Qin Xue did not sleep well all night. Although Han Ze's powerful she had seen, she did not know why, she still worried about Han Ze in her heart. 【】

After all, Han Ze has to deal with it, but he can't see the ghosts that can't be seen.

If it was changed in the past, Qin Xue would not believe that there was ghost existence, but after encountering Han Ze, she felt that her world view had changed.

Even the practitioners who only existed in mythology came out. Qin Xue felt that nothing was impossible.

"This guy hasn't called now, shouldn't something go wrong?" Qin Xue muttered.

Although she wanted to go to the funeral home, she was afraid.

In the end, Qin Xue still picked up the phone and dialed Han Ze's phone.

"Huh? Actually?" After the phone rang twice, Han Ze connected.

"Hey ... Where are you, are you okay? Isn't it injured? Would you like to take someone right away?" Qin Xue cracked and asked a lot.

Opposite, Han Ze was a little surprised, so I remembered that she said yes before, and came out of the funeral home and called Qin Xue, but this incident ... seemed to be forgotten by himself.

"I'm in Baozipu, eat early, not injured, don't take someone over ..." Han Ze said at a glance: "It is said that this bun is really good, do you try?"

Opposite, after Qin Xue heard Han Ze's indifferent tone, he suddenly stunned, and then suddenly broke out: "Eat and eat, you know to eat!"

Later, Qin Xue directly hung the phone.

Han Ze is unknown so.

"What kind of nerves happened early in the morning in the morning." Han Ze muttered, and then said to the boss of Baozipu: "The boss, come away with two buns."

When Han Ze returned to the villa, the ninth ghost has returned.

"Solved?" Han Ze frowned and looked at the ninth ghost.

The ninth ghost's arm was broken, and disappeared.

The ninth ghost was completely condensed with black mist. It was okay by Han Ze to break countless times, but now his arm cannot be restored.

"Um." The ninth ghost nodded, and said: "But the villain needs some time to refine and recover."

Han Ze nodded, didn't say much.

boom!

The next moment, the ninth ghost turned into a dark mist, and it was not directly among the small bamboo baskets.

Han Ze's eyes flashed, wrapped the small bamboo basket with nine -colored grass ropes, plug the bottle plug, throw it directly into the ring space.

In the next few days, in addition to going to the school to give a question, Han Ze will come to Qifeng Mountain to sit on the board every morning.

Sitting on Qifeng Mountain, Han Ze can overlook the half of Yuncheng.

In the early morning, the Pearl Lake at the foot of the mountain was shrouded in the mist. Even Yuncheng was not really seen in the morning mist. Standing on the top of the mountain overlooking, it was like overlooking the nine days.

When the sun rises, there is golden light on the surface of the Pearl Lake.

This scene is more like the sun jumped from the Pearl Lake. It is not necessary to enter the sky.

In the early morning, the rising sun was rising, and there were several temples on Qifengshan.

"Jinwu came out of the bathing lake, the ancient temple fell in the morning bell. If the clouds were not seen, the clouds died with the eyes, and the self -like king sat nine."

Han Ze whispered to himself.

At this moment, Han Ze was clear and clean, with no dust and dust.

Boom!

Among Han Ze's qi sea, the Qiqi rollover, above the sea, the golden light jumped, and there are more than thousands of miles.

Above the sea, the golden sky is slowly shrinking.

Han Ze once again, condense divine power.

Once Han Ze condensed all the divine power and got a ray of golden divine power.

That strand of golden divine power is Han Ze's deity.

But the last time Han Ze intends to do it, and this time, Han Ze did not take the initiative to condense.

Han Ze is feeling the second floor of Huang Daojue.

Emperor Daojue was created by Han Ze. According to theoretically, Han Ze should know it very well.

But now, Han Ze discovered that some part of the second floor of Huang Daojue did not understand, and the scriptures seemed to be blurred, and then slowly became obscure.

This time, Han Ze sat on the Qifeng Mountain for a day.

Fortunately, the place where Han Ze chosen is inaccurate, otherwise this kind of thing will be reported by major unscrupulous media the next day.

In the evening, when the last set of sunset also dissipated, Han Ze also stood up.

"The scripture created by myself couldn't even understand it." Han Ze touched his chin and smiled himself.

If this kind of thing is spread, no one believes it.

In the end, Han Ze shook his head with a smile, stopped struggling with these, and walked towards the villa.

This time, Han Ze reversed the return of thousands of years. He wanted to improve his practice, and he didn't want to change in some things.

For example, breaking through the second floor of Huang Daojue, there is always such an opportunity, but Han Ze has been looking for and feeling the opportunity. He does not want to forcibly break through.

Last time, Han Ze encountered a lot of trouble on the road to practice because of the breakthrough.

"Huh?" Han Ze returned home and found that Su Xinyao was back.

"Why are you back?" Han Ze asked.

Because Han Ze passed with Zhao Xuangou two days ago, he learned that there were many things in the school.

Su Xinyao glanced at Han Ze, and said, "This is my family, why can't I come back?"

Han Ze smiled and didn't compete with Su Xinyao. He knew this little girl, and always complained because he didn't teach her to cultivate.

On the dining table, Su Xinyao made a table of dishes.

As soon as Han Ze sat down, Su Xinyao said directly: "Last time you didn't ask me, what is a practitioner?"

"Have you already had an answer?" Last time Han Ze really asked such a question Su Xinyao, and said that if Su Xinyao got the answer to the question, he could teach Su Xinyao to fix it.

"Um." Su Xinyao nodded, and then said with the right color: "The so -called practitioner is the practice method, and eventually beyond the heavens and the earth."

Han Ze was a little surprised when he heard Su Xinyao.

"Are you thinking?" Han Ze asked.

Once, Han Ze also heard the same words from another population.

And that person not only said the same words as Su Xinyao, but also had the same appearance as Su Xinyao.

In this way, Han Ze thoughtful, thinking of a lot of past.

"Isn't it right?" How smart Su Xinyao was, and immediately found out some abnormalities from the tone of Han Ze.

Han Ze shook his head and said, "No."

"real?"

"real!"

After speaking, Han Ze stood up and said, "You still have two chances. If you still answer wrong, then you can only let others teach you to cultivate."

After that, Han Ze left the kitchen and returned to his room.

Han Zepan sat on the carpet and looked up at the night sky.

At this time, a round of bright jade plate hangs in the night sky.

Qingliang Yueguang fell on Han Ze's face, and it was also placed on the window sill on the window sill.

Nympho

In Kyoto, in the military courtyard of the military, Ye Tianlong held a red -headed file in his hand.

This document is sent to Ye Tianlong's hands, it is almost a week.

Ye Tianlong knew that if this document was still pressed in his own hands, there would be a big problem.

"How about it, is it all arranged over there?" Ye Tianlong spoke.

"I have been arranged well. There is an attraction in each secret place. As long as the boy enters, you can use the hidden array to attract the power of the secret land to trap the boy. It is the gods of heaven, and there is no help. "Fang Zhen said, the corner of the mouth is cold.

"Where is your side?" Ye Tianlong looked at Shen Changming.

Shen Changming sighed, showing a helpless color on his face, saying: "So far, there is no contact with the hidden palace."

"Hum, even if you can't contact it." Ye Tianlong said: "I don't believe it. With our strength, I can't pack the kid."

After speaking, Ye Tianlong made people post this red -headed file.

Nympho

In the early morning, Jiang Yu was sitting in the office. On his table, there was a red -headed file.

Click!
To be continued...