1Although the Demon King Pill treasure is worth selling, Su Zhao doesn’t know whether the Demon King Pill treasure can elevate practitioners in the Daoji realm to the realm of condensed pills, or whether it can elevate practitioners in the realm of condensed pills to the realm of golden pills.
Coming out of the cave, Su Zhao looked into the distance with a pair of cold eyes. White snow was still falling, and there were still dark clouds in the sky that had not dispersed for more than ten days.
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and a white sun.
Su Zhao hid the little white fox in his arms, stretched out his right hand, small snowflakes fell on his palm, and were warmed by the temperature in Su Zhao's palm. Su Zhao said lightly: It's snowing, it's another winter day!
I don’t know who took away the treasure of Demon King Dan!
Su Zhao clenched his fists and felt the energy filling his body. He had no problem protecting himself now!
Su Zhao didn't wear a cyan mask. He didn't wear a cyan mask when he entered the cave. Naturally, he wouldn't wear a cyan mask when he came out to prevent being watched by interested people. Everything in Nanhuang Mountain is full of dangers. If you reveal too many back tricks, others will
Notice his presence.
Su Zhao looked towards the opposite side with a cold face, with a sense of sadness and solemnity in his eyes.
Lifting his feet, Su Zhao, dressed in dark black clothes, walked down the hillside with steady steps.
There were still many practitioners sitting at the stone gate. Before Su Zhao could take a few steps closer, a demon cultivator suddenly took action and swung out a palm. The white palm print quickly hit Su Zhao's feet.
Su Zhao stood still, staring at the practitioner with a gloomy look. The practitioner's palm prints also exploded in front of Su Zhao!
The practitioner had a slight look of disdain in his eyes, stared at Su Zhao and sneered. This is not the place you should be, get out!
The opponent's aura emanated, fluctuating in the Daoji realm, but the aura was one level stronger than Su Zhao's.
It turns out that he is a practitioner in the sixth realm of Daoji. If he dares to stop me, he either knows me or wants to use me to scare the monkeys! Su Zhao looked at this practitioner with a dignified look in his eyes.
This cultivator has a relatively well-proportioned figure, with an average height of five and a half feet, and a pale complexion. This kind of whiteness is like a weak whiteness where the body has been hollowed out. People can't help but want to hide away and don't want to get close to him.
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He was dressed in a gorgeous pink dress, with ten golden rings on his hands. His black hair was spread behind his head. He had a paper fan standing in front of him, with the handle stuck in the ground.
Su Zhao looked at the seat next to him. There were also strong men in the Dan Condensation Realm of Diyan Sect. He had a suspicion in his heart. He looked at the pink-clothed practitioner and said coldly: "Who do you think you are? You dare to control me to eliminate demons."
The matter of the teacher’s sect!
He turned out to be a disciple of the Demon Slayer Sect. Zhao Wuqian was the wrong person!
The elders of the Demon Slayer Sect are not here, they have all gone in. Even if the young man in black is a member of the Demon Slayer Sect, what can he do? He is still being bullied!
How can the eight sects of the Four Kingdoms be so easily bullied? I bet two and one Qi-enhancing Pills that Zhao Wuqian will be defeated today. Do you want to bet?
OK, I'll bet two coins that Zhao Wuqian will be unlucky!
Your sister, don’t you think highly of the disciples of the Demon Slayer Sect?
Huh, I'm just not optimistic about it, but I'm not stupid. There is a god in the demon slayer sect, and I don't know who dares to provoke them!
Su Zhao heard the conversation between the two and smiled in his heart, he was a god. However, Su Zhao also wanted to test his strength in the fifth level of Daoji to see if a practitioner in the sixth level of Daoji would still challenge him.
Just like before, you can fight across the border!
Zhao Wuqian's expression changed, and the cunning light in his eyes moved back and forth. Su Zhao's eyes had a gleam of excitement, which was undisguised, making Zhao Wuqian feel a little restless.
Why don't the disciples of the Demon Slayer Sect carry a sword and carry a spiritual beast in their arms? It doesn't look like something that a disciple of the Demon Slayer Sect can do.
It is the responsibility of the Demon Slayer Sect to eliminate demons. Su Zhao did not wear the sect clothes that people from the Demon Slayer Sect often wear, and he did not carry a sword.
This is not intentional to create misunderstandings with the vast number of fellow Taoists!
Zhao Wu gritted his front teeth, his heart skipped a beat, and he stood up with great momentum.
Come, come, Zhao Wuqian is going to kill people and silence them!
He doesn't dare!
Zhao Wuqian sneered, glared at the two guys who spoke freely, faced Su Zhao, and spoke first: I just had a bad look, I recognized the wrong person, I thought you, fellow Taoist, was one of my closest friends, and I almost hurt you.
, what a sin!
Su Zhao looked indifferent, and there was no hint of dissatisfaction in his tone: It doesn't matter.
Zhao Wuqian thought that Su Zhao had given him a step up, and he was quite happy. The disciples of the Demon Slayer Sect also knew how to judge the situation, and knew that his cultivation level at the fifth level of Daoji was not my opponent, so he was unwilling to fight with me, so that's fine.
The result was pretty good for both of us.
Su Zhao's face suddenly darkened, and his eyes were even more aggressive and domineering: Then I want to show you your ability and test your friend's strength to make him retreat!
