When all the techniques collected in the sword tower have been cultivated into Dao realms, the number of Li Hao's Dao realms has reached 172 levels!

Among them, there are hundreds of realms, all of which are sword realms!

Once unfolded, the sword energy in the realm is vertical and horizontal, and now they are superimposed. These realms that condense different sword intentions have a tendency to merge with each other.

Li Hao didn't know what kind of power and situation it would be like if the Dao realms merged with each other and turned into a complete Dao realm.

Unfortunately, he has collected all the techniques in the Sword Ancestor Holy Land. If he wants to continue to improve, he can only go to other forces to have a look. His Dao domain has once again fallen into a bottleneck.

After Li Hao finished practicing, the second election battle began the next day.

Before the top 100 battle, there were three rounds of screening, and the top 100 were finally selected to compete with the Son and the Saint.

Li Hao went with Lin Shanhai and other alchemists, but this time he did not go to watch the battle. Now he has collected all the exercises in the sword tower. If he stays here, he can only draw and gain experience. But compared to painting, Li Hao has

A more suitable candidate, and I can now accumulate some fishing experience.

Li Hao noticed that, except for Yaozu and the other three half-saints, none of the saints and saints who had previously watched the battle came back.

Before they set off, Lin Qingying was still sitting in the yard studying the sword, obviously also preparing for the battle that followed.

Although the battle in front of the Ten Arenas was fierce, Li Hao felt a sense of calm before the storm.

It's just that in this storm, I don't know who can stir up the storm and stand out.

Li Hao hopes it is Lin Qingying.

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Arriving at the sword tower, the environment here was empty and quiet. When Li Hao approached, a figure teleported in front of him. It was the man who served as the sword attendant yesterday.

He was a little surprised when he saw Li Hao coming again, and asked, "Are you here to exchange the exercises?"

The Dao Sword Technique is extremely difficult, and Li Hao would understand if he wanted to replace him. After all, unless one has extremely high swordsmanship talent, pondering on it is just a waste of time.

"No, I came to visit the sword master. I wonder if the sword master is fishing today?"

Li Hao cupped his hands and said.

The sword attendant suddenly realized and said with a smile: "Master is fishing on Jianya Cliff. You know how rare it is to be able to accompany Master. He is too lonely."

Speaking of this, there was a sigh in his eyes.

Although these disciples wanted to accompany their master, their fishing skills were really poor. When they were bored waiting for the bait, they tended to be half-hearted and turned their thoughts to the way of the sword. The bait was eaten up without even noticing, which made the master very angry.

On the contrary, they were not allowed to accompany him.

In front of the sword cliff, when Li Hao and the sword attendant man arrived, they saw the same scene as yesterday, the sword master was fishing on the edge of the cliff.

As if he noticed something, the sword master's voice came: "You are here, have you brought your own fishing rod?"

"I don't have a fishing rod, so I fish with a line."

Li Hao said.

"Is the energy in a line? The little guys in the dragon pond down here are very thieves. I'm afraid they won't be easy to take the bait." The sword master said.

"You'll know after you try it," Li Hao said with a smile. When it came to fishing, he was not convinced.

"Then come over and try."

The sword master said.

Li Hao immediately stepped forward, came not far from the sword master, picked a brown-black stone and sat down.

Sitting on the edge of the sword cliff, my eyes can naturally see the depths of the bottom of the cliff, which is astonishingly tens of thousands of meters deep.

At the bottom of the cliff is the water splashed by the torrent of the waterfall. There is a deep pool with a huge black shadow faintly shaking inside.

Li Hao's eyes brightened slightly, he raised his hand to draw the energy into a thread, and then used the hidden thread technique to quietly drop the thread.

The sword master glanced at Li Hao's technique, raised his brows slightly, and immediately raised the corner of his mouth. It seemed that yesterday was indeed not a coincidence. This little guy really had some study. If he used such a mysterious hidden line technique on himself, he could practice it.

It has become a profound hidden skill.

But I have the leisure to spend this energy on fishing. There is no doubt that this is true love.

"You haven't hung the bait yet."

The sword master said calmly.

Li Hao smiled and said: "There is no bait to eat, but those who wish will take the bait."

