Yang Hao took a breath. He didn't know what kind of resentment they would have had tens of thousands of years ago. He could only follow Huang Tian's wishes. In the future, he will have the opportunity to pass on the Heavenly Perfection Dharma.

"For millennia, in addition to being cheap, a phantom was a documented fake shot......

Two days later, Yang Hao shouted loudly:

"Heavenly Fist!"

Then, Yang Hao's fist glittered, and a punch print was printed. This has nothing to do with Yang Hao's fake fight in the ninth stage, which is dozens of feet away.

And Yang Hao spurted out a mouthful of blood, which was not small and was mostly blocked.

Unexpectedly, this heavenly fist was imprinted with the ...... of war fierceness, "Stone room!" In the middle, Yang Haohua's own opponent was afraid to revel in.

"Anyway, this is a powerful ghost idea...... Yang Hao smiled, knowing that he must have improved a lot.

"I didn't know that now I could fight with the Lingtai monk......" Yang Hao licked his lips, now that he had another card, he was more confident in himself, and now he was a little eager to try.

"Count the date, Qinggangmu may have matured, can you take it to the Heavenly Machine Hall..."! Yang Hao shook his head, temporarily suppressed the counterattack seal of the Heavenly Fist, and walked out of Fang Shi's eastern suit......

Yang Hao stepped on his sword and flew towards his small house. On the way, he met quite a few people, all of whom were disciples of the Inner Ring.

Yang Hao has something to do. There are few people in Liufeng, and there is only one inner disciple. These inner disciples are obviously from other mountains, and they don't know what the inner disciples are doing here.

"Brother, what about you?" Yang Hao stopped one of his inner disciples and asked him.

"It's Yang Shidi!" The disciple who was famous for the inner gate was caught, his face was red, and he was a little unhappy. He looked up at Yang Hao, and suddenly, his face became happy.

"The person who shared the ticket would go to see the sect, so the elders ordered the arrangement of the six peaks to entertain guests on top of the six peaks. Why, don't the teachers and young students know?" the disciple smiled.

"Oh, that's right. I've been studying behind closed doors lately, so I don't know where it is," Yang Hao said.

"Haha, the teacher and his younger brother are so talented and diligent in practice, they can wash the sky in the future! Don't forget that I was waiting for you ...... at that time! The disciple smiled and said to Yang Hao, "How can I flatter him?"

Yang Hao smiled and didn't say anything. He clenched his fists and thanked him. Then he continued his flight to his little house.

The clear steel wood outside the small house has been surrounded by thick and thin, Yang Hao's head is very satisfied, although he is not used to the method of grass and trees, but the effect of water droplets these days is also good.

Yang Hao manipulated his fear of the sword and chopped all the clean steel and wood from the dung. Then he looked at his savings and dumped his bag. He shook his head, letting dozens of transparent strips of steel float behind him.

"This is not calculating ......!" Yang Hao muttered to himself, then stepped on the fear of the sword and flew in the direction of the Heavenly Machine Palace.

Mainly because there are too many Qinggang logs, Yang Haozheng's method is passed through Hao Chuan's method, so he can only fly all the way there.

Soon after, in the Tianji Hall, Lingcaoling Wood Industry acceptance site.

Yang Hao came here slowly, with the expressions of more than a dozen Qinggang people floating behind him.

Along the way, no one paid attention to Yang Hao's desk. Until now, there was still a group of people looking at him, as if they were looking at some kind of rare spirit animal.

"Uncle Shi, this is the green oka wood I planted. Yang Hao pointed to Qinggang's expression behind him, and an old man walked over.

The old man's name was a Taoist priest from the Kingdom of Jindan. Now there are not many longevity gardens, and the blood and qi are withered. That's why he came here to accept Ling Mu Lingcao.

"It's Yang nephew......" The Taoist priest raised his head and looked at the clean iron wood behind Yang Hao.

"Look at the color should be top-notch, at least 30 years of transparent steel and wood......" he ate a meal, and then said:

"Good catalysis. ”

Yang Hao smiled slightly, put more than a dozen logs on the ground, and handed over your token to the Taoist priest.

"You can be Aooka expression, 4800 donations. The Taoist priest said that he set aside 4,800 copies of Yang Hao's ID card for donations, and then handed them to Yang Hao.

"Uncle Xie. Yang Hao clenched his fists and walked to the other side of the Heavenly Machine Hall with the token.

"Brother, I didn't win this award last time I inspected the mission...... In front of the window, Yang Hao grabbed the ID card alley.

In the window, a dignified-looking person with a similar name looked at Yang Hao, and his eyes showed a sense of admiration.

"My brother gave me my ID card. "Confucian humanity.

Subsequently, he took out a red card and contributed to Yang Hao's identity card.

"Well, there are already 10 million donations in the ten land tokens. Confucius returned the token to Yang Hao.

"Ten million?" Yang Hao was startled.

"Yes, this was ordered by the three elders personally after the disciple returned to the sect," Confucius explained.

Yang Hao nodded and took the token back. His face remained silent.

Turning around, he burst out laughing and donated millions of dollars, which meant that he had suddenly become rich and could change many things in the sect. He could even invite the elders of the sect's alchemy to create a tool for him.

In the Heavenly Machine Hall, almost all the disciples looked at Yang Hao, his face covered with patterns.

Nowadays, any sect disciple knows that Yang Hao is famous, because most of them are foreign disciples, so there are many people here who worship Yang Hao very much.

However, Yang Hao suddenly burst out laughing just now, waiting for someone's thoughts to waver.

Yang Hao coughed embarrassedly, hurriedly walked out of the Tianji Hall, stepped on the ticket and sword, and returned to his small house.

Yang Hao sat in the middle of the small house. He had been trembling by the power of the Heavenly Fist before, and now he had not come to treat his wounds.

At this time, he felt his wound and was surprised.

"Heavenly Fist is too powerful......" Yang Hao muttered to himself with a few minutes of trembling fear.

Yang Hao's internal organs were all hit, his bones were a little dislocated, and his right hand was also a little extended.

"Yes..."! Yang Hao was afraid of being complacent. He didn't know how strong an ordinary Taoist priest was. He just typed the same print and then got broken.

"Huangtian waved his fist, broke the mountains and rivers, and shot down the stars......" Yang Hao rested for a while, not knowing when he would be able to do it.

Subsequently, Yang Hao took out a skin rejuvenation pill and began to heal.

It didn't take long for Yang Hao to take out the gourd soaked in dzi and drip a drop on it.

Yang Hao's whole body is hot, and as long as a drop of liquid, it can be transformed into an absolutely pure spirit, which is equivalent to half of Yang Hao's body energy.

Yang Haoben made a breakthrough in an instant and became a monk in the middle of the seventh stage of Taoist baptism.

Yang Hao opened his eyes and dropped a drop of liquid to practice here.

Three years later.

Not so long ago, six peaks were played in martial arts.

Yang Hao looked at the martial arts performances that were obviously long gone, and their face shapes.

Two monks, Yang Hao and Fang Shi, lived on six peaks and slopes and performed martial arts for their disciples. Mr. Fang can't use them. What did Yang Hao do when he was playing martial arts alone?

Therefore, Yang Hao didn't even know that Liufeng had a martial arts field.

At this time, a Taoist priest brought two women.

The cultivation of two women is powerful, and the cultivation of two women is in the middle of the eighth stage of Taoist baptism.

"Five people are each faction, and two days are proud to be at the last point. Missing eyes opened his mouth and asked about the width of the color on the surface, but he didn't look at the width of the color at all. He just looked carefully at the Seven Apostles.