Chapter 105 Elixir News

This man's cheeks were slightly fat, with a beard on his mouth, and his eyes were shining. Yan Hao turned out to be a master of Yingyuan.

The middle-aged man said, "Your Excellency came to my Yaowang Pavilion and left after hurting people. It's too much not to pay attention to my Yaowang Pavilion."

"Oh?" Yan Hao said, "Then what are you doing?"

Middle-aged man: "It's very simple. If you want to get out of here today, you will break your arms. Can I think this didn't happen?"

This man is too cruel. Many Taoism methods rely on their hands to cooperate too much. If he breaks his arms, isn't it equivalent to a tiger without minions?

Yan Hao also had a murder in his heart. He thought that the Yaowang Pavilion was too bullying, but he did not show it on his face and said calmly, "What if I don't agree?" Although his cultivation is still a little far from the infant, he has several powerful magic weapons and hidden spirit, so he is not afraid at all.

The middle-aged man sneered: "If you don't agree, I'll get it myself." As soon as the voice fell, the whole thing suddenly disappeared. By the time it appeared again, it had already arrived at Yan Hao's side.

Yan Hao had been guarding him for a long time. He felt that there was one more person around him, and immediately hit Zhenyan's broken knife in his hand. Suddenly shrouded in a radius of ten feet, those customers who watched the scene also retreated one after another, and most of them retreated directly to the street to avoid hurting themselves.

The middle-aged man saw this power, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. Then he turned over and saw a small mirror. The mirror instantly shot a light, blocking Yan Hao's knife back. That mirror is also a masterpiece.

Yan Hao grinned at the corners of his mouth and had another pen in his hand. His hand slid in an instant, and a big word "death" came out of the pen and shot at the middle-aged man.

Yan Hao dragged the knife and followed the word "death". When the word "death" came in front of the middle-aged man, he also cut off the knife again, cooperating with the power of the life and death pen. The Yaowang Pavilion made a loud wind for a while, and the transparent materials outside many medicinal materials could not directly accept the momentum of this knife. It broke.

The middle-aged man's face was more shocked. He didn't expect that Yan Hao still had a unique magic weapon in his hand, and he was afraid of it. He felt the dead air in the deepest part of hell and hit him.

The middle-aged man hurriedly patted the mirror, and the mirror also rose to three feet wide in an instant. The middle-aged man squeezed his index finger, drew a seal on the mirror, and then pointed it. The mirror suddenly radiated at least ten times brighter than the one just now.

The word "death" written by the life and death pen disappeared in an instant. The golden light continued to shoot on Yan Hao.

At this time, Yan Hao cut down with a knife, and a tragic knife and golden light suddenly hit it.

"Boom!"

After a loud noise, Yan Hao's body was shaken away. But after all, the golden light was at the end of the crossbow, and Yan Hao was not injured.

The golden light was cut and scattered everywhere, and I don't know how much the medicinal materials in the Yaowang Pavilion were damaged for a while. The middle-aged man was distressed: "I want to compensate for your life today."

"It's not a big deal." A small tower suddenly appeared in Yan Hao's hand, which had not yet been released. The middle-aged man had already shouted in dismay, "How can it be possible? You actually have a unique treasure."

"Let you see his power." Yan Hao threw the small tower in his hand, and the nine-level floating slaughter suddenly soared, breaking the whole Yaowang Pavilion in an instant. The rising trend did not stop until 100 feet.

It turned out that when Yan Hao was in his self-cultivation, every time the nine-level bubator increased by one foot, his strength increased by one yuan, but now Yan Hao has reached the realm of cultivation. Every time he rises by one foot, his strength increases by ten yuan. At this time, although the nine-level buoyancy was only a hundred feet, it was full of 1,000 yuan. Its power forced all the spectators to retreat a hundred feet away.

"Nine-level Futu, go."

With a finger in Yan Hao's hand, the nine-level Futu, carrying the power of a thousand yuan, fell from the sky in an instant, and even the space seemed to have been collapsed along the way, giving people a feeling of visual confusion.

Now Yan Hao has reached the Zhenyuan period and manipulated the nine-level Futu. Whether it is the speed increase or the speed of the pressure, it is many times faster than the original.

The middle-aged man saw that the great power was coming down, and his face showed a shocking look. He regretted it to the extreme. Why did he provoke this man who seemed to be only in the real era?

Now he has no choice. At such a fast speed, he can't run away. He is cruel and throws the mirror high, and then sprays his own blood on the mirror. The mirror immediately glowed and flew high to meet the ninth-level Futu.

"Puff!"

As soon as the nine-level buoyut pressed on the mirror, the mirror immediately collapsed, and then pressed directly on the mirror body, and suddenly there were several cracks on it.

The middle-aged man finally couldn't stand it anymore and spit out a mouthful of blood. But the nine-level Futu was still falling. He bit his teeth, lifted Zhenyuan all over his body, put his hands together, and suddenly pushed out a palm.

"Boom!"

Another loud noise, the nine-level Futu was thrown high, and Yan Hao's heart couldn't help but be shocked. As soon as his mind moved, the nine-level Futu turned back into a grain of black sand and was swallowed by him into Dantian.

The middle-aged man was bleeding at this time and fell to the ground.

Yan Hao never show mercy to those who want to kill him. As soon as his footsteps moved, he came to the middle-aged man's side. As soon as he raised the broken knife in his hand, he cut at the middle-aged man.

" Stop it!"

A shout suddenly sounded, and before Yan Hao's knife fell, one hand suddenly stretched out, which could stand in front of Zhenyan's broken knife, and his two fingers clamped Zhenyan's broken knife blade. No matter how Yan Hao urges, he can't fall behind.

