Chapter 51 You can't

"My master is very good. Thank you, Brother Lu, for your care." Zhao Haoran couldn't figure out Lu Yuanqing's idea and could only say it perfunctorily.

"That's good, that's good." Lu Yuanqing turned his eyes. He also thought about it for a long time before he remembered where he had heard the name. Zhao Haoran has always lived a simple life. Few of the three generations of disciples have seen him. Occasionally, he just heard others say that the speed of cultivation is extremely fast, and most people are a little disdainful.

There are many people with high talent, but in the end they are all immersed in the long river of history. People who really reach the realm of Japanese souls are often not talented. It is just easier to be talented, because highly talented soul people are easy to be touted and blindly confident, but Zhao Haoran in front of him does not seem to belong to belong to that kind.

It is estimated that several people can't even think of it. Zhao Haoran can hardly say that he has no talent. With his tenacious will and some good opportunities, he can achieve today's cultivation.

The soul man named Lin Fu timidly and hid aside without saying anything. Zhao Haoran was a little strange. How could such a person do such a secret?

Hou Shan and the silver-haired wind demon stood quietly behind Lu Yuanqing, not knowing what they were thinking.

"Brother Zhao, we also know each other now. It's not easy to do this thing of swallowing magic weapons alone." Lu Yuanqing pretended to be helpless, as if he had received a great grievance and threw the problem to Zhao Haoran to see what he would say.

Zhao Haoran sneered in his heart. Lu Yuanqing was also shameless. He had never heard of such a rule as Lanhaizong. In order to compete for the magic weapon, he really didn't want to be ashamed. I don't know what kind of magic weapon it was. Three or four people came to force him.

"Brother Lu, I'm afraid you haven't figured out the situation. Is that one credible or not? I know that Brother Feng Yang never tells lies, so don't be provoked by traitors." Zhao Haoran just said it casually, but let Lu Yuanqing meditate.

As soon as he heard about the windy baby, Hou Shan knew that it was impossible to get it with his own strength, so he encouraged the silver-haired wind demon and Lu Yuanqing, both of whom were powerful and extraordinary strong men among the three generations of disciples.

Under Lin Fu's explanation, several people roughly knew the beginning and end of the matter. At the beginning, Lin Fu didn't want to come in person. In order to force the wind, Lu Yuanqing promised benefits, which reluctantly pulled the timid and fearful person over.

Lin Fu looked at the five people's straight eyes in horror and stammered, "I don't know anything. Don't ask me. Where is the baby is Fengyang? I saw it with my own eyes, and he admitted it just now."

Feng Yang frowned. At this time, he felt that things were a little unusual. Lin Fu was so timid, and it was not good for him to say it. Obviously, someone wanted to frame himself, so he gave him back guidance and pushed Lin Fu out.

Lu Yuanqing pondered for a moment, "Brother Zhao, I don't think it's better. Let's take care of the magic weapon there. I don't think the soul skill you just broke through the strong hurricane is very powerful. I don't know if you can teach you to enhance our strength of the Blue Sea Sect."

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose. Lu Yuanqing was a good idea. It turned out that he had just used the means. Even if he wanted to give it to him, it was impossible, not to mention Zhao Haoran felt disgusted when he saw him. "Brother Lu, I'm afraid this is not appropriate."

Lu Yuanqing shook his fingers gently, "Brother Zhao, it's difficult for me to say so. Today, Hou Shan and Feng Mo and I can't get nothing here, right? Don't you think about it anymore?"

"No," Zhao Haoran's gloomy face. Lu Yuanqing is indeed an old man who has lived for hundreds of years. Unfortunately, his mind is not right. "It's getting late, Brother Feng, why don't you sit at my place."

Lu Yuanqing immediately changed his face and his eyes were slightly cold. "Brother Zhao, don't blame your ruthlessness."

"Hmm!" Zhao Haoran was also really angry, "Brother Lu, I'm afraid it won't work based on your strength alone."

