The Second Immortal Road

Yu Yanluo pushed Han Ming away slightly, trying to stand up by herself, but found that her feet were soft, she couldn't use much strength at all, she couldn't stand at all, and she couldn't stand after one or two attempts. In the end, she blushed. Leaning on Han Ming's side.

And Han Ming didn't care about her at all, but kept quietly staring at the three foundation-building cultivators who were chasing over.

"The surname Han, it turned out to be you! Do you know how long I have been looking for you! Hahaha, it's pitiful, I thought you ran away and couldn't kill you in the secret realm, but I didn't expect you to come back and die by yourself!" After the monk surnamed Lou saw Han Ming's face clearly, he suddenly burst into laughter, revealing an extremely crazy look.

"Oh, it turned out to be Junior Brother Lou, and he has built the foundation! The broken arm is connected? But how do you feel that there are some long and short hands." Han Ming heard this, his face was still flat, and there was no joy or anger.

The monk surnamed Lou burst into anger when he heard the words. After his broken arm was reattached, the length of his hand was not recognized by the surname Han, and he said it in public. Even if someone had noticed it before, it was against him. The identity of Han is not mentioned, and the surname Han didn't even care about it, and used it to make fun of it.

"When you die, you still have a hardened mouth. After I catch you, I will definitely want you to cramp and pull your bones, and then throw you into the secret world of Wanhua Poisonous swamp, suffering from the biting pain of all the insects, before I can relieve my hatred!" The monk smirked and said to Han Ming with a sullen face.

"Heh, if Junior Brother Lou can do it, please try it." Han Ming said coldly without any expression on his face.

Looking at a confident Han Ming, and then at Yu Yanluo, who was half leaning in Han Ming's arms, the monk surnamed Lou was more angry and really a pair of embarrassing adulterers.

"The teeth are sharp and the mouth is sharp. I want to see how arrogant you are when you smash your mouthful teeth in a while. Today I will take your life to avenge my broken arm." The monk surnamed Lou's face is full of With a sulky look, he stared at Han Ming fiercely, then looked at the white-faced middle-aged man next to him in a blink of an eye, arched his hand slightly and said, "Uncle Liu, my nephew's greatest enemy, he is still in the training period and has not advanced. Zhuji, although it is the tenth place in Kobi, it is definitely not an opponent of Uncle Uncle!"

The white-faced middle-aged man frowned slightly and glanced at Han Ming, and he didn't care. It was only tenth, not to mention that there was no foundation. Even if the foundation was built, it was not enough before his top ten. , Unless he is a monk like Xie Lanyi, and directly break into the top ten of the competition with the help of the monk during the training period, but this is simply impossible.

"Although I have no grievances with you in the distant future, no hatreds in the past, and no conflict of interest, but in order to repay my personal feelings, I still have to borrow your first level for a use. You don't blame anyone, just blame your background for not strong enough!" Standing on a boulder, the white-faced middle-aged man took a slight step forward, releasing a powerful spiritual weapon and attacking Han Ming!

"I really don't know if you really have any support, or if there is a problem with your brain. A small monk in the Qi training period faces three foundation-building monks, but he is confident and self-assured. Does this want to scare me away? It's extremely ridiculous!" A yellow robe next to the monk surnamed Lou frowned, and he also released a spiritual weapon to attack.

Seeing the attacking spirit weapons, Han Ming was not anxious at all. Instead, he smiled coldly. When he moved his feet, he was holding Yu Yan Luan. The distance and speed of those spirit tools really knocked down the three cultivators during the foundation construction period.

Leaning Yu Yanluan and Chen Yuxin on a rock, Han Ming stood up, looked in the direction of the three foundation building phases of the monk surnamed Lou, and said faintly: "Chun'er, now that I have reached such a short distance. , When will you wait if you don't do it at this time!"

Han Ming's voice has not yet fallen, a faint **** mist suddenly appeared near the three foundation-building monks, and it became dense at a speed visible to the naked eye, but it was directly turned into a thick mass of tumbling within one or two breaths. The blood mist directly covered the three foundation-building cultivators inside.

During that time, the sect Master Liu realized that it was wrong, and immediately cast a spell to escape the bleeding-colored mist, but before he could jump a little and a half away, a faint white shadow flashed from his side. After that, a black strange knife slashed against his head and immediately forced him back.

Waiting for the Zongmen Grand Competition to return to the original place in the top ten, preparing to use some powerful means to break out, but was shocked to find that the **** mist had completely surrounded the three of them, and there was no loophole to drill.

