Chapter 430 Who can stop me

"Master!" The golden-winged Dapeng returned to its human form and naturally emitted a sense of indifference from thousands of miles away.

Xia Luo looked at the demon in front of him in surprise. Even if he was severely damaged, he still had an indescribable arrogance and could not be violated by others, but he called the master in front of him the master. His master was really too unexpected.

For many years, she has been thinking about problems in her spare time. She doesn't know whether the choice of that day is right or wrong. Now it seems that there is nothing more proud than the persistence of that day.

"Are you injured?"

Zhaoran's tone has not changed much, but the heart of the golden-winged Dapeng is very warm. He knows that every word said by the person in front of him is from his heart, and there is no falsehood at all. Calling the owner is pleasant and convincing, and there is no unpleasant element at all.

In the traceless mountain, after the golden-winged Dapeng separated from Zhao Haoran, he was not lucky to find the entrance to the fire phoenix nest.

In that riot and chaos, he fled in confusion, and the strange beast with soul saint cultivation was no match at all.

He was forced to display the Haotian hammer to repel a foreign beast that stared at him, but he didn't know that someone had secretly observed all this.

The black-faced and white-skinned people became greedy, and the other party was just a soulless person who was not strong, followed all the way until the empty place in the sea.

Although the golden-winged Dapeng clan is strong, it can't beat its opponents across a level of cultivation, not to mention one person, but two people.

And fight and retreat, here it is.

With the hidden breath method taught to him by Zhao Haoran, he has never revealed his breath.

It was not until he found out Zhao Haoran's existence that he believed that Zhao Haoran would definitely not harm him, so he appeared in front of them and happened to see the scene of Zhao Haoran directly killing the blue-faced man with one palm.

This owner is really unfathomable, and no one can find out his bottom line.

A smile appeared on the cold face of the golden-winged Dapeng, "My injury doesn't matter. Congratulations on your breakthrough again."

Zhao Haoran also returned a smile. The golden-winged Dapeng called "you" instead of the master. It seemed that he should have let go of his previous grudges and really became a friend.

Although they are willing, arrogant people will always feel uncomfortable if they submit to others.

Golden-winged Dapeng is arrogant, but he is straightforward and in line with Zhao Haoran's appetite. Help him at the right time. Whether he will be rewarded or not, these are secondary. Even if he fights against each other in the future, Zhao Haoran will never regret what he has done today. He does not hide anything privately, except for the secrets that can't be told, almost Pass everything on to the golden-winged roc.

Over the years, his cultivation has progressed by leaps and bounds, which is definitely inseparable from his hard practice. More importantly, Zhao Haoran has given him an extremely bright and smooth path.

"Since you don't have time, you can recover from your injury here. I'm going to Hua Yanzong, and there is still an important matter to deal with."

The golden-winged Dapeng's face changed, "I'm afraid it's not appropriate."

It must not be easy to change the color of the golden-winged roc. Zhao Haoran asked doubtfully, "Why, what's wrong with Mercury?"

Golden-winged Dapeng nodded, "I'm afraid the whole yellow desert star field is looking for you. Almost everyone knows that you have got a lot of phoenix blood, so..."

Golden-winged Dapeng did not go on, but Zhao Haoran understood what he meant. What a vast area the whole Huangmo star domain was pursuing him alone, which was also a kind of unbearable glory.

"It's better to stay for a period of time and pass a hundred years in a flash. At that time, no one will remember that there was such a person."

I have to say that what the golden-winged Dapeng said is very reasonable. In Mercury, where there are many strong people, Zhao Haoran is nothing at all. Once found, it may be endless trouble and difficult to escape.

Zhao Haoran laughed at himself and said, "I didn't expect that one day I could be famous."

Many people may have only heard about what happened on Huang Moxing before and did not take it in their hearts. Now the ** of Phoenix Blood has made many people get to know Zhao Haoran again. This soul who came from nowhere is not high in cultivation, but his strength is extremely strong.

It is a miracle to monopolize the fire phoenix and escape safely under the hands of several soul saints.

"Since you want to find me, just come." Zhao Haoran smiled indifferently, "You take good care of your injury. In the future, the world will be so big that you and I can't go. How can a small Mercury trap me?"

Xia Luo was nervous for a while, "Master, if you can't, slow down. I'm not in a hurry."

"Isn't it urgent?"

Zhao Haoran shook his head. How could he not be in a hurry to avenge the extermination of the clan?

"Don't worry, who dares to stop me, kill without mercy."