Yan Hao was also shocked. He looked at the cultivation of people, but he didn't see through it. In this way, at least it is above the divine Yuan period. Yan Hao knew that he was not an opponent, so he immediately withdrew his knife.

A man is an old man in his 60s, but his hair is dark and shiny, his skin is well maintained, and his face is very rosy.

The old man hugged his fist and said, "The old Yan Sanli is the steward of the Yaowang Pavilion. I don't know why this Taoist friend was angry and destroyed my Yaowang Pavilion.

Seeing that the old man was very polite and reasonable, Yan Hao pointed to the middle-aged man on the ground and said, "He wants to break my arms. If it were you, how would he react?"

Yan Sanli understood in an instant, but he didn't overdo it. I'm afraid anyone who has been treated like this will have such a reaction, and said, "It's really wrong for me to do this matter. I'm here to apologize to my Taoist friends. But I believe that this cabinet will not break his Taoist friends' arms for no reason, and there must be a reason. Can Taoist friends tell you one or two?

When Yan Hao saw that he had destroyed the Yaowang Pavilion, Yan Sanli still looked ordinary and couldn't help admiring the old man's self-restraint and said, "Speaking of it, it's not a big deal." He said the matter back and forth.

Yan Sanli listened and sighed. I immediately knew that Yan Hao's words were true. He knows best about the staff in his store. With the power of the Yaowang Pavilion and the extreme power, they are not the monks of the Danyuan period. They will not look at each other at all. I have been reprimanded many times, saying that something will happen sooner or later. Now let's see, it really happened. And as soon as something happened, he destroyed the Yaowang Pavilion, and he was still unreasonable.

Yan Sanli bowed to Yan Hao with his fist: "This is indeed the fault of my Yaowang Pavilion. It's not for me to accompany my Taoist friends on their behalf. I don't know where my friends come from and what to call them?"

Yan Hao is not an unreasonable person, but he is quite reasonable. Seeing that Yan Sanli's cultivation is profound, but he is reasonable and distinguishing between right and wrong, unlike other monks relying on their own cultivation, they speak the word 'reason' and throw it out of the world. I don't particularly like this old man. He did not hide it: "Tianyi Pavilion, Yan Hao."

Yan Sanli listened and quickly saluted again: "It turned out to be a high foot of Tianyi Pavilion, disrespectful and disrespectful."

Yan Hao also replied, "The senior is polite. The younger generation is impulsive and destroys your cabinet. I hope you don't be surprised."

Yan Sanli saw that Yan Hao did not have the arrogance of famous disciples. On the contrary, it was quite decent, and he also had a good impression in his heart. He laughed and said, "Well, I have already warned them that if it goes on like this, something will happen sooner or later. Now it should be fulfilled by Yan Hao's Taoist friends, just teach them a lesson.

Yan Hao smiled and said, "The senior is broad-minded, and the younger generation is ashamed."

Yan Sanli smiled and said, "It sounds awkward. If you don't mind, just call me brother."

Yan Hao was also rude and said with a smile, "I am so presumptuous that my little brother is presumptuous."

Yan Sanli said, "It sounds much better now. By the way, I don't know what medicine Yan Hao wants to buy. If I have it in the Yaowang Pavilion, I will get it for you immediately.

Yan Hao was excited and hurriedly said a leaf of heart grass and deer blood benzoin.

Unexpectedly, Yan Sanli sighed: "I have received a lot of these two medicines, but they are fast and sold quickly. It's almost a matter of being turned upside down. In recent decades, these two drugs have become even more rare. Although the grade is not high, the price is almost comparable to that of precious medicinal herbs.

When Yan Hao heard this, he inevitably felt another disappointment in his heart. Just as he was about to speak, Yan Sanli said again, "If Yanhao really wants to buy these two drugs, there is a leaf of heart grass for sale at this Lingxu auction, but I'm afraid the price is not cheap."

Yan Hao was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "How can I participate in this auction?"

Yan Sanli said, "Brother, I have done this little thing for you. You can attend the meeting tomorrow."

What happened in the world is so strange. Yan Hao destroyed the Yaowang Pavilion. Not only was he fine, but he also made a world-end relationship with the general manager of the Yaowang Pavilion Lingxu Island Branch. This is also a deal that can't be made.

Therefore, Yan Hao's name also spread on Lingxu Island. Especially with his identity as a true disciple of Tianyi Pavilion, most people on Lingxu Island knew Yan Hao's name for a while.

The thin man who sold it to Yan Hao was even more regretful after knowing it. If I had known that I was a disciple of a famous sect, I would have to kill him severely.

That night, Yanhao lived in the backyard of Yaowang Pavilion. Although Yan Hao destroyed the store in front of Yaowang Pavilion, Yaowang Pavilion occupies a large area, but the backyard is fine.

Yan Sanli still had some face on Lingxu Island, and on the same day, he qualified Yan Hao for the meeting.

The next day, Yan Hao appeared in the auction hall of Lingxu Island on time, accompanied by Yan Sanli. He is afraid that Yan Hao doesn't have enough yuan, which can help him at the critical moment.

The auction hall of Lingxu Island is obviously arranged with a large array of space, and the appearance is only about the size. As soon as you enter, it is several miles wide.

There were many people participating in this auction, hundreds of people. Yan Hao looked at it and found several sects, even people in the four gates of magic. The most conspicuous was a young man in a blood robe. The man's face was pale, his cheeks were thin, and he looked like a sick ghost, but he ejaculated in his eyes. In the bloodthirsty light.

Yan Hao had a big head as soon as he saw this person. This is the man of the Blood-eating Hades. He just killed two not long ago. Li Zongsheng's yuan god is still on him, but his mind has not been erased, and Yan Hao can't swallow it.