It was obvious that he was here for Yan Hao, but no matter how he thought about it, he felt that there were only two situations - killing people and grabbing treasures, or it was related to the mysterious person hiding in Yan Mansion. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In short, no matter what the situation is, he Yanhao is asked for one word - death!

Although he knew the answer that was roughly not bad, Yan Hao really wanted to find out, he felt that only by figuring out the true identity and real purpose of the tracker could the future prevention be targeted, fast and effective, which was another reason why Yan Hao decided to go to a remote alley.

If there is a third reason, that is, he wants to control the scope of the battle to a small extent as much as possible, after all, the larger the range, the more people who know, then he Yan Hao and the Yan Mansion where he is located will inevitably be pushed to the forefront by people with intentions, which is not conducive to his further cultivation, improvement, and further refinement of the plan to find and kill the mysterious person.

Not long after Yan Hao's words fell, two monks walked out of the alley.

Among the two monks, one is a middle-aged man, with a medium stature, slightly fat, and an ordinary appearance, but his whole body has a flattering look that makes people sour, and standing next to him is a young monk, twenty-eight or nineteen years old, Yan Hao actually knows this young man.

In the image jade given by the soul slave Heishui, Yan Hao has seen it, he is Zhong Song, the second young master of the Zhong Mansion in Black Mountain City.

Yan Hao didn't expect that it would be Zhong Song, the second son of Zhongfu, who followed him all the way.

Zhong Song, who was bidding frantically in the underground auction not long ago, has no doubt that the ultimate purpose of bidding is to deal with Yan Hao, so that he can't buy the lot he wants, and his behavior is simply bad in Yan Hao's opinion.

We have no grievances and no enemies, why are you sticking a stick and trying to get along with me? Yan Hao said in his heart, could it be that the crazy bidding in front and the tracking this time were all secretly instructed by Yan Ling?

"Zhong Song, you are really promising," Yan Hao asked coldly with a narrow pair of eyes, "I didn't expect you to follow an eight-year-old young master in Yan Mansion, are you too busy to do when you are full?" ”

"Very good, it seems that you are not alone, I thought you didn't know me." Zhong Song immediately sneered and sarcastic.

The moment he walked out, Zhong Song's eyes were staring at Yan Hao, if his eyes could kill, I am afraid that Yan Hao had at least died hundreds of times, and he was still the kind that died and was tortured endlessly.

"Hehe, you just came out of the underground auction house, and you've been following me, right?"

"That's right! Ever since you deliberately set a trap for me to bid 1 million, I've been locking you in! You think I don't know, you don't need Purple Soul Armor? Do you think I don't know you're deliberately setting a trap for me to spend all the soul stones? But I still fell for you little fox, and wasted a million soul stones in vain! ”

"Hey, you took the Purple Soul Armor yourself, right? Why did you blame me? You pig brains, you? ”

"You just take advantage of your tongue! Hmph, haha, I was looking for a chance to attack you, but I didn't expect you stupid to choose a deep alley where few people come, you really know my mind! Today, Master Ben wants to let your rabbit cub play a game of evaporation in the world, and there are no bones left! Hahaha......"

Zhong Song gritted his teeth and finished speaking, and immediately laughed very arrogantly.

"Now that you know Young Master Ben's trap, why do you have to take a million to drill into it bravely? You're a pig's brain! Oh no, you can't even compare to a pig's brain, a pig's brain is a hundred times stronger than you! Hahaha! Hahaha! ”

Yan Hao deliberately stimulated him, and his laughter was particularly exaggerated.

Seeing that the person who was following him was Zhong Song, Yan Hao was a lot more relieved.

This guy doesn't have any real talent, and judging from the desperate bidding, he is a complete gentleman.

"You?! Bastard! Third uncle, let's slaughter this little king and eight lambs together! ”

When Yan Hao mentioned one million and scolded him with a smile, Zhong Song's face immediately turned pale, and his gaze staring at Yan Hao became more and more vicious, and he hated to pierce his internal organs with his eyes at once!

The middle-aged man beside him heard Zhong Song's words and suddenly pulled out a long sword from behind his back.

At the moment when the sword was unsheathed, the emerald green sword suddenly burst out from the sword like a storm.

"The pinnacle of the early Great Soul Martial Artist!"

The moment the soul power in the middle-aged man's body was released, Yan Hao immediately sensed his cultivation.

That strong soul fluctuation was not inferior to Yan Yun, the head of the four elders of the Yan Mansion.

"Hmph, you two want to kill me? The strength is still a little insufficient! ”

Yan Hao said as he pressed his temples with both hands, and a white light shot out from his forehead.

Immediately, a silver sword with a ruler length, thumb width, and a thick written cover was grabbed by Yan Hao in his left hand, and the blazing white sword was endless, forcing the surrounding air to suddenly emit a buzzing sound.

This silver sword is called Yinqiu, and it is a medium-grade Horcrux that Yan Hao found from the Yanfu Treasure Library.

In the eight years of Death Valley, he was constantly trained in swordsmanship by the old butler Grandpa Blue, and he had an extremely intimate feeling for the sword, so when he saw such a treasure, he couldn't help but take it out, and recognized the Lord with soul blood, and conserved it in the soul of the ancestor on his forehead.

The Xuan'ou Continent is a world that pays special attention to soul cultivation.

Not to mention monks, even ordinary people, their souls are far more than at least ten times higher than the earthlings in Yan Hao's cognition.

Therefore, for the monks on the Xuan'ou Continent, the treasures they use will be contained in the souls of the ancestors.

The time for this silver sword to be cultivated by Yan Hao's soul is still short, so it is not so arbitrary to use it.

"You're just a late-stage soul warrior Great Perfection cultivator!"

"Hmph, boy, you are still ashamed to say that we are not strong enough?!"

"Are you only going to take advantage of your tongue? Or do you have a little head to talk nonsense? ”

Originally, the middle-aged man still had a solemn expression, but when he sensed the soul fluctuations emanating from Yan Hao's body, his slightly nervous mood suddenly relaxed, and he thought that Yan Hao, the young master of Yan Mansion who was always reminded by Zhong Song to be on guard, would be some kind of peerless genius, but he didn't expect that it was just a low-level cultivation that only had the soul warrior in the late stage of the Great Perfection.

For him, a strong man who has entered the realm of the Great Soul Martial Master, Yan Hao is a scumbag.

The Great Soul Martial Artist shot it is simply a knife for killing chickens.

"Third uncle, don't be careless!"

"Yan Ling of the Yan Mansion has repeatedly reminded me that he has a silver wolf, and he is very fast!"

"You can also arrange the Ten Thousand Beast Array, one person and one wolf join forces, and they actually kill a mid-stage Great Perfection Soul Martial Master!"