Chinese Hanaji had already noticed that someone was following, but he guessed the wrong person who the stalker was. He was a little surprised in his heart, and secretly said that it was not good.

"I thought it didn't matter who it was, what mattered was how you got here. Senior Brother Baiming, the moonlight is good today, why don't we chant poetry together. "It's none other than Zhao Rengan's fat son and the cultivation teacher of Group A, Zhao Baiming.

Zhao Baiming glanced up at the moon and said, "I didn't come to admire the moon, nor to chant poetry, but to kill people." Hua Ji looked left and right: "Kill someone, who to kill?Do you want me to lend a helping hand, Senior Brother Baiming?" Hua Ji said in a bad way, it seems that what he did to kill Zhao Ren was revealed.

There can be no one else doing this, it must be Zhao Tangfeng, an old calf. Although Zhao Tangfeng didn't see Hua Ji kill Zhao Rengan with his own eyes, after seeing the corpse, it was not difficult to judge how Hua Ji killed Zhao Rengan.

Chu Sangsang didn't let the spirit worm eat Zhao Rengan's corpse at the beginning, which was also a mistake. But this matter is all guessing, there is no proof of death, and Hua Ji will not take the initiative to admit it anyway.

Zhao Baiming looked at Hua Ji coldly and said, "If you don't want people to know, you can't do it unless you don't do it." You killed my father, and I will kill you now to avenge my father, which is also right. Hua Ji said: "Senior Brother Baiming, where did this come from." I don't even know who your father is. Zhao Baiming said: "My father is Zhao Rengan, a thin old man, who died in Kunlun Mountain, his heels were shattered, and he was hit by a sword in his abdomen, which penetrated up to his heart. So, do you think of anything?" Hua Ji said neatly, "No." What are you, I don't understand. Zhao Baiming said: "Hehe, you and the demon girl of the Ten Thousand Gu Sect don't know what means they used, and they actually killed my father beyond the rank." Hua Ji had a headache: "You keep saying that I killed your father, so what kind of benevolence." It's all speculation, and you don't have any real evidence. Zhao Baiming said: "No one saw it with their own eyes, but I received a letter from my ancestor before. He knew very well that you had killed my father. Hua Ji said: "I don't know what your ancestor is." He intends to deny it to the end, and he and Zhao Baiming will inevitably fight, but let him admit to killing, and that is not the door.

He secretly scolded the ancestor of the Zhao family, Zhao Tangfeng, for being shameless, this old calf even left a back hand, it must have been the person he arranged to pass the letter, and after the cultivation of the Zhao family's disciples was stimulated by Huaji, he handed the letter to Zhao Baiming.

Hua Ji thought about it again, and felt that Zhao Wuxing and Zhao Wubai should not know Zhao Tangfeng's backhand, otherwise even if Zhao Wubai didn't, Zhao Wuxing should remind him slightly.

However, this person's position must also be very high, otherwise he would not be able to be sure so quickly that Huaji's stimulation method has been successful.

If it is a person with a low status, it is natural to wait for a period of time to confirm whether the disciples of the Zhao family have improved their enthusiasm for cultivation.

As for who this messenger is, Hua Ji is still unsure, but in his heart, he already has a candidate.

For the four words of old age, Hua Ji is now particularly experienced. Zhao Tangfeng himself had no time or energy to chase and kill Hua Ji, and he had an agreement with Hua Ji not to kill him for several years, he couldn't do it himself, so he left behind and let Zhao Baiming kill Hua Ji.

How shameless does it have to be for such a shameless person to do such a shameless thing?" Zhao Baiming said: "Whether you deny it or admit it, I will kill you today." Although my father is not well-off, he is also an older generation cultivator, and I am surprised that you can kill him. Zhao Bai mingled and slowly drew his sword.

Zhao Baiming's father, Zhao Rengan, is not at a high level, he can only be regarded as a third-rate cultivator, and he has a certain level of martial arts because of his long cultivation years.

Moreover, Zhao Rengan is addicted to wine, and his entry is very ordinary. Zhao Baiming has five or six years of kung fu at most, and he will be able to catch up with his father Zhao Rengan's martial arts level, and as for his combat power, he is not much worse than Zhao Rengan now.

Hua Ji said: "Your Zhao family is like this, first put a big hat on everyone, and then kill and kill." Zhao Baiming smiled: "When death is on the verge of death, you are the first to deny it desperately." Hua Ji said: "I really didn't kill it." Hua Jicheng does not admit it, and he will not change Zhao Baiming's attitude.

