"Little ghost general, die!"

Chu Hao rushed out of the courtyard, shouted angrily, and used the iron broom in his hand as a sword to slash out a sword qi containing Ling Tian's sword intent.

Pierce the night, break through everything with a sword.

Before the ghost general could react, he was hit by the sword qi.

"No ......"

The ghost shouted unwillingly, and gradually turned into a black mist and dissipated.

It never imagined that it would die at the hands of a lowest-level cultivator who had refined his body.

It's so embarrassing.

Poof!

Chu Hao slashed out that sword qi, and suffered a serious backlash from the sword intent in his body, spitting blood from his mouth, and fainted on the spot.

"As soon as the refining body was heavy, he felt the sword intent, how did he do it."

Leng Shaokun picked up Chu Hao, who had completely fainted, and walked into the small attic in disbelief.

Huang Laojiu, who was awakened, happened to see the scene of Chu Hao killing the ghost general with a sword in the window on the second floor.

"Perception against the sky!"

"I, Tianxuan Sect, am expected to return to the top!"

"Boy Chu, don't let me down."

Huang Laojiu sighed with emotion, and a trace of deep essence flashed in his eyes.

All the mountain spirits and ghosts who were cultivating in the ancestral land seemed to feel something, and their eyes were full of fear when they looked in the direction of the small attic.

Early in the morning, Chu Hao woke up and found himself lying on the bed.

Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly felt a little pain all over his body, which made him unable to stand up.

"Wake up!"

Just when he was a little confused and didn't know what was going on, a cold, familiar voice sounded in his ears.

"Leng boy, what's wrong with me?"

Chu Hao saw that Leng Shaokun was fine, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Looks like I just had a nightmare last night.

"Last night, you rashly used Ling Tian's sword intent and suffered a backlash."

"If you don't die, it's already a blessing."

"Come, drink it."

Leng Shaokun brought a bowl of green potion, and without waiting for him to agree, he directly took the bowl and poured it into his mouth.

"Ahem, what the hell, it's so bitter."

Chu Hao almost spit out the potion he had drunk.

But at this moment, he felt that his body was much more comfortable.

There seemed to be a gentle force swimming through his body.

"Good medicine is bitter!"

Leng Shaokun really doesn't know how to take care of people, and he doesn't care about Chu Hao's current feelings, he directly turns around and leaves, leaving only Chu Hao with a puzzled face.

Just now, Leng Shaokun said that he was forcibly using sword intent to cause a backlash.

Is it true that everything that happened last night?

Did he really kill a first-level ghost general equivalent to the Four Extremes Realm in one sword in seconds?

This Ling Tian's sword intent is too strong.

Wait a minute!

True Qi has improved a lot.

The physique has also been strengthened a lot.

He seems to be refining the body double now.

It seems that what happened late last night was not a dream, it was real.

"Chu boy, you're awake."

"The cold boy told me."

"You saved his life yesterday."

"Yes, you can feel Ling Tian's sword intent."

"It seems that you are stronger than Leng Boy in terms of swordsmanship talent."

Just when Chu Hao was happy, Huang Laojiu came back with an iron broom.

Looking at the sack of grave grass behind his buttocks, you know that he has cleaned all the graves of his ancestral land.

"Huang, Huang Lao, I, I really killed a first-level ghost general yesterday?"

When Chu Hao saw Huang Laojiu, he still asked Nuo Nuo in disbelief.

"That's what the cold boy said."

"But judging by the internal injuries you suffered, it should be caused by the backlash of the sword intent."

"Boy Chu, you can't mess around like this in the future."

"With your current cultivation, you can't completely grasp Ling Tian's sword intent."

"Otherwise, it will backfire, and the consequences will be more serious."

"Seeing your heroic deeds last night, I will give you a day off today to recuperate from your injuries."

"Don't forget to cook lunch later."

Huang Laojiu patted his shoulder encouragingly, stretched his waist, and walked to the second floor.

