With a wave of his sleeves, he shook the wreckage all over the ground into powder.

Zhou Yang also turned around and took out the rows of rainstorm pear blossoms in his sleeves.

Most of them are broken.

The impact he had been too strong this time.

Even though the surface of the body is covered with qi and blood, it is still affected by the concussive force to the rainstorm pear blossom wooden box in the cuffs.

The small organs in the rainstorm pear blossom are interlocking and extremely precise.

The effects of the concussive force are naturally severe.

"It's going to be repaired again."

Zhou Yang sighed.

Then he looked around, quietly left, and returned to the town.

Even though the officers and soldiers in the town had already noticed the movement outside, by the time they came with torches, there was no trace of anyone.

There was only one ravine that was so long that it could not be seen when it stood in place.

"My lord, this ......"

One of the officers and men who came was slightly hesitant and asked the leader on the side for instructions.

"Report to the court, this is not something we can manage."

The leader looked at the long ravine, and for a while his face was a little cold.

This level of fighting, he had only seen more than ten years ago, in the battle between the two grandmasters.

After all, as a Blood Condensation Realm martial artist, he admired the two grandmasters of the year to the extreme.

I've been to quite a bit, and the two grandmasters have destroyed the ruins of the building when they pass by.

The scene is not far behind this.

In this way, a piece of information about a suspected grandmaster-level battle was reported to the imperial court.

It's just that after the imperial court learned this information, it didn't take any measures.

Just sent a few Boiling Blood Realm powerhouses to watch the scene.

In the end, it didn't work.

Li Hao was not surprised by this situation.

And the real suppressive force of the imperial court was the monks.

Even a grandmaster-level martial artist may be tricked in front of a monk with many strange spells.

After all, through some knowledge of the monks.

The monks he had fought before were all above the sixth level of the Qi Refining Realm.

and the real master of the Dayang Dynasty, that is, the ninth layer of qi refining, the great perfection of qi refining,

Above the six layers of Qi refining, each layer was a huge chasm.

Each layer has an absolute crushing effect on the first layer of the realm, and it is difficult to win.

At least Li Hao speculated that the Grandmaster realm was only about the eighth layer of Qi refining.

At most, the Grand Master will refine the ninth layer of qi.

Of course, all this is just conjecture, and he has never fought against a monk on the seventh floor of the monk.

However, looking at the attitude of the Dayang Dynasty, it seems that it does not attach much importance to it.

Of course, there is also the reason why the high-level leaders of the Great Yang Dynasty have never really seen the Grandmaster and the power of the Great Grandmaster.

The Dayang Dynasty was too vast, and at that time, he and Chen Zhiyuan fought alone for 3,000 miles, and they only spanned a few counties.

Many of the real high-level officials of the imperial court have not actually seen it.

The only thing that the imperial court really came into contact with was the half-step grandmaster who had not even reached the realm of the grandmaster, that is, the medicine king and the southern fist king who was calculated by all forces.

Half-Grandmaster strength and Grandmaster, one in the sky and one in the ground.

At most, I might want to compare it with the sixth layer of Qi refining, that is, when I first met a monk, my own realm.

Zhou Yang returned to the portal, looked at his mother, who had fallen asleep, and continued to squat in front of the brazier, burning paper money for the dead Murong Xin.

Hiding outside the town, Li Hao, who was dozens of meters underground, also secretly returned to the inn where he was.

Of course, at present, the entire township has been secretly planted by him with all kinds of positive and negative sound insects, and there is no wind and grass.

He knew it first.

Pouring down a cup of tea, Li Hao pushed open the wooden window in the inn room.

A breeze blew across his cheeks, and it was a little cool.

There are a few freshnesses.

Li Hao enjoyed this feeling and let the breeze caress his face.

Unfortunately, it backfired, and the breeze stopped after blowing for a while.

Li Hao didn't force it, leaned in front of the window, and looked at the moonlight under a bright moon above the sky.

It's almost twenty years of layout, and for some reason, he is a little uneasy in his heart at this moment.

He didn't know that it was because Zhou Yang did not plant hundreds of blood-quenching silkworms according to the path he had arranged, so as to quench the blood-quenching silkworms and enter the realm of the Great Grandmaster.

Or is it because today, when Zhou Yang was able to explode the power of the Great Grandmaster just by relying on the Grandmaster realm, his heart palpitated at that moment.

A thought in his heart told him that he could do it.

At this moment, you can take out Dayang's life and death book and kill Zhou Yang.

Kill without causing the slightest wave.

But, another voice told him.

If Zhou Yang is killed directly, where will the deduction behind the martial arts road go.

The main reason why he waited for more than twenty years was because in the past twenty years of the Dayang Dynasty, no talent could surpass Zhou Yang.

At least Li Hao himself has never seen it.

If Zhou Yang is killed this time, I don't know how many years it will take.

Twenty years.

Thirty years.

And even more years.

Li Hao is not sure.

Talent is too important in the future deduction of martial arts.

