The originally turbulent river suddenly had a large amount of water rising into the sky, condensing into a water dragon in the air, making a dragon roar, and spitting out a breath of dragon breath towards Han Mao who was escaping quickly!
That dragon's breath was a piece of water droplets. The water droplets condensed into more than a hundred tiny ice swords in the air, and shot toward Han Mao overwhelmingly.
Han Mao was taken aback. He quickly waved his sword in front of him, ding ding ding ding, and blocked dozens of ice crystal flying swords in a row!
However, there are still many flying swords left.
In an instant, Han Mao's body was pierced with hundreds of bloody holes. He screamed and fell to the ground, completely dead.
Han Jiulin was shocked. This method was too appalling.
He stared at the water dragon on the river, and saw a woman in white clothes standing floating on the water dragon's head.
The woman has waist-length black hair, skin as white as snow, and a white veil on her face. Only a pair of foxy eyes are exposed, which is captivating. For an ordinary man, even just seeing these beautiful eyes is enough to shock him and make him unable to control himself.
She stood on the top of the faucet, like a fairy from the Nine Palaces, with an ethereal and outstanding temperament. She exuded a powerful aura that made Han Jiulin palpitate.
This should be the most powerful person he has seen since he came to this world!
He didn't know whether the woman was a friend or an enemy, so he was alert and quickly came to Yu Ziqi's side, untied the rope from her body, and completely rescued her from the sack.
"Mr. Han, thank you for your help!"
Yu Ziqi looked at Han Jiulin with some emotion and said.
"Don't talk."
Han Jiulin made a silence gesture, then took Yu Ziqi's hand and planned to retreat.
At this moment, the woman in white on the water dragon turned her head and looked towards them. She tapped the dragon head lightly with her foot. The water dragon suddenly collapsed and fell back into the river. The woman in white was already flying in the air and falling.
In front of Han Jiulin and Yu Ziqi.
The woman's foxy eyes were filled with a sense of desolation. She glanced at Han Jiulin and said softly: "If what I expected is correct, you are practicing the bloodthirsty demonic skill, right?"
I didn’t expect that the disciples of Qinglong Palace would actually be the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect.”
Han Jiulin remained calm, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you very much, girl, for saving my life."
"You're welcome, I'm not here to save you."
The woman said coldly and looked at Yu Ziqi behind Han Jiulin: "Ziqi, come here, let's go."
Han Jiulin's eyes flashed and he looked at the woman in the green dress behind him.
"Miss."
Yu Ziqi walked out from behind Han Jiulin and came to the woman in white obediently.
Immediately, the woman in white lightly held Yu Ziqi's waist with one hand, and the two walked through the air and flew to the river. A water dragon immediately appeared on the river, and it swam on the river, carrying the two women, and flew away quickly.
Yu Ziqi turned to look at Han Jiulin on the shore. The not-so-tall figure quickly became smaller in her sight.
The woman in white glanced at Yu Ziqi and said in a low voice: "Most of the people in the Demon Sect are violent and perverse. This Han Yu has been claiming to the outside world that he is a waste who cannot practice, but he secretly practices the Demon Sect. He must not be a simple person.
Character, you should be more careful when you see him in the future."
"Got it, miss."
Yu Ziqi responded respectfully.
When she looked back, Han Jiulin had long disappeared from the shore.
When Han Jiulin saw the woman in white leaving with Yu Ziqi, he finally understood why the other party came and why he took action against Han Mao.
He doesn't know the other person's identity, and he's not interested in getting to know the other person. For him, there are more important things to do.
Seeing that the dilemma was over, he quickly left the river.
The three of them, Han Mao, are all descendants of Prince Qinglong's Palace, and Han Mao himself is a direct descendant of Prince Qinglong's Palace. It won't be long before their bodies are discovered, which will definitely cause quite a stir in the imperial city. Han Jiulin is not willing to put himself at risk.
Get involved.
After staying away from the river, Han Jiulin communicated with the Sky-Swallowing Demon Marten and found that the other party had become extremely exhausted after devouring the blood of Han Hai and Han Fei.
"I'm still too weak now. I just swallowed the blood of Han Fei and the two of them by force. I must rest and digest now."
The Sky-Swallowing Demon Marten explained to Han Jiulin: "In my current state, I can devour at most two to three cultivators of the Ninth Level of Proudness at a time, and after each devouring, I have to rest for about three days to recover.
Before you really become stronger, it's better to be cautious and never provoke too many powerful enemies.
Otherwise, it exceeds my limit and I can't help you."
Han Jiulin nodded and said, "I understand."
Then, he asked curiously: "You keep saying that you are weak now, how powerful were you when you were strong before?"
The Sky-Swallowing Demon Marten was startled for a moment, as if he was lost in memories. After a moment, he smiled and said: "If one day you can practice to the fourth level of the Nine-turn Hegemony Art, the realm of the Virtual God King, I will tell you again, before that,
Even if I say it, you won’t understand.”
Han Jiulin was speechless, shook his head and laughed.
The Sky-Swallowing Demon Marten was very tired. After saying this, it seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. Han Jiulin did not disturb its rest anymore and quickly returned to the inner city again. He found a shop specializing in selling medicinal materials and walked in.
As a direct descendant of the Qinglong Palace, Han Yu was discriminated against in the palace, but his food and clothing were all in accordance with the standards of a direct descendant of the palace.
The young master's robe he was wearing was made of the finest Luoyun silk and satin. The robe was embroidered with gold thread patterns. It was extremely luxurious. As soon as Fang entered the shop, he immediately asked the middle-aged shopkeeper with a goatee in the medicine shop.
His eyes lit up.
The shopkeeper looked at Han Jiulin and asked with a smile: "What do you want, young master?"
In this medicine shop, the smell of various medicinal materials was mixed, which was very strong. Han Jiulin shrugged his nose, feeling a little pungent.
He came to the middle-aged shopkeeper and said: "I want three coins of Xingxu Minglin and five coins of Ziyan Tiangen..."
He reported the medicinal materials needed to refine the Body Tempering Pill and Yangyuan Pill to the shopkeeper one by one, and clearly explained the amount of each medicinal material.
The shopkeeper looked at Han Jiulin in surprise and said with a smile: "Young Master wants these medicinal materials, but are they used for refining the Body Tempering Pill and the Yuan Yang Pill?"
"You also know how to make alchemy?"
Han Jiulin looked at the shopkeeper in surprise.
"I don't understand, but I've been dealing with medicinal materials for many years, so I still have some understanding of elixirs."
The shopkeeper smiled, turned around and ordered people to get the medicine.
Then, he turned around and said to Han Jiulin: "Sir, I have a few five-hundred-year-old Canghai fruits here. They are used to refine the body tempering pill. Not only can it increase the rate of making the pill, but after it is refined, the pill will be
The efficacy will also increase by at least 30%."
As he spoke, he carefully took out a white jade box from the counter, opened the lid, and five longan-sized yellow dried fruits appeared in front of Han Jiulin.