To Cultivate Immortality, You Need Luck

Chapter 122 Han Honghua

The female cultivator smiled lightly, pointed to her nose, and introduced briefly: "Han Honghua."

As he spoke, he stared at Kong Jiao without blinking, trying to see something from the latter's honest face.

However, there was no emotion on Kong Jiao's face. It was obvious that he had never heard of this name. He just responded politely and said, "It turns out to be Han Fellow Daoist. Sorry!"

"The Xiling Mountains have been very lively recently. Your cultivation level is too low. Don't run around or die in the ravine." Han Honghua laughed, said a warning, and stamped her foot.

Following her movements, Kong Jiao's expression suddenly showed surprise.

He could clearly feel the cliff where he was standing shaking under her kick.

Then he saw Han Honghua's figure soaring into the sky with the help of this power. His figure flew straight across a mountain and stood on the top of another mountain. After another leap, he disappeared in Xiling. In the mountains.

"This physique! It's an exaggeration." Watching Han Honghua's figure disappear into the depths of the mountain, Kong Jiao had a rare and solemn expression on his face.

He had no doubt that this woman could blast a big hole out of a mountain with all her strength.

Kong Jiao originally thought that Yuan Xiaona's physique, which had gone through the Body Tempering of Flood Dragon, was enough to be proud of the Hidden Dragon Ranking.

The strength displayed by Han Honghua was no less than that of Yuan Xiao.

"Her ranking on the Hidden Dragon Ranking should not be low. Sure enough, there is a mountain higher than the other."

"Han Honghua?" Kong Jiao murmured the female nun's name.

When Han Honghua rose to prominence, he was still in a coma in the inner sect, so naturally he didn't know what the name represented.

But the other monks knew.

Seeing Han Honghua disappear in a few jumps, everyone showed fearful expressions.

They didn't seem to care that much about Qiao Tianyu at the foot of the mountain.

"This female tyrannosaurus is finally gone. I feel uncomfortable with her around."

"Yes, that battle cracked the skull of the guy who was ranked 29th on the Hidden Dragon Ranking. He is still recovering from his injuries."

"After all, she is a physical cultivation immortal seedling that Mo Shengzong claims to be rare in a century. We all can't even slap her in the face. That guy with thick eyebrows is so lucky that he didn't even get slapped."

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"She defeated the person who was ranked twenty-nine on the Qianlong Ranking. Doesn't that mean her current ranking is twenty-nine?" Kong Jiao's five senses were sharp. He heard the sporadic discussions around him and roughly understood what the name Han Honghua represented. What.

Throughout Wudong, the evaluation of the top thirty people on the Qianlong List is: "The top thirty people on the Qianlong List are all geniuses among geniuses and perverts among perverts."

"Based on her performance just now, she is indeed worthy of the title of pervert." Kong Jiao strongly agreed with monk Wudong's title of ranking in the top 30 of the Hidden Dragon List.

After Han Honghua left, another Qianlongbang Prodigy Qiao Tianyu did not stay much and retreated.

The monks who were watching around, after seeing the excitement, naturally did not stay too much and retreated one after another.

Only Kong Jiao was left standing on the cliff, looking at the corpse of the eighth-level Wheel-Nurturing monk killed by Qiao Tianyu, with a look of thought in his eyes.

"I can only use the soul-suppressing bell to control the old man Xianyu Yanhe's dharma body. It's too easy to be exposed."

"But if it's just a refining puppet in the eighth realm of Wheel-Nurturing, I can completely control it."

Therefore, Kong Jiao did not leave. He was waiting for the others to leave and collect the body of the Fellow Daoist.

However, things did not develop as he imagined.

It took less than a stick of incense before Han Honghua and Qiao Tianyu left one after another.

The surrounding monks were almost gone, but three monks walked up from the cliff in a grand manner and surrounded Kong Jiao from three directions.

Seeing the greed in their eyes, Kong Jiao was stunned for a moment and then smiled with relief, as if he understood something.

"They want the parchment that Han Honghua gave me."

After staying in Fangshi for a long time, Kong Jiao's vigilance became lax and he forgot that this was the world of cultivation.

If you reveal your wealth, you will be coveted.

"Hand over the things, kid, I can save your life." The leader was a monk in the seventh level of Wheel-Nurturing. He was blind in one eye and his facial expression was extremely scary when he spoke.

The other two monks are also in the sixth realm of Wheel-Nurturing.

The three of them together are enough to threaten most monks in the Luoxia Peak area.

Kong Jiao's current cultivation level disguised as a thousand changes is only the fifth level of Wheel-Nurturing, so the three of them naturally feel that they are very sure.

"Okay." Kong Jiao happily handed over the parchment Han Honghua gave him.

"Hehe, we are not just talking about this thing." The Wheel-Nurturing Seventh Realm monk who was blind in one eye did not reach out to take it. He looked at the Qiankun Pouch on Kong Jiao's waist with a sinister smile and gestured: "Also. Have it!"

"Oh, I was negligent, I'll give it to you here." Kong Jiao looked timid and took off the Qiankun bag.

Just when the one-eyed monk had just stretched out his hand, he had not yet had time to touch the Qiankun bag in Kong Jiao's hand.

A palm wrapped in white gauze whizzed toward his cheek.

Snapped!

Blessed by the Cold Clothes Sacrifice Snow Technique, the force of Kong Jiao's slap directly sent the body of the Wheel-Nurturing seventh-level monk flying.

Fell from the cliff.

"Sneak attack by the dog!"

"He's not the fifth realm of Wheel-Nurturing!"

The remaining two monks from the sixth realm of Wheel-Nurturing had no idea that this seemingly harmless man would suddenly burst out with such terrifying strength.

In a hurry, you have to resort to Taoism and give up the response.

Kong Jiao's fist, as big as a casserole, moved faster than them.

Peng Peng!

Two punches hit their abdominal dantians in succession.

The cold power poured into their fists and immediately froze their Dantian Qi Sea.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, their bodies quickly climbed up the white frost and turned into two ice sculptures.

Kong Jiao slowly unclenched his fist, looked at the two people in front of him who had lost their fighting power, and said in a contemptuous tone: "With this little ability, you still want to imitate others."

The frost and snow elves can even freeze their spiritual power, and their cultivation was completely destroyed by Kong Jiao's two punches.

Then he slowly pulled out both of them.

He jumped from the cliff and found the one-eyed monk who was stunned by his slap.

His entire face was also covered with frost.

Kong Jiao followed the same pattern and pulled out all his flesh, crushing his Dantian with one punch.

There must be a lot of lives under these hands, and there is no telling how many Independent Cultivators will be harmed if left alone.

Crap them and leave them in the Xiling Mountains to fend for themselves. Monsters will like this taste.

After collecting the war loot, he walked towards the body of the Wheel-Nurturing Eighth Realm monk who was killed by Qiao Tianyu and put it into the Qiankun Bag.

After doing all this, Kong Jiao raised his head and glanced at the west of the Xiling Mountains where Han Honghua and Qiao Tianyu had left.

There is the depth of the Xiling Mountains.

The two prodigies on the Qianlong List both went in that direction, proving that that might be the location where the parchments were recorded.

Even if it's not the entrance to Xiling Little Blessed Land, it's probably not too far away.

However, Kong Jiao has no plans to go there just yet. He has to find a place to refine the corpse into a puppet first, and then go there to get a little more help.

"What's going on with this parchment! Why do I feel like I've been tricked?"

Muttering in his mouth, Kong Jiao looked in a certain direction and left here in a few jumps.

(End of chapter)