The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

The strands of true energy, like an air knife, cut along the veins of the blood crystals, and the original blood crystals turned into strands of thin lines.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Dingbian couldn't help but smile slightly.

If it was before, he would definitely not be able to do this step, but since his battle with Taoist Chonghe and Monk Yuanzhen, he used Buddhism and Taoism to prove martial arts, and his understanding of the nature of power has a faint tendency to return to the basics.

In a short while, all the blood crystals were gone, leaving only a small golden blood-colored sword.

"Take the sword!"

Zhao Ding gave a low shout, and the little golden blood-colored sword pierced directly between Lao Yang's eyebrows.

No blood was seen, but it went in and disappeared.

Lao Yang's body shook, and he quickly sat down cross-legged, entering a state of comprehension.

Zhao Hao was a little dazed looking at the red silk thread untied by the blood crystal.

"Grandpa, are these things still useful?"

"After swallowing it, you can also appreciate the ordinary perception of Daoist Xue and some Taoism, but it's of no great use. Without the way of the master, at most it's just a few tricks."

"Just tell me if you can sell it for money!"

"can……"

Zhao Ding watched him excitedly put the blood crystal silk into the jade bottle, and couldn't help but choked, thinking that this kid really lost money.

However, it is also a good habit to return the particles to the warehouse.

Zhao Hao was extremely careful, and put the silk threads in one by one.

Isn't juggling bad?

Go back and study and research, and specify that you can sell it for a big price.

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There was some delay, and the coding started at three o'clock, which lasted eight hours.

Hey, I'm trash~

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Call it a day~

1Chapter 17: The big wedding is approaching, the monster clan is in turmoil, and a little snake girl loli is picked up for nothing

in the tent.

Lao Yang sat cross-legged, with a small golden sword looming between his brows.

Zhao Hao looked at it strangely, and couldn't help but smacked his lips: "Grandpa, I haven't seen Lao Yang use the sword after thinking about it. How did he start to prove the way of the sword?"

The black-faced man hurriedly replied: "You don't know that. I heard that Lao Yang was very good at using swords when he was young."

"Then why didn't you use it later?"

"When I heard that I made a mistake, I vowed not to use my sword again."

"Then why are you using it now?"

The black-faced man sneered: "Think about the oath you swore when you were young, how many of you kept it?"

Zhao Hao slapped his thigh, feeling extremely regretful: "That's really not keeping any of them!"

Old man: "..."

He shook his head. Fortunately, Lao Yang had already blocked his five senses when he realized the sword intent, otherwise he would be so angry that the father and son would vomit blood sooner or later.

So he reprimanded with a straight face: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Zhao Hao turned his head and asked, "Then tell me what happened to Lao Yang."

The old man: "I heard that Lao Yang is indeed very powerful with the sword, but he made a mistake later and vowed not to use it."

The corner of Zhao Hao's mouth twitched: "What you heard, why is it the same as what my father heard?"

The old man pondered for a long time: "Because he just listened to what I said."

Zhao Hao: "..."

He rubbed his head, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether the old man was working hard or suffering from Alzheimer's disease.

This thing is a geriatric disease. I looked at it with Kurong Wenxing, and there seems to be no problem with my head.

He had a feeling of being fooled, and refused to accept it: "Then you just repeated what my father said? There is no nutrition at all!"

The old man shook his head: "He listened to what I said, and I said it after Zhen Guowei's investigation. One hearsay, one first-hand information, can the meaning be the same?"

Zhao Hao gave a thumbs up: "Grandpa is awesome!"

Luo Shui was stunned for a while when he heard it, and felt that the three of them seemed to have said everything, and it seemed that they hadn't said anything.

After a long, long time, Lao Yang suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were extremely sharp, and there was a faint sword glow spewing out between his eyes.

Under the induction of Kurong Wenxing, the death energy in his body, which was originally as thin as a hair, has a faint tendency to turn into anger. It seems to be a sign that he has touched a bottleneck and his lifespan is about to increase. It is more similar to the current state of the black-faced man , but the progress is faster than the black-faced man.

Looking at his flushed face, one could tell that the old baby was very excited.

Lao Yang rubbed his hands together: "My lord, it's not suitable for me to hold such a valuable thing?"

Zhao Hao kicked him on the ass: "Fuck you, the food is almost pulled out after digestion, you ask me if it's suitable?"

Lao Yang chuckled and said, "Isn't this a fake courtesy?"

This wave of flattery directly wiped out his master demeanor when he just opened his eyes.

The old man shook his head: "Hurry up and eat, and go home after eating!"

Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment: "Huh? Going home now? I came here all the way, and when I got there, I just slept and went home?"

The old man glanced at him: "otherwise what do you want to do here?"

Zhao Hao beat his chest and stamped his feet: "You may not believe me, but I have always had a dream, which is to become a frontier poet. After finally coming out, at least I have to work hard, right?"