"Nothing big, I'll just take a few days to rest!"

One day, in the sedan chair.

Qin Hao looked at Bao Sandao, who was covered in wounds, and his expression was calm. After checking the former's injuries, he said respectfully to Qin Hao.

This guy was definitely stimulated by something, and he was actually seeking death by himself!

Wei Xiaobao, who was on the side, looked solemn, touched his chin and guessed. It seemed that his cultivation has improved rapidly in recent days, which really made Bao Sandao feel deeply stressed. He already felt that he could not beat him in the battle between the first brother...

This is the fourth time that Bao Sandao was seriously injured and rescued and sent back.

Their group had just passed by a small town. Although the town was not big, there were several martial arts halls. Bao Sandao was so dying. He didn't know what medicine he took, so he actually provoked them and wanted to take off the sign of the martial arts hall, which resulted in abusing them. If Qin Hao hadn't sent someone to follow him and be responsible for protecting him, the kid would have already been braided now!

Not only provoking others, once before, Bao Sandao also fought with a monster to the point where he was covered in bruises and almost fell into shock. Finally, relying on his tenacious willpower, he staggered back. His miserable appearance really scared many people.

"Boss... Junior brother suddenly changed his temperament. I see..." Wei Xiaobao said worriedly.

Qin Hao knew what he wanted to say, so he waved his hand: "Don't worry about him."

Seeing Qin Hao's expression firm, Wei Xiaobao had to shut up.

Two days later, Qin Hao, Wei Xiaobao and others were chatting when they saw Bao Sandao, who had not yet recovered from his injuries, woke up, looked at everyone calmly, and quietly got out of the sedan chair and disappeared.

"This..." Wei Xiaobao and Bao Sandao's eyes intertwined. Looking at the lively black-faced boy who was usually jumping, his eyes were extremely deep, which made him feel unfathomable, and his heart trembled. In the dark, there was a sense of crisis!

If we talk about flattery, Wei Xiaobao believes that he is not the same as Bao Sandao, but if he talks about martial arts talent, to be honest, he really doesn't take the other party seriously.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt that he seemed to be a little despised by Bao Sandao...

Obviously, his strength is too much higher than Bao Sandao, but for some reason, his mind is getting heavier.

In this way, on the way to Zhuguang City, Bao Sandao was trying to die every day. He would never come back if he didn't make himself dying.

Qin Hao ignored this, ignored Bao Sandao, and practiced the Spirit-Mixing Art and the Art of Eliminating Thoughts on his own.

The night was drooping, and hundreds of people including Qin Hao sat around the campfire for a while to rest. They walked all the way, and they kept running non-stop. Seeing a flat hill, they planned to rest here for the whole night so that everyone could relax.

There were sparks splashing in the fire, reflecting Qin Hao's young face.

Hundreds of warriors besieged a circular formation in the city and protected him in the center.

"It's done!"

Suddenly, Qin Hao looked happy, and the energy in his body slowly circulated. He felt a cool air rushing from his back and headed, causing his whole body to suddenly feel excited. A trace of thought spread out, gently brushing over the flames in front of him, and then he saw a wisp of fire as if controlled by invisible power, constantly changing, and a fire pattern was quickly formed in the air, which was very agile, but it was a bird.

The firebird flapped its wings and flew high, cracking into spots of light under the night...

After his unremitting practice, the Spirit-Combination Art was finally practiced by him to the entry stage and entered the first level! The spiritual power in the sea of ​​consciousness immediately doubled, comparable to that of the strong man in the third level of the inner Tao. This Spirit-Combination Art has a total of nine levels. Just practicing to the first level, the spiritual sense will be twice as strong. If the nine levels are refined, how terrifying will the increase of the mental power reach?!

Qin Hao was excited when he thought about it!

The Spirit-Heaving Art is much more difficult than the lyricism technique. The latter is just a magic method, not a method that can be practiced both times. Qin Hao had practiced it a few days ago.

