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Lingchi, it is rumored that in ancient times, a generation of emperors sat in the place, the pool was full of the emperor's flesh and blood, aura, for the cultivators below the king realm has a great advantage, it is rumored that some strong people can break the shackles and make new breakthroughs. However, there is a kind of enchantment in the spirit pool, which only cultivators of the Spirit Realm and the Mortal Rank Realm can enter, and only one person is allowed to absorb it at a time. Otherwise, there is no effect. Therefore, the strong man in charge of Fengcheng set the rules of this "spirit pool" battle in order to find the younger generation of rookies.

There are only two days left before the "Spirit Pond Battle", and the heroes gather and flock to Fengcheng. At this time, Fengcheng will be extremely "hot". Cultivators from the foundation building realm of the major empires all poured here, just to be able to get a piece of the pie in this battle.

Fengcheng, north.

It's a remote place, so to speak. There is nothing else but a tall building. Although it looked extremely plain on the surface, if there was a cultivator above the mortal level realm here, he would notice that there was a vitality barrier around this tall building, and the energy fluctuations it emitted were enough to suppress a cultivator who had attained the perfection of the mortal level.

The owner of this high-rise building, the entire Fengcheng is aware, the invisible son, Yang Yuanhao.

In the building, a black-clothed, handsome-looking young man with a little cold light on his face sat cross-legged on the ground, pinching the cultivation seal in his hand, attracting the vitality of heaven and earth, and wandering around his body. The boy is Yang Yuanhao. Since last night's "outburst", when I returned home, I began to meditate and heal, and this has been the case.

"Whew." The boy opened his eyes and exhaled, sensing his own injury.

"That thing's destructive power is getting stronger and stronger, is it because of my cultivation?" Yang Yuanhao was slightly stunned, and the situation of the past episode came to his mind...

This mark has been around for as long as he can remember. Whenever asked about it, his parents would run away from it. And since he can remember, he has had a seizure every few nights, and there is always a black ** shadow in his heart, wantonly destroying his meridians, and when he is young, it is only a faint destructive force. Since Yang Yuanhao's cultivation has increased, although the time of attack has become infrequent, the power of each destruction is incomparably great.

"That said, it was a breakthrough." Yang Yuanhao muttered softly. He couldn't help but think of two figures. Immediately, his face was hideous, and his palms were clenched. "Dad, mother. Hao'er will definitely destroy those people and their clan with his own hands. ”

With the "Spirit Pond War" approaching, the popularity of Fengcheng has also reached the extreme. Almost every inn was full, and many faces were wandering around. Although the heroes gathered, there were many conflicts.

Yongkang, an old restaurant in Fengcheng, is said to have existed since the establishment of Fengcheng. Decades have already laid a sign, so Yongkang's business is extremely prosperous. This is also Yang Yuanhao's favorite restaurant.

"Hey! Did you hear that? Yin Ming, the personal disciple of the Fire Venerable of the Fire Country, is here. It is said that he came to the spiritual pool. "If you want to know the gossip, these restaurants are the most well-informed.

"Cut, which foreign Tianjiao came to Fengcheng, not for the 'Spirit Pool Battle'."

"Hey, this time is different, it is said that there is a heavy treasure in this spirit pool, which was personally surveyed by the Fire Venerable."

"Really? As soon as this news comes out, this 'Spirit Pool Battle' will be extremely exciting. ”

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"Heavy treasure." The handsome young man in the black color of Yongkang wine muttered to himself, it was Yang Yuanhao.

He picked up the wine glass in his hand, took a sip, looked at the crowded crowd outside the window, put the yuan coin (the common coin of the Yuansheng Continent) on the table, and moved quietly to the street.

Listening to the chaotic shouting and quarreling in his ears, Yang Yuanhao's heart was extremely calm.

Suddenly, in front of an inconspicuous stall, a strange fluctuation made Yang Yuanhao stunned. When I turned my face, I saw a rusty, inconspicuous bead of unknown material. That strange fluctuation was extremely weak, and if it weren't for his keen sense, he might not be able to sense it.

