inconspicuous character in the buried wilderness, there are four similarly dressed bald monks, sitting around the fire in golden robes, roasting an unknown beast, emitting fragrance.

One of them only had one eye and looked quite impatient. "I don't know where that guy has hid, but let our brothers find it. If we find that man, we have to peel his skin and cramps to relieve his hatred."

It was a slightly older man who closed his eyes and meditated, and his face was gloomy. "Well, don't say a few words. It seems that this person is not so easy to deal with. He has hidden his breath. He has crossed most of the region, but there is no trace of it. Fengyue Valley still doesn't go. Some time ago, I felt a The terrible breath is beyond the peak of three days of cultivation. I'm afraid it's a difficult role. Let's avoid it.

The one-eyed monk curled his lips and said, "This ghost place is full of strangeness. If it weren't for the order of the Lord of the second palace, he wouldn't come to this place where the bird doesn't shit. It's difficult to find a woman to relieve her buns."

"You don't have to go anywhere else to bury your bones in the wilderness. You'd better not cause me trouble."

The one-eyed monk bit the meat of a foreign beast vigorously, his mouth was full of oil, and muttered, "I naturally know the weight."

The gloomy man nodded. He was very clear about the companion's temperament, "After eating, go quickly. I don't believe he can show his breath completely."

Zhao Haoran pointed out that it has been three months since he came to Baihuamen, and only half of the injury in his body has recovered, but it has developed in a good direction. It is estimated that he will be able to fully recover in another half a year. The soul power around the martial soul is constantly coming, and his strength is growing slowly every day.

If there is no opportunity for the cultivation in the early second day, I'm afraid the time it will take to break through is really immeasurable.

Suddenly, a shout sounded in the whole Hundred Flowers Gate, "Old witch, get out and kill my disciples of the Yinluo Sect. Don't be a shrinking turtle."

Zhaoran touched the tip of his nose, and what should have come will always come. The master of Baihuamen practiced his skills and went crazy. How could the other party give up such a good opportunity? I'm afraid that Jin Dan or the two dead disciples are just excuses. I'm afraid this Yinluo Sect has the intention to take down Baihuamen.

The soul magic of Baihuamen is average, and there is nothing to be surprised about, but the soul art of cultivating medicinal materials and alchemy is good. It is not easy for Zhao Haoran to be able to support it for such a long time.

Countless girls walked around in a panic and didn't know where to go. Originally, Zhao Haoran's wooden house was still responsible for guarding it, but at this time, they had messed up the rules and regulations. How could they take care of so much? Zhao Haoran shook his head. It's better for such a sect to disperse early, except for the head and A very few disciples, and the rest of the disciples have no fighting ability at all.

After staying at Baihuamen for so long, except that they are not allowed to go far, the rest are good for Zhao Haoran. If possible, help them once as a reward for staying here.

However, Zhao Haoran's cultivation can only exert his strength in late February at most. Compared with this leader, he is not as good as helping him, and the little beast bullies the weak souls. If he really has no chance of winning against the souls above the late March.

No matter so much, Zhao Haoran walked out, and Hua Baixiang followed a girl with a very respectful look.

At the peak of March, his cultivation was also injured. Zhao Haoran instantly judged that this woman was the head of Baihuamen. He didn't expect that she was so young and could not see any vicissitudes in his eyes. She didn't look like an old monster who had been practicing for a long time.

Just glanced at Zhao Haoran, with a slight warning, so he stopped looking at him. There was a dark fog in the air, and there were about more than ten people looming, but they all had the strength in mid-February. Among them, the strongest one and a half feet had stepped into the door of the Japanese soul, which only needed time to accumulate. You can easily become a powerful Japanese soul.

"I don't know that the patriarch of Yinluo has arrived. It's really a long way to welcome."

"Gaga," the patriarch of Yinluo is a well-dressed middle-aged man, and his strange tone is very uncomfortable. "Old witch, don't talk nonsense with me, hand over all the medicinal herbs planted in Baihuamen, and practice with me. I will repay your disciples for their lives."

"Lord, don't just think about you. I think the little girl behind her is also good. Why don't you leave it to me?" In the fog, a man jumped out again, holding a long gun in his hand, wrapped only a cloth around him, barely covering his lower body. As ugly, he was so scared that the flowers faded.

"Humph, haven't you forgotten the previous lesson?" The girl head of Baihuamen seems very calm, which is completely different from the panic of his disciples.

The patriarch of Yinluozong's face was cold. It seems that he had dealt with this leader before and had suffered losses. "If you put it in peacetime, you naturally dare not, but the old witch, you are crazy when you practice, and think I don't know."

"Then why don't you try it?"

The words of the girl's head made the suzerain of the Yinluo Sect a little suspicious. Could it be that the news was fake, and he was a little at a loss for a moment.

"Master, the old witch is arrogant. Let's see how I deal with her." The ** man with a long gun jumped out.

With a gun in one hand and meditating on the law, the long gun turned into a long black snake, and the exit was dirty, dark and smelly.

The head of Baihuamen shouted softly, his fingers flicked, and the pink flowers fell all over the sky, dispelling all the dirty things. The female disciples of Baihuamen cheered one after another, but Zhao Haoran saw something was wrong. The leader obviously had a great decline in strength, otherwise it should have been extremely easy for her to kill this person. Now it is only even. Enemy.

Hua Baixiang's face has a faint look of worry.

** The big man showed a proud look on his face and waved it again. The long snake opened its mouth and bit at the head of Baihuamen.

The head of the girl was not in a hurry and took out a flower basket. The fragrant smell made the long snake dare not approach and retreated grayly. ** The big man shouted dissatisfiedly.

The suzerain of the Yinluo Sect believed the news that the girl's head was crazy. According to her usual temper, she would kill as soon as she took action, and she would not give her opponent a chance.

waved back the ** big man, and the patriarch of Yinluo was smiling. "If the conditions I said are dissatisfied, it can be negotiated. I don't know what the flower leader's intention is."

The girl's head frowned, "Don't think about it!"

The patriarch of Yinluo snorted coldly and no longer persuaded him. As soon as he raised his hand, five hazy ghosts appeared behind him, as if he had completely lost consciousness. He pinched the formula and rushed to the girl's leader.

The patriarch of Yinluo is similar to that of the girl's head, but the soul art of Baihuamen usually restrains this ghost art and can always gain the upper hand, but at this time, the girl's head is obviously a little powerless.

"Ten thousand demons eat the sky!"

The patriarch of Yinluo shouted, and each of the five ghosts separated the same five bodies, and condensed soul power and flew to the head of Baihuamen.

The girl's head was unpretentious for a moment and was hit by a ghost. These ghosts contain a lot of corpse gas, which is very difficult to touch.

The patriarch of Yinluo laughed and somehow saw Zhao Haoran, who was hiding not far away. "Huh, old witch, why are you still hiding men?"

The head of the girl was injured and heard the sarcastic remarks by the patriarch of Yinluo, and her face looked extremely pale.