Chapter 320: People go to tea and cool

Looking at some of the figures who fled in the wilderness, Guo Jia didn't have any smile on his face, but swept a little solemn, stepped forward to look at the scholar and said, "They will definitely not give up on this matter easily." I heard that Lu Bu had broken through the bottleneck and stepped to the eighth layer of the Transformation God. At these times, he should consolidate his cultivation in retreat. ”。

Hearing this, the scholar nodded slightly, slowly put away the ancient scrolls, and said lazily: "A group of guys with small bellies and chicken intestines will naturally not let go of the opportunity to fall into the well. ”。

"I personally went to the Tianji Pavilion to ask to see Leader Yu Ji, and she asserted that the leader really died in the ancient tomb!" Suddenly, Guo Jia said in a somewhat heavy tone.

"Most of the disciples of Tianquan Pavilion and Tianji Pavilion have not walked out of the ancient tomb. This was confirmed by Yang Xiu's mouth, the leader and most of the disciples of the Heavenly Power Pavilion were unable to get out of the ancient tomb. It would be too hasty to conclude that the leader is dead without leaving the tomb. Guo Jia's brows tightened, and he said with some unacceptability: "Did he really die in the ancient tomb?" Speaking of this, Guo Jia turned his head to look at the scholar.

"I don't know!" The lazy expression on the scholar's face was a little stiff, and the strength of holding the ancient scroll couldn't help but increase a few points, and he met Guo Jia's gaze and said word by word: "I only know that the new leader will always be him, and no one can step on this realm without his permission, not those disciples of the Shaking Light Pavilion, and neither can Lu Bu." The scholar's words were loud and clear, revealing an incomparably firm color.

The appearance of the graveyard of the robbing powerhouse set off a huge storm in the Seven Pavilions of the Red Void, and countless teams were ready to move. However, with the fiasco of the first team, the mission of exploring the treasure in the cemetery was gradually covered with a shadow of death and mystery. It was this kind of shadow that made countless forces that were about to move have to give up this thought, until for several weeks in a row, the task of exploring the treasure of this cemetery was unattended in the mission hall, and it was hung high.

For the disciples who died in the ancient tomb, many people regretted that the qualifications of these disciples were good, especially Xie Yang and Bai Bin, the two disciples of the ninth layer of the gods. The death of the two of them caused earth-shaking changes in the rankings of the Red Void Palace, and the disciples behind these people came forward one after another.

The entire Chixu Palace can be said to be full of people, and countless people are smiling, and the bets in their hands have risen a lot for no reason. Compared to the joy of these people, some people are like ashes.

"How did he die!" Buffett held the Chixu Palace Palace Card in his hand and looked at the stone tablets in the distance, on which Mu Hao's name had been erased.

"What should we do with the Ba Daguan, as soon as this guy dies, the bets in our hands can only be smashed in our own hands! Damn, Lao Tzu went bankrupt, spent a high price in the hands of others, hoarded dozens of bets, and before it could rise, he would lose all his money. ”。 "Mu Hao, this guy is really good, he has only been a new disciple for a few months, and he dares to perform a first-class mission, who does he think he is!" Several voices with a slight cry resounded in Buffett's ears.

Buffett raised his bloodshot eyes, looked at the hysterical crowd, and wanted to cry without tears: "What are you crying about, damn, this thief is unreasonable, God is jealous of talents." Pity my junior brother Mu Hao, who was young and died before he could show his ambitions. Respect the deceased, the deceased is great. If you are not happy, you can transfer your bets to me, and why bother with a dead person. ”。

"Is this true?" the hysterical scolding dissipated, and countless eyes fell on Buffett.

Buffett secretly called out the groove cake, damn, this kind of pretending to be forced to say it is smooth, and he didn't control it all of a sudden, so he pulled it out. Meeting the expectant eyes of everyone, Buffett knew that once he opened his mouth to refuse, these people would definitely kill him alive, and said with a little cry in his voice: "Seriously, it's just transferred to me at the original price." ”。

The bet smashed in the hand can still be shot, which is already a thing of ecstasy. So in just a moment, these disciples who held Mu Hao's bets sold one after another, transferring the bets to Buffett, and in Buffett's frightened eyes, the bets in their hands soared, until finally, except for the bets held by Mu Hao, scholars, and Lin Jinxuan, the rest of the bets were all in Buffett's hands.