It was so noisy last night that he hadn't slept enough, so he should make up for it.

"It seems to be true."

"Hehe, this cold boy owes me a life."

Chu Hao watched Huang Laojiu leave, slowly got up, carried a sack of grave grass, walked to the courtyard, and basked it in the sun.

At this time, Leng Shaokun was practicing his sword under the scorching sun.

Ling Tian's sword technique was in his hands, and it was vividly displayed.

But it's still yesterday's problem, it's always a bit of a deviation, a shortcoming momentum.

"Leng boy, don't practice."

"There are too many problems, and if you continue to practice, you won't make much progress, and it will hurt your hands."

Chu Hao squatted on the threshold and watched for a long time, allowing him to find the reason.

It turned out that there was a problem with the posture in which he exerted his strength.

"Chu boy, don't think that if you have a high level of understanding, you can talk nonsense."

"My proficiency in Ling Tian's sword technique is comparable to few people in the Heavenly Xuan Sect."

"You don't mess around here."

Perhaps it was everything that happened last night that made Leng Shaokun's attitude towards Chu Hao change.

The tone of his voice was not as cold as before, but it was still a little cold and arrogant.

This made Chu Hao very unhappy.

"Hey, you cold boy."

"How do you talk to me, the lifesaver?"

"I'm kind enough to point you out, and you're still tough."

"I said there was a problem with your sword moves, and there was a problem."

Chu Hao's temper came up instantly.

This kid really doesn't know how to lift.

"Help me?"

"Ridiculous!"

"If you weren't nosy, this wouldn't have happened."

Chu Hao saved him.

But all of this was caused by Chu Hao's rash breakthrough.

If it weren't for the protection of Chu Hao, he wouldn't have had a serious consumption of true qi and was unable to fight again.

Even if he can't win the first-level ghost general, he can easily escape.

"Okay, you white-eyed wolf, Lao Tzu saved you for nothing."

"If I had known, Lao Tzu wouldn't have left you alone."

Chu Hao was angry.

What an attitude this kid has.

Obviously, he was the last to kill the ghost general and save his life.

In the end, he was blamed for being nosy.

How thick his skin really is.

Huang Laojiu, who was taking a nap on the second floor, listened to the two pinching each other and smiled.

These two little stubborn donkeys are really stronger than the other.

He liked it, though.

That's how life can be a little fun.

"Who saved you?"

Leng Shaokun didn't bother to talk to him and delay his time.

After a cold scolding, he began to play with his sword again.

was so angry that Chu Hao really wanted to beat him.

But he couldn't win, so he could only sulk alone.

"Okay, don't practice, I'm upset."

"It's obviously wrong, and I won't admit it."

"I really don't know where your talent in swordsmanship came about, and you haven't found such a simple flaw."

"I'm ashamed that you dare to call yourself a swordsmanship genius."

"I think you're just calling swordsmanship stupid."

Chu Hao knew that he couldn't win Leng Shaokun in terms of strength, and he couldn't get back face.

But it's okay to slap Ling Tian in the face in the sword.

Let him know that he is awesome.

"What did you say!"

Leng Shaokun heard his taunt and instantly became angry.

This kid is talking too much.

It's tolerable, it's unbearable!

"What's the drop, you're still not convinced?"

Chu Hao saw that he was anxious, and stood up a little proudly, with a face full of contempt.

"Okay, since you said that there is a problem with the Ling Tian swordsmanship I practiced."

"Then you can point it out and take a look."

"If you can't tell a bright hall, I can't spare you."

What Leng Shaokun hates most is that someone mocks him for his swordsmanship talent.

You can call him cold and unkind, or you can call him a waste with extremely poor cultivation qualifications.

He can tolerate all this.

But it can't be said that his Ling Tian swordsmanship is not standard.

This is his final bottom line, and it is the dignity he is most proud of.

"Okay, if I can name one or two, you will promise me one condition."

"Listen to me in the future."