Another soul-piercing cone appeared in Yang Hao's sea of ​​consciousness.

However, this soul-piercing cone just hung there quietly without flying out.

"Little bald head, why didn't you stop me before?" Yang Hao suddenly asked.

"Why should I stop you? You are not a three-year-old child." The little bald man crossed his two calves and swung them back and forth by the stove, very leisurely.

"Then why don't you ask me why I don't continue to take action now?" Yang Hao asked again.

"Hey, silly Yang, it seems you are really a three-year-old child." The little bald man sighed in a dignified manner.

Yaya, who was lying next to the little bald head, raised his head and nodded vigorously a few times to express his agreement. Even the small stove under the little bald head's butt was not to be outdone, and jumped up a few times to agree.

Yang Hao was speechless. Why did he have to ask this question and be despised when he was so unlucky? What was he thinking, could the little bald man know?

"Little bald man, it seems that the power of this soul-piercing cone is not as powerful as you said? That Nascent Soul monk was able to withstand a ray of soul." Yang Hao changed the subject.

However, as soon as he said these words, Yang Hao immediately regretted it. Because the little bald head had quickly flown up from the small stove, came to Yang Hao, and raised his little hand.

"No! It's not that the soul-piercing cone is not powerful! It's because I'm too scumbag!" Yang Hao quickly added.

What's wrong with me today? I'm looking for trouble as soon as I open my mouth.

I still don’t know what the little bald head is most sensitive to? Are all the slaps I’ve received on the head in vain in the past few years?

"Young fool, don't talk about yourself like that. You are not a scumbag." To Yang Hao's surprise, the little bald man didn't take a shot of his raised hand, but instead said this.

Yang Hao was stunned.

What is the situation?

Has the little bald man changed his temper? Or is the soul-piercing cone really not that powerful?

"Young idiot Yang, how can you be a scumbag? Now you are a scumbag among scumbags." The next sentence of the little bald head immediately broke Yang Hao's suspicion.

On the small stove, Yaya turned over, holding his belly with all four paws at the same time, grinning, and laughing. The small stove also jumped up and down for a while, looking like he was overjoyed.

"Little bald head, you..." Yang Hao was angry.

"Young idiot Yang, please be more careful and practice quickly. Otherwise, if people find out that you were taught by me in the future, where will I put my little face?" The little bald head fell into the stone,

He patted Yang Hao's shoulder, made a sad look, and said in an old-fashioned way.

Yaya and Xiaoluozuo, two guys who didn't take it too seriously to watch the excitement, didn't miss the chance to hit the target this time.

Yaya turned his body to one side and pointed his butt towards Yang Hao. The small stove flew directly from the ground, turned ninety degrees, and turned the bottom of the stove towards Yang Hao. The two little guys made a different look at the same time.

Tell me how we know you Yang Hao.

"You! I..." Yang Hao had a black line on his head.

These three little guys are so annoying!

"Okay, okay, let's be serious." Seeing that Yang Hao was already on the verge of going berserk, the little bald man didn't bother to tease him any more, and instead said: "Young fool, your soul-piercing cone's concentration and drive are not good enough.

It’s a bit like that too.”

"How many times have I practiced, and I'm still just a little bit good?" Yang Hao was a little depressed.

Since learning the soul-piercing awl, Yang Hao himself has lost count of how many times he has practiced it in this sea of ​​consciousness.

"Okay, it looks pretty good." The little bald man raised his evaluation a little higher.

"Isn't this still the same thing?" Yang Hao muttered.

"Yang Fool, what you lack is practical experience." As long as he talks about spiritual practice seriously, the little bald man will never be careless.

Yang Hao absolutely agrees with what the little bald man said.

If a killing technique like the soul-piercing cone has not been tempered in countless actual battles, it will definitely be impossible to exert its true power just by practicing it in the sea of ​​consciousness. Even in the mortal world, I have never heard of such a technique.

The ultimate move does not require actual combat to fully exert its power.

"With my current cultivation level, it's not enough for actual combat, right?" Yang Hao asked cautiously.

The reason why Yang Hao asked so cautiously was not because he was afraid that the little bald man would let him fight with the monks. The reason why he was cautious was because whenever he mentioned his own cultivation, he would get beaten at least eight times out of ten.

"I have to find you a sparring partner." The little bald man did not answer Yang Hao's words, but he also rarely gave Yang Hao a slap. He crossed his two small arms in front of his chest, and then rubbed them with one small hand.

Chin, head lowered, two small eyebrows furrowed, thoughtfully.

Suddenly, the little bald man raised his head and looked towards the small stove and Yaya.

At this moment, Xiaoluo and Yaya had just returned to their normal postures. As soon as Xiaobald looked over, Yaya immediately turned sideways again, facing the direction of Yang Hao and Xiaobald. Xiaoluo also flew up again, turning the bottom of the furnace towards Xiaobald.

Bald.

"Ya Ya! Little stove!" the little bald man shouted softly. His tone was just like an adult preparing to coax two children.

