"Hoo ......"

Hao Jianjian walked down the mountain, but he didn't encounter any demons and monsters, and found a hill that had been ravaged by wind and frost from under the mountain forest, and there happened to be a cave on the back that could accommodate four or five people, and it happened to be the back slope to avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble.

In the messy haystack, Hao Jian's stable figure sat on a square mixed with dirt and stones, and had just experienced a fierce battle, although it had been repaired for almost three or four hours at this time, Hao Jian felt that his body was still a little tired, but the meridians everywhere in his body couldn't help but add a smile, and stood up, Hao Jian's figure was very tall, if it wasn't for the high enough height of this cave, I'm afraid Hao Jian would have had a hard time even raising his head.

The moment he walked out of the cave, Hao Jian stretched out very comfortably, very satisfied, and he had been holding the demon pill of the red ring snake in his hand, and the filthy substances on it had been cleaned up by him, and he was moved for a while, just recalling the scene when he fought with the red ring snake, although he was strong enough to bombard it, and on the surface, he obtained the demon pill the size of a dragon's eye in his hand, but for some of his own shortcomings, Hao Jian also had a general understanding.

Thinking about it carefully, it is easier to gather the so-called merits of oneself with the use of Prajna Wuxianggong, and the one or two martial arts that I have mastered are also re-studied, and I feel that kind of hearty battle, which is very refreshing and satisfying.

The more he used the Prajna Wuxiang Gong Hao Jian, the more surprised he became, how against the sky the exercises that this system rewarded him, and Hao Jian also had a general understanding of the classification of martial arts, he felt that this kind of Prajna Wuxiang Gong was definitely far beyond the heaven-level exercises, and it was even possible to be the same as the Five Fowl Fist, and the rating was above the gods.

As soon as the golden-bodied Buddha came out behind him, just three zhang could attract the visions of heaven and earth, and the gorgeous golden light in the sky was like a sharp sword, Hao Jian felt that behind him was the most martial Buddha in heaven and earth, and anyone he wanted to kill could not escape the judgment, and life and death were between his own thoughts.

There is also the invincible merit, even if Hao Jian doesn't know how the power of merit comes from, but its power can't be estimated, imagine that Hao Jian is just an eighth-order martial spirit who can forcefully bombard a demon beast at the level of a martial king, what does he rely on?

It's the power of merit!

Under the baptism of this divine merit power, any evil will be ruthlessly destroyed, even if it is the evil thought that suddenly arises in your mind, it will be ruthlessly destroyed, as the saying goes, who can be without fault if a person is not a sage, even if it is as strong as Emperor Wu can say in his heart that he does not have any evil thoughts?

This is categorically impossible!

"Huh?"

Just released a trace of divine consciousness casually, and the dozens of miles of the nearby mountains and forests in an instant were almost under the control of Hao Jian's spiritual power, almost a few miles away from Hao Jian, there were two martial arts of the ninth order of martial arts fighting, and the trees that fell one after another around were in a large area, it seemed that the battle lasted not for a short time, and both sides were dead.

"Funny ......"

Hao Jian turned his shape, and with a tremor of the air, Hao Jian disappeared in place, leaving behind a rapidly trembling fallen leaf, glowing blue-brown, and the veins of the leaves were connected to each other, and the route connected together told the extraordinary.

"The two of them should seem to be from the same sect or family, what is the reason why the two of them are fighting?"

All Hao Jian can imagine is a treasure or an incredible source of opportunity.

Smack.

"Sting. ”

It's only a few miles, Hao Jian's spirit void steps a few turns and then crossed into the dense forest, the surroundings are very quiet, from time to time you can hear the sound of leaves falling on the ground and hitting dead leaves, maybe the only support is the sound of the two swords resisting the metal collision.

Hao Jian's divine sense has always been locked on the two of them, and when he landed nearby, he could understand why these two people of the same clan and origin would still fight.

"Dumao Spirit Grass!"

Although Hao Jian lacked knowledge of spirit grass, he could still see at a glance that the herb growing at the root of the tree was suspended together with the spiritual energy, and the buds on it were slightly opening and closing.

"Hmph, it's really a man who dies for money, birds die for food, yes, master, I will be a good person, and I reluctantly accepted this single grass grass. ”

Hao Jiangu didn't care when he made contact with the two people who were still fighting, and he stepped up with a weak step under his feet, still looking for a messy memory in his mind, which was naturally about Dumao Lingcao.

Dumao spirit grass, the nature of which is shady, is an indispensable herb for refining a special elixir, what is the specific elixir called, Hao Jian also forgot a little for a while, it seems to be about breaking through the realm of the martial king, increasing the probability of breakthrough.

In the blink of an eye, Hao Jian had already fallen under the giant tree, and he pulled up the Dumao Spirit Grass, the feeling of starting was very gentle and comfortable, looking at the two martial artists who were pulsating with each other, Hao Jian showed a slight smile on his face, and then put the Spirit Grass in his hand into his storage bag.

These two goods are very engrossed, Hao Jian is more and more funny, although these two people are martial arts ninth-order martial artists, but the martial artist who uses the big sword, it seems that he can't even hold his own big knife, and he still uses the moves of the long sword, picking, stabbing, horizontal, falling, it seems that he is a practitioner with a sword, but at the moment he is holding a big knife to use, but it is really quite joyful.

"It turns out that the long sword can really cut people. "Stop and watch, I want to learn a good skill or two, and I want to try it myself in the future, what is the feeling of slashing people with a sword.

"Stop, Stop, Stop......"

A hurried shout sounded, and the warrior who was holding the big sword seemed to see Hao Jian, and saw that the Dumao Spirit Grass had disappeared, so he urged the warrior with the long sword.

The two of them stopped and looked at Hao Jian together, with a displeased expression, it seemed that they had noticed that Hao Jian was just a martial spirit eighth-order battle scumbag, and he dared to snatch the Dumao Spirit Grass under the noses of the two of them?

And what do those eyes mean?

Think of us as trapped beasts?

Look for death!

"The dog over there dares to snatch the Dumao Spirit Grass in front of your two grandfathers, is it crooked?"

Li Hao is the name of the martial artist with the big sword, at this moment his heart is extremely unbalanced, originally he first discovered this Dumao Spirit Grass, but he didn't expect to meet this fellow disciple who had to see it, and he fought with the same door for a while, where did he think that now he has deviated from the scum of the eighth order of the martial spirit in front of him, and he defiled his own Dumao Spirit Grass is damned!

"Oh, what do you say you two are me?"

"Grandpa!"

"Good grandson, first filial piety to your grandfather Hao such a good herb, it really makes me a little embarrassed, there is nothing to give you, how about sending you back to the west?"