This can be seen from Zhou Yangyan.

It's just a great terror between life and death, and you can actually comprehend the power of strength, which has never appeared in martial arts.

I don't know how many warriors have wandered between life and death every year.

But no one ever understood.

People are better than people, and sometimes they really can't be compared.

At least just the appearance of Jinli, the power that expands the martial arts, has already made Li Hao realize the perception between people.

and Chen Zhiyuan, who came later.

At an incredible speed, whether it is in terms of qi and blood, or in terms of quality, it will surpass itself, and even almost kill it.

The difference between genius and mediocrity is sometimes so simple and crude that people are helpless.

If Zhou Yang was directly killed at this moment, Li Hao really didn't know how long he would have to wait before he could find a genius comparable to him.

Time flies, and twenty years have passed.

Li Hao raised his head, the white moonlight sprinkled on his face, he was already in his forties.

If it is an ordinary person, half of life has passed at this time.

From the somewhat immature Cai Sanglang back then, he has grown to this point.

Sometimes, he asks if he has had enough.

But a strong sense of crisis about things, tell him.

He has to move forward, he has to keep going.

Take advantage of everything you can and move forward.

Walk to allow yourself to be able to stand still.

No one can take their own life at will.

And while you are moving forward, if you can take a look at the scenery along the road.

Even if he dies, he has no regrets in his heart.

The breeze blew again.

This time, the wind was a little colder than before.

But it also made Li Hao more and more sober.

Because he knows that these more than 20 years of hard work cannot be in vain.

But no matter what, he has to succeed this time.

Otherwise, everything will come to naught.

He can't wait another twenty years.

In the Dayang Dynasty, there are still too few excellent martial arts seedlings.

Just one Zhou Yang.

Thinking back on the past, Li Hao leaned in front of the window and gradually fell asleep.

On each side of his left and right hands are a positive and negative sound worm.

As long as there is any danger around him, he will wake up as soon as possible.

It's been a habit he's been doing for years.

No changes have been made.

The first day rises in the east.

Li Hao opened his eyes slightly.

His eyes remained clear at all times.

The sound worm is activated, and with the rhythm of that heartbeat, it washes its own heart.

Then, a slender needle condensed from the fingertips and completely condensed with qi and blood pierced into the heart.

Qi and blood form a vortex at the mouth of the heart, and slowly rotate to warm the heart in the center.

After a quarter of an hour, the stabbing sound rubbed against the heart like a cat's claw.

Li Hao is using this voice to exercise his mind.

It's minimal, but it also means something.

Open the insect bag, separate a trace of qi and blood from the body, and enter it.

Among them, thousands of alien insects methodically ate that trace of qi and blood.

This is Li Hao's daily essential work.

Over the years, he has not searched for all kinds of insects in the territory of the Great Yang Dynasty.

Although it can be cultivated with wire silkworms, the cultivation effect is not satisfactory.

At least, after using qi and blood, the effectiveness of these cultivated insects is extremely poor.

It is effective, but it is very bad, and it must be ten times the qi and blood in order to exert the expected strength.

For this situation, Li Hao is also a little helpless.

These newly cultivated generations don't seem to have a strong compatibility with qi and blood.

It must be cultivated from generation to generation, slowly improved.

It is similar to taming a wild boar and finally turning it into a domestic pig.

Tame the mustang and turn it into a mount.

It's a constant effort.

At the same time, it also takes time.

But now Li Hao has spent more than ten years cultivating about five or six generations.

The transformation of qi and blood is still unsatisfactory, and it can only play the expected fifty percent.

Of course, this kind of fifty percent is for Li Hao, if he lets ordinary martial artists come.

The power of these insects is immense.

At least the strange effect that they themselves cultivated with all kinds of martial arts could not achieve.

Among them, it is like making ice worms.

If the ice worm wraps the qi and blood, it is released.

After hitting the target, it is able to freeze the object in half a breath and spread the ice.

This kind of strange effect is to a level that all the martial arts of the Dayang Dynasty cannot achieve at present.

Because for martial artists, qi and blood are extremely hot, and they are just and yang.

Increases his speed to the level of a ghost.

Of course, this standard of ghostly level is ordinary people.

For Li Hao, it is as slow as a turtle crawling.

If the ice worms that are cultivated now are exposed to the martial artists of the Great Yang Dynasty, it is estimated that it will subvert the martial arts principles they have learned before.

At the same time, it can also provide them with a lot of more imagination in martial arts.

The premise of this is that they have ice worms.

In the current situation, Li Hao does not plan to expose the ice worms.

One blood quenching silkworm is enough to change the subtle concepts among the current warriors of the Great Yang Dynasty.

If more is exposed, it may attract the attention of the monks behind the scenes of the Great Yang Dynasty.

Although the monks are now hidden, it is uncertain whether they will find themselves after discovering the clues.

That kind of divination technique, Li Hao is also a little jealous.

Shaking his head, he closed the wooden window that had been open all night.