Zhang Yuanhao can only admit it at this moment, after all, so many people saw this scene that day, and it is impossible for him to hide part of his strength.

On the side, Xu Ningbing wanted to speak and stopped, and when he saw Zhang Yuanhao looking over, his pretty face tensed, and he asked expressionlessly: "Then Wei Beichen has ever died?"

Zhang Yuanhao was stunned for a moment, thinking that this Nizi was going to care about herself, but she didn't expect to ask this, so she also tightened her face: "I don't know!"

For a while, the atmosphere became awkward, and An Daoquan hurriedly laughed: "Haha, Lu Daoyou, since you have successfully retreated, it is a great joy." Now that friction between the four major alliances is gradually emerging, many parties will fight, and there is a serious shortage of manpower in the alliance, especially after you and Xin Daoyou left, the top combat power has decreased sharply!"

"Yes, since Lu Daoyou has returned, he can just share a lot of affairs in the alliance!" Meng Qiusheng's face was also a little relieved.

Zhang Yuanhao's expression was serious: "This is nature!"

......

It has been more than 20 days since entering the Judgment Islands, and the January trial period is approaching, and all the monks who still exist in it have searched for all the merit points that can be obtained, and they have searched all the large and small islands, and most of the demon cultivators and indigenous demon beasts in the merit order have been rewarded, and only some of the demon cultivators and demon beasts that are either strong or survivable are still alive.

In three days, Zhang Yuanhao participated in five encirclement and suppression of bounty demon cultivators and indigenous demon beasts under the order of Meng Qiusheng, and obtained a large number of merit points for the Immortal League, of course, the majority of them naturally belonged to him. Now he has more than 7,000 merit points, which is a huge wealth when ordinary foundation building monks only have hundreds or thousands of merit points.

Nameless hilltop, ape cave.

It was rare to have half a day to spare, Zhang Yuanhao sat in the cave by himself, cultivating silently.

There were eighteen high-grade spirit stones with flashing aura on his side, among which there was a huge fiery red spirit stone, which was the trophy of the Immortal Alliance, which was scavenged from an unknown monk's storage ring during the inventory and harvest, which was of great help to his cultivation, so he was directly asked for it.

It hasn't been long since he broke through the middle stage of foundation building, and there is still some distance from the late stage of foundation building, so he is not in a hurry to forcibly break through the cultivation, for fear of leaving a hard wound that will be difficult to make up for in the future, but the spiritual power in his body has already been filled to the peak, and it is still very sure to break through a small class.

Snort!

Seventeen pale white filaments of pure spiritual power and a fiery red filament of spiritual power blended with each other, mixed together, and were inhaled by Zhang Yuanhao's mouth and nose, and immediately inhaled into the abdomen, and the pores around the whole body gradually opened, and the subtle spiritual power gushed out, pushing away the dust in the air, and it was three feet away from the body.

For three hours, the spiritual power in the eighteen spirit stones was directly consumed, Zhang Yuanhao opened his mouth and sighed, spewing out a cloud of filthy qi, opening his eyes, the fierce golden qi burst out like a sword out of its sheath, and its edge was exposed.

"The peak of the middle stage of foundation building!"

Zhang Yuanhao muttered in his mouth, and he couldn't tell whether he was satisfied or frustrated.

After wiping his robe, Zhang Yuanhao suddenly got up, strode out of the ape cave, and stood on the top of the nameless mountain with his hands in his hands.

"One year to go......"

Zhang Yuanhao's mind wandered, thinking of Long Xin, who was still cultivating with the old priest of the Sunmarsh tribe in the extreme north, his heart was inexplicably quiet, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"The ...... of the Cloud Dragon Family"

Thinking of the solemn appearance of Youlong City, the capital of Youyun Country, Zhang Yuanhao couldn't help but fluctuate in his heart, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Although he has now achieved foundation building, and his combat power is one of the best in the foundation building realm, he is still no different from an ant compared to a behemoth like the Youyun Dragon Family, as long as a random Jiedan real person makes a move, he will flee in the wilderness.

"When I have the strength to contend with the real people of Jiedan, I will definitely seek justice for you in the Youyun Kingdom!"

Zhang Yuanhao thought like this, his heart was full of pride, his eyes widened, his spiritual sense spread, and he scanned all the wind and grass in the circle below the nameless mountain.

"Well, that's ......"

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanhao's eyes moved, and he looked at a low wooden house erected at the foot of the mountain, where a large group of monks belonging to the Immortal League were surrounded, as if they were watching the excitement.

And the center of the excitement is none other than Li Jiangyuan and Li Jiangkui, who are in the same country as Zhang Yuanhao, who are in the Yiyan Sword Sect.

At this moment, Li Jiangkui's face was pale, holding a long sword with flashing runes, and behind him stood Li Jiangyuan, who also looked ugly, and opposite stood a middle-aged man with a long beard, with a grim face, standing with his chest crossed.

"Why, if you want to gamble or fight to the death, I will accompany you!"

The middle-aged man with a strong long beard chuckled twice, slightly mocking, but his voice spread far away through the diffusion of spiritual power.

"Deacon Geng, this matter is not our fault, please ......"

Li Jiangyuan's complexion changed again and again, his facial muscles tensed fiercely, and he gritted his teeth and said.

"No need to apologize!"

Li Jiangkui roared lowly, his eyes were red, and he stared at the long-bearded middle-aged man, seeing that the latter was a little jealous.

"This old ghost, who fills his own pockets, privately deducts the merit points of monks from small countries such as me, and endured dozens of points in the past, once or twice...... Every time it is much more deducted than the last time, the heavenly and earthly treasures that we have worked hard to find in a day, in addition to the thirty percent collected by the alliance, you have to intercept two percent now, and we can only get half of the merit points, which is not enough for us to replace the life-saving things from the offerings!"

As soon as these words came out, the long-bearded middle-aged deacon Geng's face suddenly changed greatly, and he exclaimed inwardly: "Damn, you dare to slander me, I can't spare you!"

Before the words fell, Deacon Geng touched his hand, and a set of nine golden rings appeared in mid-air, slugging towards Li Jiangkui and the others, the speed was extremely fast, like nine golden lights flashing, making people unable to react.

Rumble!

Li Jiangkui hurriedly raised his sword to block it, the runes were great, connected into one, and Ding Ding Ding blocked three golden rings, but the tiger's mouth was already cracked, and the blood flowed, seeing that the ring behind him was about to come, and a strong wind surged behind him, but it was Li Jiangyuan who shot angrily.

The two sword shadows flew over, forming a whirlpool, wringing the golden rings that shot out from the Qi Brush Brush, emitting a piercing tinkling sound.

"Nangong Daoyou and Deacon Zhao, please take action together and kill these two thieves on the spot!"

Although he was in the late stage of foundation building, he was not sure that Li Jiangyuan in the middle stage of foundation building and Li Jiangkui in the early stage of foundation building joined forces, so he had to be cheeky and ask for help.

"Hmph, insulting me to beg the deacon of the Immortal League, this is not a small crime, and it should be punished!"

Nangong Huang, who was carrying a long sword and a sword eyebrow, and an obese middle-aged man holding a ring ruler stood out from the crowd side by side, sneering and shooting at the same time, and two cold lights came.