He sneered, and a burst of energy popped out of his fingers, which was just close to the noble man's face and penetrated into the ground. With a buzzing sound, it formed a hole the size of a copper coin. Several pieces of broken wood splashed out and hit Hua Weisheng's face, scraping out red marks, and blood beads slowly penetrated along the face.

The young master Hua San's eyebrows slightly condensed, and a humming sound was almost heard in his throat. Seeing the scorching gaze from the front, he knew that he had revealed his flaws and could no longer pretend. He opened his eyes slightly, smiled, and sat up with his hands. [bsp;    "It seems that the young master has figured out the mystery of this crystal and has gained a lot from it. Wei Sheng congratulated him here, but..." Hua Wei Sheng frowned, changed his tone, and was a little indecisive.

"But what?" Chen Hao asked in a deep voice with a slight slap in his heart.

Hua Weisheng shook his head and said, "Although your cultivation seems to have made great progress, even if you meet the Sixth Elder Li Lanqiu, you can still keep your head steady. If you encounter the monk of the same surname who has formed a golden elixir, you may still be unable to match it."

"Oh, how can I see it?" Chen Hao asked lightly.

"I have seen this man take action in his real body. His every move is accompanied by the surging of vitality and the thunder is buzzing. He also has a seven-layer pagoda in blue, which is covered with the ground fire and water wind. If it pours out with all its strength, it is probably no less than the power of the thunder that day. There is a pearl embedded in the top of the pagoda, which contains a silver-white sharp sword energy. At that time, a monster that has formed an inner alchemy and has become a climate came to make trouble in our Lingjiang Gate, but was killed by the tower beads in an instant, which shows the sharp power of this treasure."

"What?" Chen Hao exclaimed in surprise, and just now he condensed the second petal of heart lotus. He felt the surging Yuanli in his body. A hint of a sense of pride appeared in his heart, but suddenly he was poured with cold water by someone, and a solemn look appeared on his face.

He thought that his cultivation had made great progress, and the soul star bead could continuously provide rich spiritual energy for its recovery. He could no longer have the risk of exhausting the spiritual power in his eyes. Even if he faced the cultivator who had survived the great catastrophe of dragon and tiger, he had no fear, but now he seemed to be a little taken for granted.

If the pagoda in the hands of this cultivator surnamed Li was truly as Hua Weisheng said, he would probably not have any benefit at all. The Tianli Immortal Sword was sealed, and the Kongyue Sword now only has the sharpness of the top-grade magic weapon, which can only offset the power of the other party's magic weapon. The Tianxuan Treasure Pearl gradually disappeared in the spiritual platform after Master Zangkong entered the origin of the Buddha's land space. If it weren't for the existence of the Buddha's land at any time, he would probably suspect that this precious Buddha treasure had been lost.

Even though there is the sharpness of the divine light of the spiritual eye, it takes a while for each two divine light to recover. During this period, the entire body's energy will be exhausted, but it is like being in a sea of ​​swords and fire, and may die at any time.

Master Zangkong once said that only by achieving a heart lotus with nine petals can one be comparable to a Taoist elixir. Now he has only achieved two petals, which is as far away from what he said is as far away from heaven and earth. He was so complacent that he was so proud before.

He frowned and thought for a while, and said lightly: "The Third Young Master is right. If you use my current cultivation level to compete with the cultivator Li, you really don't have much chance of winning. You are seriously injured. Why not take a rest for a while and take good care of your body. I will practice for a while, so that I can do it to complete it."

After saying that, he didn't care about the look of horror and resentment in Hua Weisheng's eyes. He whipped his sleeves and slammed his temples with a strong force, knocking him out again.

Chen Hao walked back to the bed and sat cross-legged slowly. A strange smile from his mouth gradually disappeared. His face was a little heavy. People said that they knew themselves and their enemies and won every battle, but he knew nothing about the coming enemy. Judging from the words of the third young master Hua, he could not get an accurate data to measure his strength. The only thing he could do was to keep entering and leaving the soul star stone space, absorb the rich energy inside into the dantian, and help the heart lotus grow rapidly, hoping to reach another step before the enemy arrived.

Just now, when he heard the third young master Hua San talk about the horror of Dancheng monk, he had thought of leaving here for a while to avoid the edge of the situation, but this thought was instantly extinguished by him throughout his life. Not to mention that the young man who had already agreed to call Zheng Hanxing would do his best to rescue his sister. If he escaped this time, an indelible shadow would be left in his heart. It would be difficult for his cultivation to improve any more. It would be better to stay and fight hard, and fight together to see how powerful this Dancheng monk has.

If you really reach a dangerous situation, you will never be able to enter the Buddha land space for a temporary escape. Although it will increase the burden on the entire space, you will not have any major changes in the space when you take refuge.