Xia Luo didn't say anything more. In her eyes, the master was the strongest, and she knew it from the moment she stepped into the ice sword.

The golden-winged Dapeng knew Zhao Haoran's temper and did not persuade him much. With his current cultivation, he could not help at all. He did not hesitate to turn around and sneak into the island without saying a word. This is the golden-winged Dapeng, and his actions are often more powerful than words.

"Xia Luo, don't look at it. Let's go. None of those people from Hua Yanzong can escape."

It seems that when he thought of what had happened before, Xia Luo's body was full of murderous energy and stirred up surging waves.

One wave after another slapped on the beach, digesting the only trace left by the green and black skin.

Only a few people know Zhao Haoran's face. A strong man can lock him to death by breath. His simple appearance has no effect. He simply maintains his original appearance. Because of his dark hair, it is very different from that in the description, and no one doubts him.

The narrow pub was full. Xia Luo obviously did not experience such scenes and wiped it on the chair many times before sitting down at ease.

Zhao Haoran just smiled and didn't say anything.

Xia Luo seemed to feel Zhao Haoran's eyes and was a little embarrassed. "Many people are sitting here. It's very dirty."

The two sat down, ordered a pot of wine, a few side dishes, and sat quietly. Because they were in the corner, no one noticed the situation here.

There are all kinds of people in this kind of place. It is most appropriate to get all kinds of information.

This place is not far from Huayanzong. Many mortals know the existence of the soul sect. It is the dream of many people to enter the soul sect to practice, so it is not surprising to see the soul. You can often see the existence of the soul in the pub.

After a few casual glances, I found several moon souls talking loudly at the wine table not far away.

"In such a long time, the grandson seems to have disappeared, and no one can find it."

"Who can be accurate? It can slip away under the eyes of the soul saint. What kind of cultivation should it be? Even if it appears, it has nothing to do with us. We can't even drink soup."

"This is not necessarily. I think those children who have just stepped into January's cultivation are eager to try and find Zhao Haoran. Even if they smell the blood of the phoenix, it is also a great harvest. What's more, many sects have posted reward orders. If anyone finds his whereabouts, it is also ten soul crystals, enough for us to practice for a long time. It's time."

"Forget it, I don't know how many people are trying to get those ten soul crystals. Isn't it so easy to hold the things of the sect?"

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Zhao Haoran did not continue to listen. There was really no useful news about the moon soul. It seems that the situation is more serious than expected. For the blood of the phoenix, these sects are simply crazy. If the secret of the ancient gods and demons is exposed, I don't know what will happen.

Souls, large and small, no longer practice at ease, and all came out to look for Zhao Haoran's traces.

However, several years have passed, and many people have already chosen to give up. Smart people have found that it is better to practice than to win the prize aimlessly.

Then more people keep pursuing Zhao Haoran's footprints with the idea of hitting big luck.

"Let's go." Seeing that there was no useful news, Zhao Haoran did not want to stay any longer. The atmosphere here was noisy and not a good place to go.

As soon as I stood up, I heard the sound of pedaling from the stairs.

Those who can drink and chat upstairs are all souls of some identity. Mortal people can't stop at all. Xia Luo inadvertently raised his head, his expression changed, and his footsteps could no longer move at all.

"Why, do you know him?" Zhao Haoran looked at him with an arrogant look. The little man in the pub smiled and was saying something.

Xia Luo nodded vigorously, and there was no doubt about the murder in his eyes, "It was him who killed my father with his own hands, and I will never forget it."

"Just kill him." Zhao Haoran's tone is light. There is no reason in this world, and no one can tell you anything. Only strong and invincible cultivation can have the right to speak.

The man also noticed the change of breath here. He glanced and was almost scared. Others didn't know it, but he couldn't forget that Zhao Haoran's power was awesome when he was in Hua Yanzong. Since the news came out that Zhao Haoran took the blood of the fire of the phoenix, he had seen Zhao Haoran's The disciples of Hua Yanzong are all worried.

Even if his hair changed color, he couldn't forget it. When he grew up, he never said anything.

The cultivation in the middle of March really made Zhao Haoran not interested. Xia Luo's body exuded a chill, and the whole tavern sensed that it was not good.

As soon as it disperses, the boss can only secretly complain about bad luck. At this time, who has time to pay for the wine, it is normal for the fight between souls in this area, but this person is still a disciple of Hua Yanzong. He is usually doomed and has never eaten free food, and no one dares to say anything.

I didn't expect that someone would dare to think about him here, and his expression seemed to be very afraid.