He carefully observed that the weakest part of this Feishan Mang was the abdomen.

Down the valley.

From the bodies of Lu Qing and the others, the outline of the martial soul appeared.

"Forest Elephant, Blue Bird, Flame Tiger, Gu Yunshu!"

The martial souls of these four people are all four-grade high-level.

Suddenly, the light and shadow of the sword flashed out.

"Swept like the wind!"

"Scorching Sun!"

"Bundled like a roll!"

"Crash!"

Bang!

First there was a violent tremor from the bottom of the valley, then there was a crackling sound again, and finally the light of the sword and sword flickered out, and bombarded the body of the flying mountain mang.

Bang!

When Lu Qing and the others attacked the body of the flying mountain mang, they saw that the flying mountain mang quickly moved his tail, and he was stunned to blast them away.

Of the four people who were blown away by Feishan Mang, only one of them and the three young sect masters Lu Qing could still stand up, and the other three were all seriously injured and couldn't climb up for a while.

Rustling!

This flying mountain recklessly attacked quickly, biting Lu Qing's arm, ready to directly roll and crush.

"It's now!"

Fang Hao saw that this flying mountain was about to roll over, and now was the best opportunity to make a move.

If you miss one, it's hard to find the next opportunity.

As he jumped down the valley, he took out the Blue Dragon Sword behind him.

Slash!

Smack!

Suddenly, when Fang Hao's sword fell, the incomparably sharp edge directly swept over the body of this flying mountain mang, and split it in half.

In fact, Fang Hao didn't use any sword skills at all, he just used brute force to slash down with a sword, and the slash on Feishan Mang's body was like cutting a piece of paper, and he didn't feel that Feishan Mang had any defenses at all.

That's because the edge of his Qinglong Sword is too powerful, not only is it as simple as sharpening iron like mud and blowing hair and breaking hair.

After a while, the flying mountain was reckless, and it completely lost signs of life.

At this time, Fang Hao was taking out the demon beast crystal nucleus in Feishan Mang's body, which was the best evidence of hunting Feishan Mang.

And Lu Qing and the others could only watch as Fang Hao took away the Flying Mountain Mang's Demon Beast Crystal Nucleus, although they were unwilling, but after all, this was the Flying Mountain Mang that Fang Hao hunted.

After getting the Flying Mountain Demon Beast Crystal Nucleus, as well as the snake gall, Fang Hao walked towards the top of the valley.

Lu Qing and the others didn't say more than half a word.

In his opinion, although Fang Hao robbed and killed Feishan Mang, he didn't save their lives.

A moment later, Fang Hao left the valley.

The hunting contest was also surprisingly simple.

And Lu Qing and the others in the valley were already able to stand up after some healing.

Seeing that Zhao Jianlong asked: "Third Young Sect Master, we could have asked him to leave the credit for killing Feishan Mang, but we are all sect disciples, and he doesn't dare not give us face." ”

In that Zhao Jianlong's opinion, they risked their lives to hunt Feishan Mang, but in the end, the credit was taken away by Fang Hao, and he was definitely unwilling.

"In fact, he didn't save our lives. ”

It was not Lu Qing who said this, but Mo Yao.

Lu Qing said: "Cousin Mo Yao is right, let him pick up this bargain." ”

"Since you've all said so, then I don't have much more to say. ”

Zhao Jianlong was still unwilling in his heart, but it also made him remember Fang Hao, a young man wearing the clothes of a junior disciple.

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In the blink of an eye.

The next day.

The disciple hunting competition held by the sect has ended.

Because Fang Hao hunted a third-order low-level demon beast Feishan Mang, he successfully won the first place in the hunting competition, and received a reward of 10 million true stones.

This reward of 10 million real stones is definitely not a small amount for him.

You must know that 100,000 true stones are enough for his cultivation to break through to the seventh level of the Xuanji Realm.

The cultivation resources of these tens of millions of true stones will definitely allow him to enter the cultivation of the extreme realm.

In this hunting competition, Fang Hao not only received tens of millions of real stone rewards, but was also promoted to a senior disciple of the sect at once.

Being able to kill a flying mountain mang, and cultivating to the seventh level in the Xuanji Realm, if he can't be promoted to a senior disciple of the sect, it will definitely be unreasonable.

On the way back for Fang Hao, a woman about eighteen years old stopped Fang Hao.

"Wait a minute. ”

Hearing this, Fang Hao immediately turned around, and a woman in blue came into Fang Hao's eyes, she was Mo Yao.

"What's wrong?" Fang Hao asked.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not here to trouble you. Mo Yao said.

In this hunting competition, she didn't care about the reward of 10 million real stones at all, because she, Lu Qing and the others were all direct relatives of the sect, and there was no shortage of 10 million real stone resources, and they participated in the hunting competition just to temper it.

Seeing Mo Yao again, he said: "I'm here to thank you, if you hadn't made a timely move at that time, I'm afraid I would have died in that valley." ”

Fang Hao said: "It was I who robbed and killed that flying mountain mang, which can be regarded as a write-off." ”

Mo Yao said: "Having said that, in fact, you still saved me once, and it is also appropriate to come and say thank you." ”

"Hmm. Fang Hao replied lightly.

Mo Yao waved his hand, and then walked towards the other side of the sect.

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Turn.

Fang Hao returned to the dilapidated room and prepared to start cultivating.

I saw him pour out tens of millions of real stones from a palm-sized bag.

It's a bag with its own storage space that can hold an elephant.

However, this is just a first-grade high-grade storage bag, which was received by the original owner when he became a junior disciple.

The higher the grade of the storage bag, the greater its space capacity.

Shout!

One after another, the true qi gathered in his body.

Now he has already begun to cultivate.

He could absorb all of these 10 million real stones in three or five days.

After he had absorbed all these ten million true stones, his cultivation would definitely be able to break through the four layers in a row and directly enter the cultivation of the extreme realm.

It has been less than half a month since his soul penetrated into this world, and his cultivation has risen so fast, which has to make people suspicious.

But there is one person who will not doubt it, and that is Fang Yingli.

She knew that Fang Hao was the Young Saint Lord of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Domain, and her father was the strongest Saint Lord, if Fang Hao didn't even have a growth rate, she would feel suspicious.

————

Three days later.

Whisk!

A pure and majestic ripple of true qi rippled from inside a dilapidated room.

Smack!

This dilapidated house, affected by the ripples of true qi, actually collapsed.

But he didn't have to live here anymore, because he was already a high-level disciple.

Seeing this, Fang Hao stretched his waist to relieve the fatigue caused by his cultivation in the past few days.

"The first weight of the Earth Pole Realm!"

His cultivation, at the last moment, also broke through to the first level of the Earth Extreme Realm.

Bite!

Suddenly, the voice of the system came out of his head.