"Boom"

A pillar of fire without warning hit Zhao Haoran's chest. He didn't expect Lu Yuanqing to start so suddenly. His body retreated more than ten steps before stopping. The cloth shirt on his chest broke a big hole and turned dark. This cloth shirt was bought for Zhao Haoran when Haiya was in Shigang City.

After coming out of Song Wei's residence today, I just put it on at Haiya's request, but I didn't expect it to become like this in less than a day.

"Looking for death." Zhao Haoran stepped on his feet, and the hot wheel appeared directly. It was much faster than the previous soul skill. Lu Yuanqing must have been prepared for a long time, otherwise he would not have released the soul skill directly. However, his hidden means were still good. Zhao Haoran did not find the fluctuation of soul power at all.

"Fire Dragon Binding"

The ring looks more delicate than ever, but the speed has not changed much. The burning flame has a sense of heat at a long distance. The silver-haired wind demon and Hou Shan dodged awkwardly. As long as the fire ring touches the body, it will burn out the flame, and it is difficult to extinguish. Lu Yuanqing is much better.

Zhao Haoran made a conclusion about his cultivation in the middle of the February soul. He didn't know what magic weapon he used to cover up his breath and made himself unable to detect it. I'm afraid that Yuanqing also mistakenly thought that Zhao Haoran also covered up his breath, otherwise he would not dare to say anything.

You will know by looking at his means of breaking the fire dragon binding. Circles wrapped around his body and offset by the firering of the fire dragon binding. His pale face let him know that he must have met his opponent this time, but it was too late to retreat at this time.

Zhaoran sneered and would not be honest if he didn't teach them a lesson.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up." Lu Yuanqing roared, and the silver-haired wind demon and Hou Shan stood aside timidly. Zhao Haoran's strength had caused fear. Lin Fu saw that the situation was not good and had long known where he had gone.

Zhao Haoran didn't care about an indifferent character. Feng Yang sighed a little in his heart. It was really unimaginable that the teenager in the mountain village had grown to this extent two years ago.

"Hurricane"

"earth escape"

Silver-haired wind demon and Hou Shan knew that there was really no chance if they didn't take action at this time. They used all their soul power and launched the strongest blow.

Zhao Haoran suddenly felt much pressured a lot. The two souls in January, Hou Shan, the soul in the middle of January, the silver-haired wind demon in the late January, and Lu Yuanqing were the souls in the middle of February. Except for Hou Shan, the three were quite strong souls.

"Fire Dragon Attachment"

The powerful fire dragon has completely changed its appearance, and the purple light keeps shining. Zhao Haoran guessed that it might be related to the mysterious snake beads and looked through a lot of classics. Song Wei looked all over his room and found no information about the strange snake. Zhao Haoran is no longer the ignorant teenager of that year.

The snake is definitely not an ordinary beast, at least at the level of a spirit beast, but unfortunately it can't find a corresponding spirit beast.

"Fire Dragon Explosion"

The power of the moon soul power was vividly reflected at this moment. The strong invasion wave pushed the close wind back more than ten feet, and the leaves made a rattling sound, and the three people in Yuanqing were even worse. Their hair was scattered, their skin turned black, and they could faintly smell a smell of meat.

"Van God Fire"

As soon as Zhao Haoran opened his mouth, he heard the silver-haired wind demon loudly begging for mercy.

Lu Yuan looked at Zhao Haoran coldly, "This is in Lanhaizong. Does he really dare to kill us?"

"Then I'll try it today." Zhao Haoran smiled slightly, but it was extremely terrible in the eyes of Hou Shan and the silver-haired wind demon.

"You can't kill me. My master is Lian Zhu." The chic and arrogance of the silver-haired magic recipe disappeared without a trace. Zhao Haoran was really murderous, and none of these three people could live.

Zhao Haoran was stunned, but he did not doubt the silver-haired wind demon. There is no need for him to tell lies at this time. Lian Ruoqian, the son of Lian Zhu, was killed by him. Zhao Haoran's method of the Japanese soul is really incomprehensible. He doesn't know if he has any way to find himself. He has been worried about it. During this period I'm about to forget.