Zhao Baiming would kill him no matter what. Sure enough, Zhao Baiming said: "It doesn't matter. You must die today, anyway. "His revenge for his father is just an excuse, what he values is the treasure of the flowery body.

Of course, before Hua Ji was dying, he wanted to ask about those peerless exercises, Qinglong Extreme Speed, Phantom Shift, and Wan Ye Fei.

However, Zhao Baiming thought very clearly, he didn't think that Huaji would come out, and he didn't expect anything. Hua Ji said helplessly: "It seems that I have to compare with my senior brother." With that, Hua Ji took out the Remnant Slashing Sword, under normal circumstances, only the sharpness of the Great Sword could cause damage to a master of Zhao Baiming's level.

If you want to break the defense with the Star Sword, you should be able to do it, but it will take time. When cultivators fight, time is often one of the most precious things.

Zhao Baiming said: "You were in this place before, and the speed of your movement slowed down, did you make a trap?" Hua Ji nodded: "Yes." Since you know that I made a trap, do you dare to fight me here?" Zhao Baiming said: "In the face of absolute strength, all traps are paper tigers. You can fight the disciples of Group C and Group B, and your endurance is terrifying, even if I am now, I dare not last longer than your endurance. Hua Ji said: "Do I want to thank Senior Brother Baiming for his compliment." ”

"Hehe, thank you no, after all, I'm going to kill you soon. Besides, your true qi is good, but it is far from enough. It is also a hundred catties of water, packed in a short and fat bucket, and packed in a bamboo tube several meters high, which is not the same. Zhao Baiming said.

The so-called potential is the martial arts level. The higher the momentum, the higher the attack power. Hanaji's martial arts level limits his attack power.

Hua Ji said: "Senior Brother Baiming's is very reasonable. With a thought, five remnant swords appeared in the air.

These five remnant swords all have hilts. There were also sackcloth bindings on the hilts of the swords. In the sackcloth bindings, there were also two or three stingers stuck in each.

The cultivator's eyes were good, even at night, Zhao Baiming could see it. There was a hint of banter in Zhao Baiming's eyes, and he didn't break it.

He said, "There is no demon girl's large number of demon insects to help you today, let me see how you win?" Old Ancestor did not describe the details of his father's death to him in the letter, but he guessed that Hua Ji killed Zhao Ren with the help of Chu Sangsang's demon worms.

Hua Ji said: "It doesn't matter how you win. Zhao Baiming asked: "Then what's important?" Hua Ji smiled: "Survive." Zhao Baiming also smiled: "Then I want to see how you survive." "Finished, he rushed towards Huaji, when he was still seven or eight meters away from Huaji, the five remnant swords, stopped him, he casually took a square, a few sounds, the remnant sword was knocked to the side, almost did not affect his speed.

Zhao Baiming continued to rush forward, but found that between him and Huaji, there was a bronze round lid, the shape of the pot lid, the side facing him was concave, and the side facing Huaji was convex.

Zhao Baiming had heard of Huaji's bronze round cover, although it was not as good as the big sword, it was also very magical. However, he didn't care much about the big sword, because the speed at which Hua Ji used the big sword now was not fast for him.

For the bronze round cover, it is even less concerned. With the bronze round cover of the Wanye Fei Imperial Envoy, the effect is almost the same, and it is slow.

However, he saw that there was a round thing in the bronze doll, and he couldn't help but be stunned. Bang, something far away exploded, emitting a dazzling fire, and a fierce flame.

Because it was concave and had the property of concentrating light, those flames sprayed at him. Zhao Baiming sighed and hurriedly retreated.

The flames didn't burn him, they just left him slightly embarrassed.

"How's it going for my Flame Trumpet?" said Hanaji. He felt a pity in his heart, the concave surface of the bronze round cover was still not concave enough, and he could only let the flames erupt forward into a cluster, but he could not form a narrow flame like the flame gun, otherwise this time, it would almost be able to reach Zhao Baiming.

"Hehe, it's just grandstanding, and it doesn't have any real effect. Zhao Baiming didn't care. Hua Ji said: "It just doesn't have a substantive effect, I just think it's fun." Zhao Baiming said: "So that's the case, then you can die." "Cat flutter Chinese