Chen Hao made up his mind and his mind diverged into strands of filaments again. After entering the Soul Star Stone, he condensed into a purple giant phantom, and continued to repeat the matter of plundering the clouds of vitality. The lotus in his body shines brightly, and the third petal of the lotus is slowly turning into real little by little.

The sun sets westward and the sky gradually becomes dark. The postman has come a few times and wants to light a candle inside, but he finds that the doors and windows are locked and can't be pushed open no matter how hard he tries. He has to give up helplessly. Just as he was about to leave, he found that it is bright inside, illuminating the oil paper pasted on the window ridges, making the clouds colorful and changeable, just as if there is a strange treasure inside.

A trace of greed flashed in his eyes, but he quickly shook his head and dispelled it. Although the treasure is good, he must have the fate to spend it. With the methods shown by the people in the house before, I am afraid that thousands of people who come forward are not enough to kill others with one hand. Why bother to ask for something that they are destined to be unavailable?

The post officer slowly walked down the stairs step by step. The lobby was quiet. The heavy rain falling from the sky had stopped. The ground was wet. From the hole in the zenith, you could see the still dark clouds.

The warriors had left not long ago. These people witnessed the previous struggle, especially Chen Hao asked a servant to return to Lingjiangmen to deliver a letter. Everyone knew that this place had become a place of right and wrong. The head on his shoulder wanted to hold on for a while, and he didn't dare to come here easily.

Only the black-faced man turned around and stared at him when he was parting. His expression was quite complicated, he was a little hopeful, a little awe and a little confused, but he turned around and left with a loud look amid the urging of his companions.

The postman walked to a pillar in the center of the lobby, took out a flint from his arms and lit the charred torch, making a sizzling sound, dispelling the darkness in the house, reflecting a mottled and messy shadow, and the wood chips and tiles splashed all over the ground, making a mess.

He sighed and greeted the servants from several stations, wanting to clean up the place for a while, at least in the middle of the night, he would not hurt himself. But at this moment, a shocking explosion came from outside, causing the entire wooden house to tremble. The few people were shocked and wanted to go out to check it out, but they heard a loud shout out of nowhere.

"Where is my son Wei Sheng? You can't hand him over quickly. If you lose one of his hair, you will definitely die without a complete body to be buried with you!"

There was another loud bang, and a huge rock about a few feet high and weighing thousands of pounds fell from the sky, smashing a piece of green tiles, and several thick beams of the house quickly fell towards the middle of the lobby.

The post officer and Yiying servant looked pale. They wanted to avoid it but were powerless. They could only watch the huge rock roaring down in despair, about to smash them into meat paste.

As the tragedy was about to be produced, a snow-white sword energy shot out from the air, slashing the huge rock, and only a rumbling sound was heard. The huge rock was disintegrated into countless pieces, causing the people below to hurt their bodies, screaming, but they had no worries about their lives.

The people rolled and crawled into the kitchen, huddled in a corner, holding their heads and trembling all over, fearing that they would be affected by the fish again.

But he heard a voice and said lightly, "It's just a grudge between you and me. Why bother venting your anger with these ordinary people who are not attached to each other?"

With a "bang", the two doors were torn apart like paper. The fragments were deeply embedded on the walls in the distance, making a dull and aggressive sound. A man walked out of the house. The man was wearing a green robe, with black hair dancing, and two golden flames in his pupils. He held a snow-white sword in his hand, and a surging power was revealed around him, which made the wooden handrails at the stairs creak overwhelmed.

This is Chen Hao who has already come out of seclusion. His breath cannot be completely absorbed, so he feels like he is showing his sharpness, like a sword unsheathed. Who in the world can block his edge!

The cloud of vitality in the Soul Star Stone was almost endless. He kept collecting it and instilling it into his dantian. His cultivation has now improved by leaps and bounds, and the heart lotus has condensed into four petals. The green lotus is flickering from time to time, and several invisible lights flowing on it. The projection transformed in his hand is also very different from before.

The sharp air made the air around it a little distorted. He tentatively activated the lotus shadow in his hand to emit a beam of light, and a buzzing sound of flying chips was shook out. The wooden ground was sunken, revealing the soil under the ground. At this moment, it was soaked in the rain and splashed out a large piece of yellow mud.

Chen Hao's face was solemn, and his body was walking out of the house step by step, and his mind did not relax. To his surprise, it was Hua Weisheng's father Hua Chengfeng, not the Sixth Elder Li Lanqiu and the mysterious Dancheng monk. Could it be that the servant who asked Zheng Yuan to go back and get things done?

He gently exerted force under his feet, crossed the mess at the door, stood on a long bluestone horizontally in the mud, and frowned at the figure not far away, but saw that the man was eight feet tall, wearing a black robe, with his skin in bronze, his face was messy, his eyes were shining, and he stared at the front with an angry face.
Chapter completed!