Although there were all kinds of doubts, Yang Yuanhao still took a step and stood in front of the stall.

"Young man, whatever you want to buy, look at it." In the stall, a stall owner wrapped in a black robe said in a hoarse voice.

"What is this?" Yang Yuanhao glanced at it, then pointed to the rusty bead and asked.

"I don't know." The stall owner's answer made Yang Yuanhao a little dumbfounded.

"Price?"

"Five hundred dollars." The stall owner's bland words are always like thunder, and he will not stop if he does not beat people.

"Don't say anything, I'm too dark, although I am not your cultivator, but what you cultivators fancy will not be mortal, it may be a treasure left by the ancients. I may have lost money on the price. The stall owner raised his empty eyes and looked at Yang Yuanhao, who had a cold face.

In fact, Yang Yuanhao didn't know what this was? Just curious. But the stall owner's words really made Yang Yuanhao feel reasonable. Originally, he didn't like to argue, and with a wave of his palm, a bag of coins flew to the stall owner, who caught the money bag and smiled "hehe".

Yang Yuanhao glanced at the stall owner lightly, and knew a little in his heart, maybe for ordinary people like him, "money" may be everything!

Retracting his thoughts, Yang Yuanhao reached out to take the beads, and just as he was about to pick up the rusty beads, a white palm took the first step to grab the beads. Suddenly, Yang Yuanhao's brows furrowed, and his face turned pale.

Looking along the palm of his hand, it was a handsome young man, dressed in a green shirt, holding a folding fan in his hand, and a small guy beside him. His face was a little feminine, but he vaguely gave Yang Yuanhao a sense of strength, just like a knife.

"What do you mean, Your Excellency?" Yang Yuanhao said coldly.

"Hehe, offended. It's just that Xiaosheng is a little curious about this bead, and he doesn't know if Brother Tai can cut his love. The young man smiled, and although his words were polite, they had an undeniable taste. Brother Tai don't be angry, although you have put the money on the stall, the stall owner has not put it away, and you have not taken it away, little brother, it can be said that it is an ownerless thing. Without waiting for Yang Yuanhao to speak, he turned to look at the stall owner and pointed at Yang Yuanhao, and said, "I don't know this little brother, what is the bid?" ”

"Five hundred dollars." The stall owner has a sense of watching a good show.

"I'll give a thousand, I don't know how?" He looked at Yang Yuanhao again, with a provocative tone, extremely arrogant.

"Hehe, I only know the yuan, not the others." The stall owner's words completely hooked Yang Yuanhao's anger. This kind of money slave deserves to die.

"According to Your Excellency's words, you have to rob it!" Yang Yuanhao's tone made people feel as cold as falling into an ice cellar.

"Words, why say so displeased. The meaning of the stall owner is very clear, the highest price wins. The boy was still smiling.

"Whoosh", before the words were finished, a cold light hit the young man in green shirts, and when he looked closely, it was a dagger, piercing his heart. The arrogance of teenagers does not come out of thin air, but has certain means. Just as the swift dagger was about to stab, the young man turned sideways, avoiding the vital point, but still cut his arm, and blood flowed. This scene made the young man in green shirt stunned, how could it be? I couldn't feel his breath fluctuating at all......

Yang Yuanhao put away the dagger and the bead, and with a move on his slender palm, a money bag flew and landed in the palm of his hand, which was the yuan he had paid before.

"The price, he paid." He put away the money bag, said coldly, and left without looking back.

"Young master, are you okay?" The little guy who came with the young man, seeing the blood flowing from his arm, was busy taking out a bottle of medicinal powder and sprinkling it on the wound of the young man in green shirt.

"Go, check it out for me, find out the details of this kid. No one has ever been able to hurt me Guo Lin......" The young man's face was hideous, his eyes were blood-red staring at the direction Yang Yuanhao left, his palms lit up with a blue light, and the folding fan in his hand turned into powder with a "bang".

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