"Um?"

When the sword master heard this, his eyes moved slightly, and his thoughts couldn't help but drift away from his fishing rod and landed on Li Hao's extremely obscure fishing line.

At this moment, Li Hao was also waiting attentively.

Fishing may seem like a leisurely activity, but it is actually a battle of hearts and minds. You need to hibernate yourself, spy on the fish, and plan fishing positions. These are all mental games.

At this moment, Li Hao's fishing line was hidden at the edge of the dragon pond. In the most inconspicuous position, the front end of the line was a curved hook, looming.

"Lao Wu, look, is that a hook?"

"It seems like a fishing hook!"

In the dragon pond, several huge dragon monsters were wandering around, and they all noticed the looming fishhook, but what surprised them was that there was no line behind the fishhook, just a hook!

"Is it the sword master? He's here to fish again?"

"The sword master isn't that stupid. He turned the fishing hook into a small fish and let me fall into the trap."

"I think so. Could it be that it fell down? When did it appear? Why didn't I notice it?"

"Lao Liu, go pick it up and take a look."

Several dragon monsters were muttering and whispering. One of them approached, picked up the fishing hook with its sharp claws, and said doubtfully: "It's really a hook... eight!"

Before the hook finished speaking, the hook was suddenly lifted up and pierced directly into his arm. Then the hook continued to extend into his wound like a root, piercing into his body and pulling him up from the deep pool!

"It hurts!"

The dragon demon screamed and was pulled into the air.

It was panicked and did not dare to struggle. After being pulled out of the deep pool, it saw the sword master and a strange boy sitting on the sword cliff. The person pulling it was not the usual sword master, and the other man's pole had not moved yet.

, but that young man!

For a time, in addition to pain, it felt more frightened and angry.

It doesn't matter if he is fished by the sword master, the other party is a saint after all, and he will not lose the dragon if he is fished.

But a young man, why?!

roar!

It roared and rushed towards Li Hao.

"Still struggling?" Li Hao smiled and pulled the thread in his hand horizontally, throwing the dragon demon away, and then pulled it up to his eyes.

The dragon demon was in severe pain as if it was being torn apart, and it kept screaming. When it was dragged to the sword cliff again by Li Hao, it suddenly panicked. With the sword master present, it was impossible for him to hurt this young man, and

It seems that this young man's cultivation level is also extremely high and he can't beat him.

"Holy Son, have mercy on me, Holy Son, have mercy on me..."

The dragon demon hurriedly begged and regarded Li Hao as the holy son in the Sword Ancestor Holy Land.

Besides the Holy Son, who else would have the honor to sit fishing with the sword master?

Hearing its plea, Li Hao felt amused. Looking at the fishing experience he had gained on the panel, he smiled, and with a move of his fingers, the fishhook that extended into its body and took root quickly shrank.

It is originally formed by the condensation of energy, and every thought is gathered and dispersed by the heart.

"Since you sincerely begged for mercy, I will reluctantly let you go."

Li Hao smiled and said: "Go."

When the dragon demon heard this, his eyes were full of gratitude: "Thank you, Holy Son, thank you Holy Son!"

After saying that, he ran away in a flash and got back into the deep pool under the sword cliff.

"Lao Liu..."

Several other dragon demons quickly gathered over and looked them up and down: "I didn't hurt you, did you just say he was the Holy Son?"

"Well, here comes a new Holy Son, damn it!"

"How insidious, deliberately exposing the hook for Lao Liu to pick it up."

"Fortunately, the sword master is kind and never kills us when he catches us. The bait is also really fragrant. I can even practice the sword's power."

Several dragon demons whispered that they were imprisoned here by the sword master in this dragon pond, but they were also happy to do so. After all, it was a great opportunity to beg for food at the feet of the saint.

It's just that they often fall into the trap and are fished out by the sword master for entertainment, causing them both pain and happiness.

"Be careful, don't pick up weird things anymore, we have to be careful."

"The sword master is also fishing on it, but I don't see its bait. I don't know what it is disguised as. You have to be careful."

Several dragon demons are very vigilant.

They compete with the sword master every day, and they are almost suspicious.
To be continued...