"Little brother, this thing is in the arms of Feng, as long as the little brother wins a certain family for one and a half moves, the things inside will belong to you, how about it?"

Hyacinth, few people know, what his original name was, he is not very old, he can't make three rounds, his origin is even more mysterious, his cultivation seems to be only five layers in the middle of the foundation, standing in the crowd, even if he is an ordinary monk, he has to bow his head slightly to talk to him, and he is emaciated, and he has little sense of existence.

But if you inquire about this among the core disciples of the personal transmission, he is a famous person, not to mention the core disciples of the thirty-six peaks, even those geniuses who occupy the top cave mansions of each peak all the year round, and they are also in awe of him. And the most famous is that he once chased and killed the monks in the middle of the Jindan period, with his ghostly body, it took half a month to forcibly spend half a month, and the monks in the middle of the Jindan were completely higher than a large class, and they harassed and attacked restlessly day and night, and finally grinded to death.

Not to mention the process, the ending alone is enough to rank as a core disciple, but the strange thing is that there is no family or peak master who has such a discussion, and there is no family to come forward to solicit, and he has always been a lone shadow, rarely intersecting with people, this time it is a sect deacon Jin Dan, who appeared with a jade box, and simply handed over the jade box to him, without saying a word, so that people can't see the slightest clue. And it was the first to take the stage to invite the battle.

Zhou Hao couldn't feel the other party's murderous intention, even with the power of his own soul, he could only detect a trace of ethereal chaos, and there seemed to be a strange aura, which always lingered around Hyacinth's body, making it difficult to accurately freeze the other party.

"Senior Brother Feng, Zhou Hao is just a newcomer, he should not be so respected by his senior brother, the so-called people are also clouds, I want to come to the senior brother's fiery eyes, and naturally distinguish the truth from the false. "

It's not that Zhou Hao doesn't know how to say polite words, but he's just not good at it, so he just stretched out one hand and asked Hyacinth to make a move.

"Okay, junior brother is refreshing, then Feng will be offended. With that, Hyacinth reached out and stroked the storage bag around his waist, and instantly held two dark and shiny thorn-like spiritual weapons in the palm of his hand.

Hiss, hiss, hiss, before it could be waved, the slightest strange sound simply drilled into the soul, and it seemed that it could not be shielded, could not be isolated, as if it itself came from the depths of the soul.

If it is really so terrifying, I am afraid that Zhou Hao does not need to fight again, although the divine soul is affected, but in Zhou Hao's pair of eyes, at the moment when a pair of thorn-shaped spiritual weapons appeared, there was a spiritual power in the palm of the hyacinth, which slashed along the thorn blade like flowing water, and then there was a strange voice in his divine soul.

Not only Zhou Hao was affected, but because the ring was only from the hands of the Jindan monks, in addition to having a certain amount of protection ability, the effect of suppression on other isolation was not great, so many monks who approached outside the ring were immediately upset and irritable, with chest tightness and congestion, as if they wanted to vomit.

"This, what's going on?" someone exclaimed, and forcibly endured the discomfort of almost vomiting blood, and hurriedly retreated backwards, which gradually calmed down the feeling of boredom in his chest.

Zhou Hao picked at the corner of his eyes, he had never seen such a blade, but this was undoubtedly a strange-shaped spiritual weapon, and it could actually affect the divine soul For a monk who is good at and likes refining weapons, it is undoubtedly very attractive.

Of course, the most important thing at the moment is to have fought one battle first, and it is possible to think about other things after winning the battle, against a monk of the same level, at least on the surface, Zhou Hao has no reason to use magic weapons and life-saving talismans, a spirit sword that is only a mid-grade level, and he holds it in his hand.

Stepping forward and slashing, it was just an instant, and the hyacinth had already jumped in, and the two thorn-shaped spiritual weapons were like spiritual snakes probing the acupoints, approaching Zhou Hao's eyes, which made him have to resist with medium-grade spiritual weapons.

Outside the ring, there were exclamations, Tianyan Sect is not one of those wild and bitter cold places, the cultivation resources are rich, the monk's vision is naturally broad, and it is still very easy for people to have a few spiritual weapons, even the best spiritual weapons are not rare, and seeing that Zhou Hao actually resisted with a medium-grade spiritual weapon, he was disappointed after exclaiming.

"Hey, what kind of demon monk did you think, but I didn't think it was an embroidered pillow. No one refutes the monk's words, and as soon as the so-called connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one. Zhou Hao's start is a failure, and no one should despise him.

Zhou Hao also sighed bitterly in his heart, not because of his own carelessness, but because the speed of Hyacinth has exceeded the extreme, far exceeding the normal speed of the foundation building monk, if Zhou Hao knew that Hyacinth used speed as a weapon to grind a mid-stage Jindan monk to death, he would never think like this.

And to resist the opponent's best spiritual weapon with a medium-grade spiritual weapon, it is also a helpless choice, this season can not retreat, the so-called taking the lead, that is, it is not easy to practice, but when fighting and fighting, life and death are often in a thought, let you have the ability to pass through the sky, if you lose the opportunity, and then be led by the nose, it will not be far from defeat.

Hyacinth's eyes flashed, the pair of superb spiritual weapons in his hand is the throat bone of the deep-sea demon beast sneering at the infant beast, this kind of demon beast was born with sound attack as a means of hunting, the number is scarce, it is difficult to kill, and it has the peak combat power of Jindan when it is an adult, coupled with its cunning and ferocity, it is difficult to hunt with other demon beasts as slaves, although it is a demon beast in the sea, with sound attack as a means, the attribute is the genus of the wind soul.

Hyacinth itself is the mutated spirit root qualification of the wind spirit root, speed is its strength, in order to hunt this sneering infant song beast, it took a whole year, and finally achieved what he wanted, obtained the throat bone, and it took more than a year, gave up his favor, spent a huge amount of money to invite the master of the sect refiner, tailored this superb baby devouring soul chasing thorn, after refining, there was the feat of consuming the mid-stage monk of the golden pill.

Of course, the hidden truth in this is not enough for outsiders, few people know about it, and this pair of baby-devouring soul chasing thorns also appeared in front of many monks for the first time, seeing that the spiritual weapons of the two sides were about to collide together, Zhou Hao was about to splash blood on the spot.

Hyacinth, however, suddenly moved to the left like a ghost, and the Infant Soul Chasing Stab was stabbed by a fraction of a millimeter, missing the collision with Zhou Hao's spirit sword.

Oops!

The concentrated monk almost didn't break his waist, and when he reached his mouth, his mouth was about to cheer.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Zhou Hao's figure flickered in front of him, and the spirit sword slid left at great speed, slashing diagonally, but although he had reacted fast enough, he still underestimated the speed of Hyacinth, and his left shoulder suddenly hurt, and a blood line spilled behind him.

Zhou Hao didn't dare to pause, turned around, and followed the direction where the stinging pain came, the sword body swung sharply, and without hesitation, he suddenly splashed a sword curtain, and his body retreated at the same time. It wasn't until the strange disgusting feeling in the soul dissipated and Hyacinth was ten feet away that it stopped.

"Little brother has good skills, you really make Feng Mou look at him! You actually dare to resist the best spiritual weapon with a spirit weapon, if Feng Mou intends to kill you, wouldn't you lose your life in vain?" Hyacinth's eyes were full of surprise, but his mouth was a different word.