"How is Brother Xiao?"

Han Ming immediately rushed forward and hurriedly asked.

"It's basically fine, it's just in his body. There was a trace of sword intent that didn't belong to her, but it was like rootless duckweed, destroying everywhere. It should be that Yuan Cheng deliberately entered Zhao Min's body, wanting her to feel the pain of sword intent scraping her bones every day until she died. ”

Xiao Yueming's expression was very serious, obviously angry at Yuan Cheng's ruthless methods. Killing people is not enough, such torture is simply not as good as a beast.

"Then is there a way to get rid of this trace of sword intent?" The anger that had just been extinguished in Han Ming's heart rose again, and he actually tortured himself with such a cruel method.

"There is a way, I just need to force it out of my body. But I didn't want to. Xiao Yueming's face revealed confidence.

"Why?" Xiao Yueming's words made Han Ming confused, why could he be cured, but not cured?

"I can suppress this sword intent for Zhao Min to absorb, maybe with his help, I know that Yuan Cheng's true holy son has always been relatively low-key, so he shows his strength outside, and in the outside world, he only knows that Yuan Cheng is the ninth order of the battle system, and no one has seen him really make a move.

Han Ming has always admired Xiao Yueming's treatment methods, last time he helped treat Bai Xiaobai, this time it was Zhao Min. So without the slightest hesitation, I chose to believe him.

"Thank you Brother Xiao this time, otherwise Zhao Minke will be more than lucky. Han Ming looked at Xiao Yueming with gratitude on his face.

Hearing Xiao Yueming say that there was a sword intent left by someone else in her body, Han Ming immediately understood that this guy seemed to not be able to open his eyes if he didn't understand that sword intent thoroughly.

Zhao Min was fine, and Han Ming's hanging heart was put down.

Niu Chou walked over and said excitedly: "Boy, you didn't see it today, your brother Niu's divine power is invincible, and he has made great progress all the way, and he easily entered the final showdown of the group of 100." ”

His face was full of pride and pride.

"You're just lucky, you didn't meet the family Tianjiao, if you do, maybe you can be eliminated. The dough couldn't see the ugly being so proud, so he sneered.

"Hmph, even if it's a battle at the same level, I, Niu Chou, will never be afraid of anyone!" Niu Chou heard that the dough was laughing at himself, and immediately patted his chest and refuted the other party's words.

"Really, let's have a spar and let me practice my latest comprehension moves. Han Ming had a bright smile on his mouth, and he was worried that no one would talk to him, so Niu Chou himself sent it to the door.

"Eh, I suddenly remembered that I had an upset stomach today and wanted to go to the toilet!" Niu Chou knew that Han Ming was a demon, and if he fought with him at the same level, it would be purely seeking abuse.

"I'm not afraid of anyone, I'm still scared like this by a war commander, do you still have the dignity of a strong warrior?" said dough in a strange voice.

"Come on, I'm afraid of you! Boy, I can tell you first, Brother Niu, I am ruthless, if I hurt you by mistake, don't blame me! It's too late to regret it now. Niu Chouxin knew that this was dough using the agitation method, but he still ate this set.

"No regrets, come on. Han Ming raised his eyebrows, and his battle intent quickly rose.

Seeing that Han Ming's fighting spirit was so high, Niu Chou secretly complained in his heart, and suppressed his cultivation to the sixth order of the battle unification, which was on par with Han Ming.

The two walked out into the courtyard together, ready for a big fight.

But in less than a cup of tea, there was a scream of the ugly cow outside.

At first, he could still fight Han Ming with a few moves, but the more he fought the battle, the more frightened he became, and when he got to the back, he was completely reduced to a human flesh punching bag.

Niu Chou slowly released his realm, and it was not until the half-step Supreme that he resisted Han Ming's attack.

This battle lasted for several hours, and under Niu Chou's bitter pleading, Han Mingcai still stopped the discussion.

At this time, Zhao Min, who was lying on the bed, also opened his eyes, and a monstrous sword intent shot out of his eyes, rising into the sky, and immediately smashed the roof through two holes.

Then the sword intent disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if the world had evaporated.

Han Ming looked at the sword intent that rose to the sky, and there was a tingling sensation in his eyes, it seemed that Zhao Min had been blessed by misfortune this time.

Niu Chou stared at the sword intent and shouted, there are demons every year, and there are especially many this year.

"How are you feeling?" asked Han Ming as he walked briskly into the room.

"It feels very good now, Yuan Cheng would never have thought that the sword intent he entered my body would help my sword intent go further. Zhao Min suffered from the progress of his sword intent, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

Looking at Zhao Min's appearance, Han Ming wanted to persuade her not to work so hard in the future, but now that she thinks about it, forget it.

After seeing that Zhao Min was fine, Han Ming returned to his room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to cultivate.

Although the dark wounds left by the battle with Yuan Teng today have disappeared under the tempering of Yuan Teng.

However, successive battles are the most consuming spiritual sense, even though Han Ming has seventh-order spiritual consciousness, it is a little unbearable today.

Tomorrow's opponent is Feng Tiange, a Tianjiao of a truly first-class family, who has the same holy body as the ancestor of the Yuan family, but it is not comparable to a guy like Yuan Teng who does not have a holy body.

Although Feng Tiange was a ninth-order battle commander, it was enough to sweep most of the half-step battle honorables.

The battle of tomorrow, which is also the most crucial battle, will determine the ownership of the ten holy Dao fruits.

When I think of the breath of the Canghai War Saint, it is like an abyss, undetectable, and the space is shattered. It made Han Ming's heart hot, and he had already determined that he wanted to become such a masterpiece.

Holy Dao Fruit, Han Ming is determined to win!

Cultivation is the fastest way to recover spiritual consciousness, and the spiritual consciousness that was lost yesterday has all been restored in this night's cultivation.

Han Ming put on a black power suit, and his hair was tied up casually by a black rope. His eyes were shining, and his fighting spirit was high.

Han Ming and his entourage came to the square where they registered, and the aura of slaughter was still there, but the ten bronze doors in the square yesterday had disappeared, and they were replaced by ten dueling platforms.

Rows of terrace-like seats surround the dueling platform.

This is the Canghai War Saint, a deliberately arranged audience, whether it is a loose cultivator or a child of the family, you can come to watch the duel of this group of human race Tianjiao.

I hope that by observing the battle, I can gain inspiration and strengthen my strength.

There were only two seats on the central platform, and the heads and elders of the various first-class families could only be behind them.

The head of a first-class family can only be behind the seat, so the identity of the person who is qualified to sit on the seat is about to come out.

Non-War Saints are not eligible!

Suddenly, in the sky, the avenue roared, and the space in front of the seat instantly distorted, and a portal appeared.

An imposing middle-aged man took the lead in walking out inside, and the air above the entire square became a little moist, this was the Canghai Avenue of the Canghai Battle Saint.

The audience in the audience was all boiling, they didn't expect to see the Battle Saint powerhouse here!

Followed by an old man, he walked out behind the Canghai Battle Saint.