"Hehe, all the treasures here are mine!" Then, Qin Hao pulled out a storage ring in his hand. It was the object of the donkey swordsman who was the battle in Kongxushan. He had just completed the spiritual technique and the spiritual elimination technique. The other storage rings had strong spiritual thoughts attached to them. He could not erase them for the time being. After sensing it, he was the weakest mind on this storage ring.

at the same time.

A corner of the mainland.

Under the moonlight, in a surging river, a man in a green shirt was lying in a reed. Looking closely, he found that he was as light as nothing, and his whole body was pressed on a reed, but he did not fall into the turbulent water flow. He was afraid that the waves around him would be fierce, so the man was very steady.

A straw hat covered his face, he seemed to be sleeping!

Suddenly, the man felt something and woke up suddenly. A little grass branch under his feet and shot up on the river bank. He saw him pull out the sword from his waist, and a dazzling sword light swept across the sky, cutting off the river water in front of him!

The huge river water was divided into two, and a short vacuum area appeared wherever the sword marks swept through!

"Ancient God King!"

The swordsman looked cold, and his eyes were both shocked and extremely angry.

He just sensed that the mental connection between himself and the storage ring had been broken!

"I will definitely pay back the humiliation of the day when I search for the Qingfeng!"

The man in blue put away his long sword, flew to the back of a donkey, and gradually moved away.

Judging from this sword, he is much stronger now than in the Battle of Kongxushan!

...

"Fuck, so poor!" Qin Hao poured all the things in the storage ring in front of him, looking unhappy.

I thought there would be something good, but in the ring there were about a hundred low-grade crystals, several local-level methods, some elixirs and Tiangang Spirit Fruit, which disappointed him!

Not as rich as Ding Chunqiu!

If this is seen by the swordsman, he will probably vomit blood in depression. No matter who sees these treasures, they will be a rare treasure!

Qin Hao was not satisfied...

I can only blame Qin Hao for making money during this period, so that he used to be no longer cared about these treasures.

"Hmm? What is this?" Suddenly, Qin Hao's eyes were attracted by a small bowl. The object was brown and yellow all over, and it seemed to be made of brass. The shape looked a bit like a big bowl, but the mouth of the bowl was covered. After he opened it, he saw that it was filled with red liquid, like blood, but it was obviously not, which was more similar to a spiritual liquid.

Qin Hao greeted an old guy who had been practicing for nearly a thousand years and asked him to see the origin of this thing.

"God King, this is blood and silver water! It can be refined by condensed the essence and blood of several ancient monsters and secret techniques. A rare body-shaping spirit object. If it can be worthy of the heart of the divine wood and the bones of time, it can generate a demon body. If it gets a complete mass of monster spirit, it can become a terrifying monster for you to control! However, the strength of this monster depends mainly on the quality of the beast soul... "

"What is the Shenmu Xin?" Qin Hao seemed a little surprised.

"Shenmuxin is a spiritual tree that is almost extinct on the Cangyun Continent, called the Sun Tree. This object contains magnificent wood element. If used properly, it can trigger infinite vitality!" Then, the old guy described the shape of the Shenmuxin again.

"..." Qin Hao pondered silently, spread his palms, and suddenly there was a small box.

He tore off the talisman paper from the box, lifted up the lid, and pinched a seed inside at his fingertips.

"Is this?"

"This...is this thing, this is the heart of the Shenmu!" The old guy's expression was shaking, his voice trembling a little.

It seems unbelievable!

This black and unpretentious tree species was found in Ding Chunqiu's storage ring before. At that time, he thought this thing was quite extraordinary. It could be pasted by Ding Chunqiu on a talisman paper with closed energy. Treat it carefully, and the value can be imagined.

Blood Silver Water, Divine Wood Heart, Monster Soul...

Qin Hao raised his eyebrows, as if he had remembered something. With a thought, he opened the system layout and immediately saw the ancient ferocious beast sealed by him in Qilin Village, the beast soul of the Nine Infants of Fire Lion!

Now it seems that the last thing is missing, that is, the bone of time, that can allow this ancient beast to reappear in the world...

"Well... I seem to be missing a cool mount!"
Chapter completed!