"More than nine hundred bets!" Buffett's hands trembled slightly, his body was even a little unstable, and he wanted to cry without tears, these bets were destined to be lost in his hands, "Senior Brother Mu Hao, my old man is begging you, even if you die, you have to climb back for me." ”。

On the stage of the Seven Pavilions of the Red Void, there will never be any loss of color because of who is lost. In the beginning, the death of Mu Hao and others was still a topic of relish, but after a few days, few people talked about it again.

Only occasionally someone mentioned it, always with a little regret and said, "It's a pity for those disciples, especially the new leader." Tsk, but fortunately, Warren Buffett's stupid hat bought the bet in my hand. ”。

Until the end, the name Mu Hao even completely faded out of everyone's sight. There are very few people who can think about him, Shi Qinghan, scholars, Guo Jia, and Warren Buffett who looks through the autumn water on Gongmen Avenue.

For Mu Hao, a series of trials full of endless crises are being staged all the time. This is a long transformation, Mu Hao walked in the boundless sea of reckless forests, and the white clothes of his whole body were already scarlet, and the terrible moment came to an abrupt end.

The fiery sunset has sunset to the end of the horizon, and the dark night is about to show its fangs. The dimly lit forest road was filled with hissing sounds. Carrying the Shetian Ancient Sword on his back, Mu Hao walked on the fluffy snow, leaving no footprints on it at every step.

The bronze suit reflected a faint luster, and Mu Hao's expression was extremely indifferent between his steps, and the gap between each step was extremely regular. The wind and snow were as sharp as a blade, and they slammed into Mu Hao's face with some sting.

This vast forest sea seems to have no end. Mu Hao is like an ascetic who has lost his way, always walking in the same direction, and after dozens of days of fighting, Mu Hao's whole person has become more sharp, and the smell of blood on his body is even more pungent. Countless baptisms of war have polished Mu Hao's body more hard, and the shocking sword marks can be faintly seen between the swaying bronze battle clothes.

In the endless recklessness, demon beasts and birds of prey are rampant, even if Mu Hao is always vigilant, he will encounter terrifying demon beasts. In several of these battles, Mu Hao tried his best to survive, and in retrospect, Mu Hao was a little afraid.

Looking down at his hands covered with scars, and the countless battles, Mu Hao's control of the sword momentum gradually became proficient. Especially with the sword momentum evolution formation, Mu Hao has practiced countless times. It is precisely because of this that Mu Hao has been able to turn danger into disaster repeatedly, even if he encounters a demon beast equivalent to the ninth layer of the god, he can survive.

Now, Mu Hao was able to condense the formation with a sword momentum without hurting his hands. However, the premise is only for the formation that he mastered at the beginning, and as for the one-yuan formation, Mu Hao can only condense it with one hand.

In the ancient tomb, Mu Hao got four formations, one yuan, two poles, three talents, and four elephants. In these dozens of days, in addition to deepening his control over the one-yuan formation, Mu Hao also forgot to study these three formations. Mu Hao found that the degree of mystery of the two pole formations was several times that of the one-yuan formation, and at the same time, the mystery of the three-talent formation was also several times that of the two-pole formation, and so on. Even with his own qualifications, he racked his mind, and he could only barely master these two pole formations. As for the three-talent formation, Mu Hao was confused, let alone the four-elephant formation.

However, Mu Hao was not discouraged in the slightest, he found that the two-pole formation was built on the basis of the one-yuan formation, and the three-talent formation was built on the basis of the two-pole formation, and the foundation of the four elephants was also the three-talent. As long as you deepen your mastery of the one-dimensional formation and the two-pole formation, you will always be able to master the four-elephant formation.

"One yuan, two poles, three talents and four elephants, according to this law, there should be several formations after that, five elements, **, seven stars, eight trigrams, nine palaces and ten directions. Mu Hao's chapped lips moved slightly, and there was a look of expectation in his eyes: "The one-yuan formation and the two-pole formation are so terrifying, and I don't know how powerful the rest of the formations are, but in the next volume of the codex, there should be a record." ”

At this moment, Mu Hao's figure suddenly stopped the soles of his feet, carrying terrifying strength, stepped heavily on the snow, and his palms suddenly held the ancient sword behind him, and raised his sheath to bring up the snow light, like a meteor falling straight down, and slammed into the snow in front of him. Half of the body of the Shetian Ancient Sword sank into the snowdrift, and scarlet blood splattered out.

Mu Hao squinted his eyes slightly, flipped his wrist, and the longship was provoked, "Bloodthirsty rat!". In the lush greenery, there are countless demon beasts rampant, and in the snowy land, there are also countless killing intentions. This blood-eating rat is just one of the insignificant ones.