A few days passed quietly, and Wu Haotian didn't feel that many masters had emerged in the capital these days, but the capital was quiet and terrifying, more like the eve of a storm. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

For several days in a row, Wu Haotian spent time in the Nine Souls Space, constantly learning the spells of the talisman master Qin Zhengtian, constantly making talismans, and constantly studying, leaving little time for Wu Haotian, if he could wake up the senior brother of the Hanging Pot Daoist, if he let them take Sun Wanqing in, it would be a good attention.

Wu Haotian has reason to believe that these so-called masters will be afraid of Qingfeng Guan's status in the hidden gate.

It's just that what worries Wu Haotian is that in the face of sufficient interests, people may not be able to do anything, if the dragon egg is particularly important to that group of martial artists, Qingfeng Guan is nothing.

For a while, Wu Haotian hesitated about the so-called decision.

After digesting all the spells of the talisman master, Wu Haotian had a little experience in treating him, and after preparing the things that should be prepared, Wu Haotian went to Zhuge Mansion.

Coming to Zhuge Mansion with a familiar car, Wu Haotian was slightly surprised to find that the people of the Hanging Pot Dao had already greeted him at the door.

I didn't tell this guy in advance, but after thinking about it, this Hanging Pot Daoist still has a bit of fortune-telling skills, and he can naturally pinch his fingers for his arrival.

The Hanging Pot Daoist and the little Taoist looked slightly nervous at the door, and when they saw Wu Haotian walking towards them, the Hanging Pot Daoist gestured.

Wu Haotian smiled and said, "Master of the Hanging Pot, you are here to greet me so early, it is tormenting me." “

The Hanging Pot Daoist made a gesture of invitation and said, "What kind of master am I, I don't know how many layers of certainty you have this time?" “

Wu Haotian stepped over the threshold and stretched out a finger.

The little Taoist priest's face suddenly turned gloomy: "Is it only a success?" “

Wu Haotian glanced at the little Taoist: "I mean ten, but I'm not sure about the recovery of strength." Plan in advance. “

The Hanging Pot Daoist nodded, but did not speak, quite mysterious.

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When he came to that room again, Wu Haotian found that the old man who was cross-legged on the bed was getting more and more pale, and Wu Haotian knew why the master and apprentice saw him with joy on his face just now, if he was a few days late, the old man would probably have no life.

The later these natural treasures are, the less the human body absorbs them, and the worse the effect is.

It's like a person taking an antibiotic, once you eat too much, when the big virus attacks the human body, the antibiotic will be useless.

The old Taoist of the hanging pot glanced at Wu Haotian, and then glanced at the little Taoist, and the little Taoist obediently retreated.

The little Taoist priest knew very well that there were some things that he could not touch yet, and the master did this so that Master Wu could fully trust him.

Wu Haotian stretched out his hand and gently touched the old man's wrist, his pulse was almost empty, but fortunately, there was a true qi maintained in his body, no need to guess, Wu Haotian knew that it was the Hanging Pot Dao man who was using his true qi to renew the life of the old man.

The true qi in the old man's body should be the natal true qi of the people of the Hanging Pot Dao, and there are a few wisps of natal true qi in the martial artist's dantian, which is particularly precious, if the natal true qi is distributed to others, it will also have a greater or less impact on his own cultivation.

Wu Haotian let out a long sigh and said leisurely: "Hanging pot Dao Chief, why do you bother." “

The people of the Hanging Pot Dao naturally understood that Wu Haotian had already sensed the natal true qi in the senior brother's body, and he had no complaints about this, the senior brother was his only relative at this time, after the master left, it was the senior brother who took care of him, and the senior brother was like a reborn parent in his world.

He hopes that his senior brother will stay alive at all costs.

"I have no regrets!" The Hanging Pot Daoist said quite resolutely.

Wu Haotian glanced at the Hanging Pot Daoist with a little appreciation, squinted, and said, "I think your senior brother is quite moved by your behavior when he wakes up." “

Immediately, he took out a rune from his bag and said to the head of the hanging pot: "I need your help in the whole process, you will see my gestures later, if I pinch it with three fingers, you will burn this rune with Dao fire, and then when it does not dissipate, shoot it on your senior brother's chest, and there can be no mistakes." “

The Hanging Pot Daoist took the talisman in Wu Haotian's hand and nodded solemnly, he can still do this kind of thing well.

Wu Haotian didn't say much, and continued to take out a few runes from his bag, which he had drawn well before he came.

"Boom!" With a bang, several runes in Wu Haotian's hand quickly burned, and the colors of the flames were different, which were red, orange, blue, and purple.

Wu Haotian saw that the time was about the same, and without hesitation, he shot the four runes in his hand into the four corners of the old man's southeast, northwest, and northwest.

The four flames seemed to have spirituality, and after they settled, several ancient inscriptions flashed.

Seeing Wu Haotian's hand, the shock in his heart was even more indescribable.

Could it be that this Wu Haotian is not just a martial artist, a Taoist doctor, or a talisman?

Although many warriors can also make talismans, they cannot be called talismans, because the current talismans are not only making talismans, but they also use ancient inscriptions.

Now it seems that Wu Haotian is a qualified talisman master, and his grade is not low!

But can an ordinary person really cross so many fields?

It's not just hard work!

It takes a lot of talent!

There is no shortage of powerful martial artists in this world, and there is no shortage of Taoist doctors who can cure all diseases, but there is only one profession that is extremely lacking, and that is the talisman, a powerful talisman does not need to make a move, just need to simply draw a talisman to kill the Quartet! Even summon ancient monsters! Therefore, in the Hidden Gate, the status of the talisman is much higher than that of a normal martial artist.

The most powerful class in the Hidden Sect is also the sect that controls the Fu Master.

What is the origin of this Wu Haotian?

Why did Master Zu inherit his herb medicine skills, and why did he seem like an unsolvable mystery?

Of course, Wu Haotian didn't know what the Hanging Pot Daoist was thinking at the moment, and he took out a red line about ten meters long from his bag.

This red line has a great origin, but it is not the red line in the hands of the old man, but the soul rope!

The reason why it is called the soul rope is because as long as this rope is enclosed in a circle, the soul in the circle will not disperse.

The soul of the old man on the bed was already very light, and Wu Haotian had to ensure that those rather weak souls could not be dispersed.

Surrounding the old man, Wu Haotian stretched out his ring finger, put it on his mouth and bit it gently, and a few drops of blood overflowed in an instant.

Wu Haotian did not hesitate to wipe the bleeding finger on the rope, and the red rope instantly sucked the blood from Wu Haotian's finger.

At the same time, a red light suddenly appeared, constantly swimming on the soul fixing rope, which was quite strange.

For the soul rope to really work, it must suck enough essence blood.

Soul with blood! Trap the soul with a rope!

After doing all this, Wu Haotian's forehead had already overflowed with some beads of sweat the size of beans, after all, arranging these things was extremely exhausting.