In just eight years, the silver wolf has stood at the height of the third level of soul beasts, and it takes other soul beasts three or four hundred years to reach the height, but the silver wolf can easily do it, completely relying on the high-level soul beasts such as the Silver Wolf King of Death Valley, the Silver Wolf King's father, and the textile mother to collect thousands of years of heavenly and earthly treasures, completely relying on the unique soul lake of Death Valley, and completely relying on the anti-heaven inheritance that the Silver Wolf clan itself possesses that can quickly increase the level and break through the realm. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, there is no such thing as a free lunch, and it is impossible to expect pie in the sky to fall.

As the saying goes, blessings and misfortunes lurk, misfortunes and blessings rely on, any way to solve the problem has its two-sidedness, for the silver wolf with an advanced speed against the sky, although its strength and magic power have gone up, but the hidden dangers left in his body are also extremely huge-

If you want to further improve your strength in the future, two words, it is very difficult, as for promotion, it is a matter of the sun coming out of the west, three words, impossible! The crux of all this is that the soul of the silver wolf is too fragile and too mixed, and it can't keep up with the development needs of a strong body and natural powers.

What's more, the silver wolf also shared a soul with him Yan Hao.

And the wonderful effect produced by the Soul Secret Sutra is a clever and clever solution to this problem.

As long as he enjoyed and bathed Yan Hao's soul fluctuations caused by reciting the Soul Secret Sutra for a long time, the silver wolf could permanently remove the huge hidden danger in his body.

"This is our secret killing weapon," Yan Hao patted the head of the mini silver wolf on his shoulder seriously, "Brother, don't say it, remember, don't!" ”

The mini silver wolf shook his head angrily, an old pedant, and said loudly into Yan Hao's ear: "I know, I know, the husband is not guilty, I understand, I understand!" ”

"Go to the Yan Mansion Inner Mansion where you cheap Daddy Yan Qing's cultivation, since it is the top cultivation family in Black Mountain City, the background must be extremely deep," Yan Hao's soul came from the depths of his soul The soul fluctuations emitted by the wisp of remnant soul in the jade pei on his chest, "It is very important to get the inheritance of Yan Mansion as soon as possible, it will be of great benefit to you, a full-soul warrior in the late stage, to consolidate, improve and even break through the realm, you must not miss it." Besides, you still don't know anything about many things in the Xuan'ou Continent, and there must be many books in the Yan Mansion that have relevant records, although you are a fake Thirteenth Young Master of the Yan Mansion, but no one knows about it, you can naturally enter this kind of place! ”

"Cool old man, thank you, I was about to say hello to my mother, so I went to the inner mansion to meet my father, hehe!" Yan Haoma uploaded this message to the cool old man.

"I'm tired too, go and rest! Stinky boy, be careful, people's hearts are unpredictable, people's hearts are fickle, people's hearts are sinister, remember! ”

"Chirp crookedly, do you think I'm really eight years old, I'm a thirty-year-old mentality, thirty-year-old wisdom, thirty-year-old ......"

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When the sun climbed up the treetops, that is, at nine o'clock in the morning, Yan Hao came out of the silent recitation of the Soul Secret Sutra, smiled and nodded to his mother Xiao Jiumei, who was waiting beside him, and said in a tender voice: "Mom, just put the porridge, steamed buns, fritters, and side dishes you bought on the table outside, don't wait for me to eat together, aren't you hungry?" ”

"Hao'er, Mom is not hungry when she sees you well, by the way, hurry up and eat, you haven't eaten for ten days, what a little monster, and you are so energetic, you, you are scared to death Mom!" Xiao Jiumei's index finger lightly touched Yan Hao's forehead, and reproached with love.

Xiao Jiumei entered the inner room Yanhao is actually very clear, he took care of Xiao Jiumei ten days ago, he wants to meditate and practice, he must not enter the room where he sleeps at will, and he can only come in after ten days.

In the past ten days, it is simply that Xiao Jiumei is not sleeping or sleeping, it can be said that she doesn't think about tea and food, and her whole mind is on her baby son Yan Hao.

It's no wonder that this son has always been crazy and stupid and demented, so that she has not been worried for a day, since the night ten days ago suddenly became smart, she is worried and happy, especially in these ten days, she is even more burned, worried that her son will suddenly go crazy or starve or even starve to death.

