[Polang: A disciple of the Daqian Shen Sect, one of the owners of the Secret Whispering Slate. His main task is to collect intelligence and transmit information. When he found out about your arrival, he knew that the slate had changed hands. In order to know the truth, he used magic weapons to isolate the breath of the slate and set up a dragnet here.

, waiting for you to take the bait.]

Looking at the feedback from magical powers, Jiang Hao has already understood

It's not that the person who brought him here didn't show up, it's that he was always there.

I ignore others because of the slate.

It seems that I don’t have enough experience.

"Won't you, fellow Taoist, sit down?" Polang opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Hao and asked.

"No." Jiang Hao took out the half-moon sword and stood up, saying:

"I'm just here to do business. I don't need to stay here like my predecessors."

Po Lang smiled, looked at Jiang Hao and said:

"It's a long night, why not sit down and chat?"

Jiang Hao didn't want to waste time. Normally it would be fine if he sat down and chatted, but Hong Yuye was by his side.

The longer it takes, the worse it will be for him.

"I'll keep the story short." Jiang Hao looked at Po Lang coldly and said:

"Do you have the Secret Slate with you? Do you know who is behind the Slate?"

After the words fell, the entire mountain temple fell silent.

Only crackling sounds could be heard from time to time in the fire.

"What are fellow Taoists talking about?" Polang asked.

Jiang Hao looked at him calmly, as if he was watching the other party's performance.

Polang fell into silence.

After a long time, he looked at Jiang Hao and said in confusion:

"How did you tell?"

Naturally, Jiang Hao would not tell the other party that he had been identified by magical powers. His voice was calm:

"If you don't want to pretend, let's get to the point."

"Although we are using the Whispering Slate, it does not belong to the person who uses it.

You are really not afraid of offending others." Polang laughed.

"Do you know the whereabouts of the other slates? Or know who we will offend?" Jiang Hao asked again.

Offending others is not something he considers.

Let’s talk about it if the other party has Hongyu Yeqiang.

"I know a little bit, but why should I tell you?" Polang stood up slowly and sneered:

"One of you is in the middle stage of foundation building, and the other is in the late stage of foundation building.

What qualifications do I have to tell you what you want to know?"

Jiang Hao lowered his eyebrows and understood what the other party meant.

Clang!

Half Moon Unsheathed.

The magic sound moves thousands of miles.

In an instant, he came to Polang and waved his long knife.

This sudden change surprised Polang, and what frightened him was that he actually felt chills after Jiang Hao slashed him with his sword.

The protective magic weapon is activated subconsciously.

However, this magic weapon was instantly shattered and disintegrated under this sword.

Boom!

The knife fell on Polang's neck, and the stone statue of the mountain god behind him was chopped into pieces with a huge sound.

When the other party was frightened, Jiang Hao calmly said:

"Can we talk now?"

"You..." Polang said in disbelief:

"Not foundation building?"

Clang!

The sword light swept across, and Polang was stabbed in the neck.

Blood keeps spilling.

"Tell me, where are your slate and other slates? Who is the person behind it?" Jiang Hao said calmly and indifferently.

"I don't know much about the people behind the scenes," Polang said.

"Continue." Jiang Hao said coldly.

"I hid my slate somewhere else. Because it was far away, you didn't notice it." Polang explained.

Lie, Jiang Hao did not expose his lies and continued:

"Where are the other slates?"

"Other stone slabs are distributed in various places in Youyun Mansion. I only know of two places where they have traces.

One is Zuo Lan from Tiantu City next door, and the other is from a small sect..." Po Lang's expression turned cold when he said this.

At this time, the two foundation builders who were warming themselves by the fire suddenly rose up and attacked Jiang Hao.

"Why bother?" Jiang Hao sighed.

Slash Polang with one knife.

The first move of the Heavenly Sword is to cut the moon.

Poof!

With a single blow, the heads were separated.

Instantly kill the wolf.

"You..."

Watching the scene spinning in front of him, Po Lang was a little unbelievable.

He hasn't told where the slate is yet, so why would the other party kill him directly?

As the main body died, the two foundations also fell instantly.

Jiang Hao was a little surprised that the spiritual clone had no independence at all?

It doesn’t feel like it.

Then he lifted Ban Yue and gave each of the two foundation builders a knife.

When killing the second person, the other person really has autonomy and needs to escape.

How could Jiang Hao let the other party succeed?

Kill the enemy with a direct slash of the moon.

‘It’s right to be cautious.’

Later, for safety, he added two more cuts to Polang's body.

After thinking about it, I gave the two foundation builders two swords.

He stood there and waited for a moment, checking whether some people's spirits had stretched to ensure that there would be no new clones.

Shaoshi.

Jiang Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

Hong Yuye in the back watched the whole process without saying a word, as if he didn't exist.

When Jiang Hao started searching for the stored magic weapon, she spoke:

"Are you being too cautious?"

"The world of cultivation is very dangerous, and there is no way to determine the enemy's methods.

You should be careful." Jiang Hao picked up the wolf-breaking storage magic weapon and said.

He tried to open it and found a mark on it.

After erasing it casually, I found that the other party was somewhat wealthy.

Three thousand six hundred and twenty-three spiritual stones.
To be continued...