This sect master used some methods in the top ten and explored into the blood mist, but all disappeared without exception. No matter it was a spirit weapon, a spell, or a spirit beast, none of them splashed a little wave. What frightened him was that the ferret spirit beast that had achieved great qi training only entered, and was directly enveloped by a dense mass of blood, but after a short breath, it was killed directly, and there was no time to resist. After that, it was in the blood mist. Under the erosion, it turned into a bone in an instant!

The heart of this sect master slowly sinks from the top ten. This **** mist is too weird. Could it be a blood training weapon with no rank in the legend, but the method of refining this evil weapon is not long ago Is it lost?

Yu Yanluo's eyes were full of shock for the large group of blood that suddenly appeared in the distance. What's going on, why are there people hiding in the dark? This blood mist was definitely not made by the brother Han in front of you!

After thinking about it slightly, Yu Yanluo had some guesses that 80% of the blood fog was made by Senior Sister Xun'er or Senior Sister Xie.

"It's no wonder that Senior Brother Han is confident. With those two here, I don't really need to be too afraid of the three people on the other side. Senior Sister Xie broke into the top ten in the competition. Now that she has built the foundation, we definitely don't need to be the teacher of Uncle Liu!" Yan Lu thought secretly in his heart, but there was a suspicion in his heart. This **** mist was so rich and smelled of evil, and it didn't look like Senior Sister Xun'er or Xie Xiu. The spirit weapon is too inconsistent with their temperament.

Seeing the three foundation-building cultivators being directly enveloped by the blood of the blood evil gourd, the corners of Han Ming’s mouth curled up, and there was Chuner’s blood evil gourd. Anyway, he and Chun'er both have the mana in the base-building period, which can stimulate most of the powers of the top spirit weapons.

This **** gourd is the most powerful magic weapon in his body. When it comes to its actual effect on the monks in the foundation-building period, it is not worse than the magic weapon that can only be used by the legendary pill monks!

A slight activation of the crystal jade cloak behind Han Ming instantly turned into an afterimage, and several flashes appeared directly in front of the blood mist, and then slightly raised his foot to step into it.

After Han Ming stepped in, the blood mist rolled for a while, and the smell of blood gradually spread, like a giant beast crazed in it, and there were some fierce fighting sounds from time to time.

After a quarter of an hour, a figure staggered out of the blood mist, and then, without thinking about directly using the left arm of the residual blood, released a high-grade flying spirit weapon, and the whole mana surged away and turned directly into it. Make a escape and fled out.

Just after this figure escaped from the bleeding fog, Han Ming also slowly stepped out of the blood fog, holding a person's arm in one hand, and looking at the white-faced middle-aged man who escaped, a sneer appeared on his face.

"Break your vitality and break your arm to survive! It's worthy of being a top ten in the league, it's really a bit of courage and means, but unfortunately, do you think that escaping from the bleeding fog is even fighting for your life? That would be a big mistake. Wrong." Han Ming casually tossed, the stump of the white-faced middle-aged man’s stump was thrown back into the blood mist, and then he patted the storage bag slightly, released the flying cloud boat, and jumped up. He chased the white-faced middle-aged man in front of him.

If you want to do it, you must cut the grass and remove the roots, and you will never have trouble. Otherwise, who knows whether the monk in the alchemy stage behind the monk surnamed Lou will do anything to him!

It is a joke to have Feiyunzhou on ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the top-grade flying magic weapon that Uncle Liu relies on.

"Friend Daoist Han, why bother to force you, Liu has no grudges with you in the distant future, and it's just a little holiday today. Then Shi Nephew Lou has already been taken down by you. You want to vent and take him enough, why keep chasing Liu? XX!" The white-faced middle-aged man looked back, but saw Han Ming standing at the front of a milky white spirit boat, looking at him with a smile.

"Uncle Liu saw the blood sacrifice tool of his nephew, and he also knew that his nephew had taken his brother Lou. If he did not leave the secret realm alive, wouldn't his nephew be convicted of using evil weapons and murdering his fellow students? My nephew can't afford it!" Han Ming sneered twice before replying.

"Don't worry, Daoyou Han, after Liu left, he will never tell anyone about today's affairs. Liu is willing to swear by his heart demon, Daoyou Han, don't worry!" The white-faced middle-aged man immediately explained.

"The heart demon swear? This thing is too far away from me. Fellow Liu Daoist is just a monk in the foundation stage, and it is still too early to experience the life and death heart devil catastrophe, and the nephew thinks that the dead person's mouth is the strictest!" Han Ming said coldly. It was just a pinch of the Fa Jue in his hand, and Feiyunzhou under his feet instantly increased in speed, and hurriedly chased after the white-faced middle-aged man in front.