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At the top of a giant tree, the decapitation knife was inserted horizontally into the trunk, the blade was flat, Qin Hao was not afraid, just lying on the knife surface, Wang Feng under the tree was speechless for a while.

He was small, and it was just right to lie on his side on the face of the knife, and he didn't know that he had already had this idea when he exchanged the beheading broadsword.

He rested his right hand on the hilt of the knife, which ensured that if there was any movement under the tree, the knife in his hand would be able to slash down the moment he turned sideways.

Qin Hao's eyes were half-open and he looked at Wang Feng who was recuperating under the tree with his eyes closed, his eyes moved slightly, and one by one the small black insects silently followed the blade of the knife, all the way down the trunk of the tree to the ground, and scattered without alarming Wang Feng.

Qin Hao's principle of life is: "You can have the heart of harming people, and you can have the heart of preventing people!" ”

"You mean, the closest one is Qingyun Sect?"

"Well, less than 300 miles to the south is the boundary of the Qingyun Sect, and if you go west at the same distance, it is the Ghost Valley."

"Qingyun Sect is a fourth-grade sect, is Guigu a third-grade sect?"

"Yes!"

Wang Feng replied, he had already noticed it along the way, Qin Hao was extremely lacking in some common-sense knowledge, so it was not surprising that Qin Hao would not know that Guigu was a three-grade sect.

"Then we'll go to Qingyun Sect."

Qin Hao had made a decision in his heart, he had already inquired about some content from Wang Feng's mouth along the way, and knew that the hierarchy between the sects in this world was far more stringent than he imagined.

With his background and qualifications, it is basically impossible to join the Shangsanpin Sect, to paraphrase Wang Feng's original words: "Everything depends on chance." ”

The explanation is that any of the Shangsanpin sects is a long-standing sect that has been inherited for thousands of years, with a profound heritage, and they don't bother to recruit disciples at all, or their disciples are all cultivated since childhood, and occasionally there are one or two exceptions, and they are all real peerless geniuses, who have been accepted by elder-level figures who have traveled abroad.

In a word, Qin Hao can directly dispel the idea of worshipping in the Ghost Valley, people don't recruit people at all, how can you enter.

In comparison, there are many sects of four, five or six grades in the entire continent, most of them have a short history and a deep heritage, and they have always recruited disciples in the hope of discovering one or two genius disciples from them, so that they can one day lead the sect to a higher level.

"Then the four-grade sect, we must not lower the standard anymore."

Qin Hao's heart is higher than the sky, but he also has to accept the reality, but this is already his minimum standard, and if he lowers it, it is absolutely impossible.

After thinking about it a lot, Qin Hao finally fell asleep.

He had a dream in which he wore a black trench coat embroidered with a few red clouds, a brown hat tied with wind chimes, and his eyes were like the most beautiful rubies in the world, exuding a faint light.

He sat on a throne made of pitch-black coffins, with chains on the throne stretching all the way to the back, and a dozen men who exuded a cold, powerful aura, dressed in the same costume as him, stared at him with indifferent eyes.

In front of him was a thick fog, and inside were countless men who could not see their faces, but also exuded a powerful aura, they were dressed differently, and they seemed to come from countless different places, all gathered together at this moment, holding knives at him.

He glanced blankly ahead, the corners of his mouth curled with disdain.

At this moment, a dark jade-colored flame under his feet suddenly turned into a thousand-meter beast, and a white bone sword emitting terrifying thunder light poked out of his palm, and when he held it lightly in his hand, there were endless thunder flashes, and in the thunder, there was an overwhelming tide of black insects gushing out.

He retracted his gaze, looked indifferently at the sun above his head with deep eyes, and coldly spit out four big words in his mouth: "Haohao's day!" ”

In a flash!

The world is dark.

Wang Feng under the tree looked up at the top of his head, a little upset by the snoring in the tree, he wanted to stand up several times, but finally gave up.

He looked at the smiling face in his sleep, and he didn't know why, but suddenly there was an inexplicable coldness in his heart.

"Forget it, it's not difficult to bring him to the place, so why rush and take this risk?"

Wang Feng slowly closed his eyes again, but he didn't know that around him, countless inconspicuous insects were staring at him faintly.

Nothing was said all night.

The moment the sun rose, Qin Hao opened his eyes together, staring blankly at the rising sun above his head, looking like he hadn't woken up.

"What a real dream!"

He yawned, turned over, and fell to the ground with a decapitating knife, only making a faint sound, and Wang Feng's eyelids jumped for a while.

"Is it an Assassin?"

Wang Feng muttered in a low voice.

Qin Hao rubbed his eyes, he seemed to be in a good mood, and said in his mouth: "It's a ninja!" ”

"Ninja?"

Wang Feng was surprised.

"No, it's better to call the blood stepmaster, pull the wind a little."

“.。。”

"Are you sure you're not kidding me?" The corners of Wang Feng's mouth twitched, obviously thinking that Qin Hao was telling the truth, but he thought in his heart at the same time: "Ninja, Blood Stepmaster, these two words are quite fresh. ”

"Let's go, go to Qingyun Sect."

Qin Hao asked Wang Feng to lead the way in front, and he followed behind, and the sound of rustling in the woods on both sides followed all the way.

After a while.

Wang Feng finally stopped, looking around with a little vigilant face, "Did you hear anything?" ”

After all, the voice followed by the insects quarreled all the way, and no matter how nervous he was, Wang Feng also felt that something was wrong.

Qin Hao also knew that this thing couldn't be hidden, a meaningful smile flashed in his eyes, and he spread his hands with a big grin and snapped his fingers.

In Wang Feng's frightened eyes, several insects climbed up his trouser legs from the grass next to him, all the way up, and finally lay quietly in the palm of his hand, and then, strangely seeped into Qin Hao's skin and disappeared.

"Drill, drill."

Wang Feng's brains exploded, and he felt that he was itching all over his body, as if countless insects were crawling on his back at this moment.

"Okay, let's go, you don't have it on you, if you don't lead the way quickly, it's hard to say."

Wang Feng was excited, and hurriedly ran forward, while running, he involuntarily slapped the clothes on his body, and Qin Hao, who looked behind him, laughed.

"Gollum! No wonder he wasn't wary of me at all last night."

"Yes, it must be."

As if he suddenly understood something, his face couldn't help but turn pale again, and he subconsciously glanced back at Qin Hao, and happened to meet the other party's black and white eyes that flashed with an inexplicable smile.

"Demons!"

A thought crossed his mind.

"This little ghost doesn't look big, but his scheming is deep, and his methods are weird, he is really a dangerous person, so don't do any more thoughts that shouldn't be, just send him to the place safely."

Thinking about it, the speed at his feet suddenly increased by three points.

Qin Hao gently pursed the corners of his mouth, his fingers gently rubbed the ring on his hand, his steps quickened, and he followed silently, only half of his mind was on the road, and half of it was immersed in the system.