Zhao Wuqian's relatively pale face also became gloomy, like a snow cloud that was so dense that it could not be melted away. It was so gloomy that it made people feel depressed. His pink clothes swayed, and the pressure of the powerful sixth realm of Daoji was radiated out. He
The voice became a little shrill: Do you really want to fight Zhao?
Su Zhao clenched his fist, his spiritual power kept flowing, and he punched out: That's still fake!
Zhao Wu's front feet were on the same spot, and his upper body fell backwards, forming a landslide with the ground. Su Zhao attacked with his fist. Zhao Wuqian bent down slightly, his speed increased sharply, and he rolled over to avoid Su Zhao's fist.
Zhao Wuqian's speed was faster than Su Zhao's, and his black hair was moving in the wind. He was as cold as the ice in a cellar ten feet underground, and was filled with the smell of dust that made people reluctant to get close.
Su Zhao's eyes changed slightly. This was the first time he saw someone who was slightly faster than him in a practitioner who was not much different from him.
I just don’t know if his power is that strong!
Zhao Wuqian saw that Su Zhao had no kneading skills in his hands and no body-protecting skills on his fists. He sneered and secretly scolded Su Zhao for being ignorant.
A low-level person must be surprised and rely on weird and unpredictable Taoist techniques to attack practitioners who are higher than him. Otherwise, how can you, a low-level kid, be the opponent of a high-level practitioner! Zhao Wuqian sneered, his eyes flashing.
A hint of disdain that victory is within reach.
What can the disciples of the Demon Slayer Sect do? As long as they don’t kill the disciples of the Demon Slayer Sect and let this disciple suffer a little, the Demon Slayer Sect will not kill me no matter how hard it tries to protect my shortcomings.
Zhao Wuqian thought of this, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth, and pinched more than a dozen spiritual techniques with both hands, condensing them into a powerful Taoist technique. In front of Zhao Wuqian, a ball of spiritual light exploded, and the light points turned into steel needles.
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Zhao Wuqian watched Su Zhao change direction with his fists and attack Su Zhao again like a tiger descending the mountain, and said loudly: Zhao wants to teach you that in a practitioner's battle, no matter how strong your fists and kicks are, they can't change the outcome!
Zhao Wuqian hugged the steel needle turned into a photoelectric with his hands, a sneer flashed in his eyes, and he shouted low, the steel needle was like a heavy rain, thinking of punching Su Zhao and shooting it away quickly!
Honeycomb! Zhao Wuqian shouted in a low voice with a contemptuous smile. This Taoist skill of his can only be practiced by practitioners in the Condensation Pill Realm. Ordinary practitioners cannot practice it at all. He has paid a lot of effort in order to practice this method.
At the cost of cultivation, the hair and beard on the body stopped growing.
Although Honeycomb Taoism is practiced by practitioners in the Daoji realm, only practitioners in the Condensing Pill realm dare to engage in direct confrontation.
You, a low-level practitioner, can defeat me with just one fist without using Taoist seals to resist? Even if you don't want to provoke disciples from the Eight Sects of the Four Kingdoms like the Demon Slayer Sect, but the other party really wants to fight, Zhao
I think I can still help this person meet his request before lunch.
The steel needles were densely packed like a swarm of bees, penetrating the falling snowflakes and hitting Su Zhao's fist.
On Su Zhao's fist, the golden Taoist inscriptions flowed and cracked lines began to appear, and the next Taoist inscriptions immediately filled it up.
Su Zhao's fist shattered the steel needles. In one breath, hundreds of steel needles collapsed on Su Zhao's fists. The body-protecting inscriptions on his fists were also pierced, and Su Zhao's fists had already come.
He walked in front of Zhao Wuqian and punched out.
The wind of the fist tore through Zhao Wuqian's body-protecting spiritual power. With a ferocious look in his eyes, Zhao Wuqian also activated his spiritual power and punched out.
bump!
There was a muffled thunderous sound, and Su Zhao took three steps back.
Zhao Wuqian flew out upside down and fell in front of the paper umbrella he had planted on the ground.
Pfft... Zhao Wu looked ugly in front of him. His face, which had no blood in it, became even paler, whiter than falling snowflakes. The pale color made many practitioners pay more attention to Su Zhao.
Su Zhao took his left hand away, and there were many steel needles inserted in it. His spiritual power was shaken, and the steel needles fell, shattered like ice cubes, and melted slowly.
Zhao Wuqian condensed and refined his spiritual power into steel needles, unlike other Taoist techniques that would dissipate into the spiritual energy of heaven and earth after being used.
Zhao Wuqian's Taoist skills dissipated very slowly, which is why few practitioners in the Taoji realm succeeded in practicing.
Zhao Wuqian felt like he couldn't breathe. He moved a little, and his chest creaked softly. Zhao Wuqian's complexion became paler, and his spiritual energy moved his body, especially his chest, to repair the injured wound.
Zhao Wu sat up in the middle of the day, clasped his fists at Su Zhao and said: Fellow Taoist is indeed a master disciple of the Demon Slayer Sect. Zhao only knows what a young gentleman is after learning from him. If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely come and learn from you about your clever tricks!
Su Zhao nodded: You are not bad, you can survive.
The arrogant words were spoken by Su Zhao in an extremely sincere tone. Zhao Wuqian was not angry at all!
Zhao Wuqian could feel that what Su Zhao said was true, and he had an in-depth understanding of Su Zhao, a disciple of the Eight Sects of the Four Kingdoms.
Su Zhao's black hair was tied up, with two strands of hair hanging down. He stood on the ground with falling snowflakes like an independent immortal.