No response.

"Little stove! Yaya!" The little bald man's voice was slightly louder, and he also changed the order of shouting.

Still no response.

"Ya Ya! Small stove!" This time, the little bald man's voice was no longer gentle, but sounded like a command.

Just no response.

Seeing these two little guys pretending to be stupid so blatantly, the little bald man immediately became angry.

With a whoosh, the little bald man flew to the small stove, grabbed one of Yaya's ears with one small hand, and grabbed one of the ears of the small stove with the other small hand, and shouted: "Be honest!"

The small stove fell to the ground, Yaya tilted his head, grinned, stood on his hind legs, put his two front feet together in front of his body, and kept cupping his hands towards the little bald head, as if he were bowing.

However, there is only one small claw on each foot of Yaya, and they cannot be held together, which looks very funny. Moreover, Yaya is grinning at this time. Although it is obviously begging to be let go, its big mouth

, coupled with the mouth full of sharp teeth, there is really no difference between grinning and crying.

Yaya seemed to be aware of this, blinking his eyes constantly and trying his best to look pitiful.

There's nothing I can do, my expression isn't enough, I have to use my eyes to make it up.

"Coward!" Seeing Yaya in such a mess, the little bald man seemed to feel that he couldn't bear it anymore, so he let go of Yaya's ears and cursed fiercely.

Seeing the little bald head let go and hearing the little bald head scolding, Yaya knew that he had escaped this disaster, and his eyebrows immediately squeezed together. But in an instant, Yaya returned to his pitiful look just now.

Don't be too happy! Otherwise, the little bald man will feel that he was just pretending!

"Little stove!" Let Yaya go, and the little bald head turned to the small stove.

The little stove didn't move at all.

"How dare you! Are you still pretending to be dead?!" shouted the little bald man.

The little stove still didn't move at all, but I felt so aggrieved!

It really wants to imitate Yaya and put on a pitiful look, but it doesn't have hands, feet, eyebrows and eyes like Yaya! It can't imitate Yaya's virtue!

With a snap, the little bald head slapped the small stove.

The small stove still didn't move at all. However, the slap was probably too hard, and the little bald head grinned. He didn't know whether it was real pain or fake pain.

"Little Baldy, forget it. Don't embarrass Xiaoluozi and Yaya." Seeing these three living treasures acting like monsters there, Yang Hao was both angry and amused.

In this sea of ​​consciousness, Little Bald Head is definitely the boss. Under normal circumstances, Little Bald Head points east, and Xiao Luozi and Yaya will never face west. But in this matter today, Xiao Luozuo and Yaya seem to be determined not to cooperate with Xiao Luozi.

Bald.

Let’s not talk about Yaya’s performance just now. The fact that the little stove is not moving at all is even more annoying.

This little thing seems to be quite easy-going at ordinary times. Little Baldy and Yaya use it as a bench and bed, but it never gets angry or resists. Even if Yaya's saliva drips on him, the little stove never dislikes it.

However, if this little thing is twisted, it will definitely become a stubborn donkey, or in other words, a stubborn furnace.

When it encounters something it doesn't want to do, it will pretend to be dead. That means, I am just a furnace, I can't see or hear anything.

While he was angry and funny, Yang Hao also felt a little depressed.

"These two little things must think that they are too weak, so they don't want to spar with them." Yang Hao thought depressedly.

No wonder Yang Hao thinks so. In this sea of ​​consciousness, he is indeed the one with the lowest status, and he is also the one who is often despised by the three little guys.

However, Yang Hao was wronging Xiaoluozi and Yaya when he thought so at the moment.

Xiaoluozi and Yaya didn't want to be Yang Hao's sparring partner because they knew the power of the soul-piercing cone too well.

These two little guys have not only seen the power of the soul-piercing cone many times before, but they have also personally "tasted" the taste of the soul-thorn cone. The taste is really sour.

Although the power of Yang Hao's soul-piercing cone is far from comparable to the soul-piercing cone that Xiaoluozuo and Yaya have seen and tasted, once bitten by a snake, he will be afraid of well ropes for ten years.

Moreover, think about Yang Hao's concentration in practicing the soul-piercing awl. If this sparring job continues, how many times will he have to poke his soul in the future? Being poked in the soul is no joke. If there are too many mosquito bites, it will also

It needs to be packed all over.

Therefore, when it comes to being Yang Hao's sparring partner, Xiaoluozuo and Yaya would rather offend the boss, Little Baldy, than die.

The little bald man was rubbing his hands with a grin on his face. When he heard Yang Hao say this, he immediately found a punching bag.

"Young idiot Yang, now you have become a good person. So what do you mean, I can only be your sparring partner?" The little bald man flew to Yang Hao, squinting and looking at him with evil intentions.

To Yang Hao.

"No! No! Absolutely not! Little bald man, how dare I ask you to be my sparring partner?" Yang Hao gave in immediately.
To be continued...