Oh my God, normal people have to be hungry and panic if they don't eat for a day, as the saying goes, doesn't it mean that people are iron rice or steel, and they are hungry and panicked if they don't eat for a day? If you don't eat for ten days, even if you have ten lives, you can't starve to death?

Yan Hao can naturally guess Xiao Jiumei's thoughts, and he doesn't explain, but he enjoys and even fascinates this cheap mother's affectionate tone.

Alas, bitter child, what is now full of Yan Hao's memories is either the loneliness of Death Valley lacking the love of his biological parents, or the misery of the undercover police officer on Earth who has been wandering for thirty years without parental love.

"Don't worry, Mom, I'm here for dinner! After eating, I'm going to go to the inner house to see my father, by the way, when I just finished the work, my son accidentally broke the mosquito net, so you don't have to worry about it, when I see my father, I will naturally ask him for a new top, well, this place, I have to move, I am the thirteenth young master of the Yanfu family, my mother is the ninth wife of the Yanfu Ming Media who is marrying and is the eighth classic, living here, too wronged and faceless! Yan Hao said as he stretched out his little hand to support Xiao Jiumei, came to the outer room, rinsed his mouth and washed his face first, and then stuffed his stomach in three mouthfuls.

Right now, Yan Hao is the late stage of the Soul Warrior Great Perfection, and naturally he has not yet reached the point where he can not eat or drink. However, once he entered the realm of the soul martial artist, Yan Hao can be said to have truly stepped into the threshold of a monk, and only by becoming a soul martial artist can he not eat or drink for a month or two, and can he really gain the favor and attention of the top management of the Yan Mansion.

After eating, Xiao Jiumei reminded her left and right again, Yan Hao was already very used to it, and said "I know", he immediately stepped out of the broken fence door embedded in the low earthen wall, and according to the route that Xiao Jiumei had explored these days, he went straight to the inner mansion where her father Yan Qing was.

The silver wolf, who was originally tall and mighty, was now curled up on Yan Hao's shoulders in a mini shape, his eyes were half-squinted, and he looked intoxicated: "I said brother, I estimate that this trip to the Inner Mansion is not so simple, right?" ”

"Cut, do you still need to say this? Even if he established his authority in the Waifu ten days ago, the momentum is not small, but there are more smug and arrogant and boastful guys in this world, and those wives in the Yan Mansion will definitely secretly compete for power and profit, even if it is more than ten children of the head of the family Yan Qing, hehe, in fact, including me, I am afraid that there will be unscrupulous intrigue, isn't this normal? There is a saying that where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, hehe, isn't it, brother?! Yan Hao walked briskly but powerfully, looking calm and relaxed.

"Hehehe, my brother is a bamboo in his chest, and you are a victorious general who wins every battle?!"

"Who's to say it isn't? Look at your little look! Young Master Ben has a brother with great powers like you, and he still needs to be worried and afraid? ”

"Cut, brother, I'm not your thug, I'm your brother......"

Yan Hao and the mini silver wolf on his shoulders muttered through the outer mansion, and without half a pillar of incense, they seemed to arrive at the periphery of the hills that tightly surrounded the Crescent Lake.

The hills surrounding the Crescent Moon Lake look more like rolling peaks, with an altitude of about 300 to 600 meters, and you can see the ethereal peaks of the highest peaks in the distance.

The Ethereal Peak is not only the highest, but also next to the Crescent Lake, Yan Qing, the head of the Yanfu family of the Xiuzhen family, is cultivating on this peak, unlike other peaks, this mountain peak is only owned by Yan Qing, there are no second-generation disciples and third-generation disciples on it, even if there are no core disciples, only when a discussion or a major event occurs, it seems lively here.

Usually, it's just two words - quiet!

At the foot of the Ethereal Peak, a stone road winds up, looming among the clouds and mist and lush forests.

This stone road is made of a patchwork of blue stripes of stone with a width of a zhang, and it is very wide, and it can be driven by four carriages side by side.

As soon as Yan Hao lifted his feet and stepped on the stone road, a big man appeared out of thin air next to the stone road.

He pointed at Yan Hao with one hand and shouted angrily: "Whose little doll? Don't you want to live? Stop now! Here is the ethereal peak, idle people, etc., all do not enter, if there is disobedience, severe punishment waits! ”