Zhang Hao waited until all the children had dispersed, closed the temple door, put his hands on his back, and walked leisurely towards the mountain.

There was no one on the road at this time, and he was not afraid of being seen through his hiding place. His figure was like flowing clouds and flowing water, without touching the ground, as if he was riding the wind, light and graceful.

After about a while of making tea, I was already approaching the Seven Peaks of Qingyun, and my breath suddenly converged, as if I were a mortal.

After staying for a while, it became clear which of the seven Qingyun Peaks they were. Zhang Hao walked briskly around the mountain behind Dazhu Peak.

The mountains behind were covered with clouds and mist, and the mountains were undulating. There were large tracts of bamboo forest with lush branches and leaves. The only difference was that the bamboo joints were all black.

There are only a few people in the Dazhu Peak branch, and the back mountain has always been sparsely visited except for the entry-level disciples who came to work on cutting bamboo for three years.

The cliffs and valleys are covered with wild trees, pines and cypresses, as well as nests of various birds and animals. There is no road at all.

But this naturally couldn't stop Zhang Hao. He walked among the bamboo forest tops, breathing in the white mist in the mountains, and the abundant spiritual energy of heaven and earth was naturally absorbed into the acupoints.

Zhang Hao had been walking for about half a stick of incense when he suddenly heard a strange noise ahead.

As soon as his heart moved, he immediately restrained his body and walked towards the place where the sound came from.

This is a small hillside, covered with black bamboos, some thick and some thin, forming a lush forest.

In the green bamboo forest, there was a little Luoli in red, holding a hatchet, chopping bamboo. In just a few cuts, the black knotted bamboo, which was stronger than fine iron, was cut off.

She has delicate features, a pink face, and a red silk ribbon wrapped around her waist. There is a hint of rays of light shining through, making her look extraordinary.

Zhang Hao carefully looked at this little Luoli who should be Tian Linger, sensing the strength of her aura.

Tian Linger is not weak in talent. He has been taught by his parents since he was a child. Although he is only thirteen years old, he has already practiced the Qingyun Sect's fundamental method, Tai Chi Xuanqing Tao, to the fourth level of Yuqing Realm. He is considered a genius among the Qingyun Sect's disciples.

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Zhang Hao concentrated his attention and sensed a force similar to true energy from her body, gurgling like a stream, which should be the so-called magic power.

The cultivation method in the world of Zhu Xian is completely different from that of martial arts. From the beginning, the spirit and energy are united to create a magic power. When the magic power has a foundation, you can control objects, use magic weapons, and display various supernatural powers.

This kind of practice method is quite impressive, but without cultivating the physical body, it will be difficult to realize the great path!

Therefore, in this world for thousands of years, although strange people and scholars have appeared in large numbers, none of them have been able to achieve immortality.

The masters in this world also seem to know the importance of the physical body. For example, if the physical body is not strong enough, they will be struck to death by the divine thunder first. Unfortunately, they do not seem to have created the method to open the acupoints of the physical body.

The method of body and spirit is only to be tempered by magic power. As the practice increases, the physical body will naturally strengthen.

Tian Linger's internal strength is roughly equivalent to that of an innate master in Zhang Hao's induction, but the magic is even greater. In a real fight, I am afraid that ordinary innates will definitely lose if they cannot bully him from the beginning. After all, this is

Fang Shijie has already entered the realm of cultivation, without the word "immortal" attached to it!

According to Tian Ling'er's cultivation level, Zhang Hao is estimating his own strength. In terms of cultivation level, he should belong to the level of Yuqing Realm. But even against the masters of Shangqing Realm, he can still fight if he wants to, but

The odds of winning are slim. As for masters like Daoxuan, who are the masters of various sects, they may only be able to escape with their lives, especially in this world where good deception is more important than real things. Various magic weapons emerge in an endless stream, which can greatly increase combat power!

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Hao glanced at Tian Linger again. This girl looked quite normal. How come she got crazy when she grew up and fell in love with an eighty or ninety year old man!

This made Zhang Hao sick. Just imagine, a "young" hero who is eighty or ninety years old, and a naive and ignorant girl who is sixteen or seventeen years old, haha, thank you for his success!

It is true that age is not important in the world of spiritual practice, but the experience of the two is not at the same level at all. Zhang Hao does not believe that there is nothing fishy in this.

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly hit Zhang Hao's head. When his true energy moved, a layer of purple-gold light spread all over his body, and the "hidden weapon" pine cone that hit him suddenly turned into powder.

But the strange noise immediately alarmed Tian Linger, "Who?" she called out sweetly.

Looking at the grimacing gray-haired monkey above his head, Zhang Hao sighed and walked out slowly.

The sun is shining, the white clothes have long sleeves, and the young man is as gentle as jade.

Tian Linger's face looked wary: "Who are you?"

Zhang Hao bowed his hands and said: "I am Zhang Hao, a scholar. I accidentally came here while sightseeing because I was greedy for the scenery. I hope you can forgive me."

Tian Linger frowned and said, "You're lying. The mountains behind are remote and steep, and there are no roads. How can a scholar get here?"

Zhang Hao was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this little girl was quite alert. He said with a smile: "I am indeed a scholar. It's just that I have a good temperament and have traveled far and wide. I have learned some self-defense skills." As he spoke, his body moved and he floated up to the bamboo shoots. , the body rises and falls with the bamboo branches, the mood is unrestrained, and the performance is quite extraordinary.

Tian Linger was a little surprised and said: "Is this the martial arts spread in the world?"

Zhang Hao smiled: "That's right."

Tian Linger's eyes suddenly turned slyly and said: "I see you have some skills, just play with me. If you win, I will let you go, and I won't care about your trespassing on Dazhu Peak; if you lose, I will let you go." , just go to my father and apologize!"

As he spoke, the red silk ribbon around his waist suddenly flew out spontaneously, shining with rays of light, and bound it towards Zhang Hao.

Little Luoli put his hands on his hips, obviously not thinking that Zhang Hao could escape his move, and waited with a smile to see how embarrassed he looked!

Zhang Hao sighed, stretched out his slender jade-like food, pinched it with his middle fingers, and held the amber red silk between his fingers. For a moment, this rare treasure from the fairy family seemed to have lost its spirituality and hung down limply.

Tian Linger was stunned, turned around and ran away, very smart.

Zhang Hao's figure was ethereal. He only took one step and caught up with her. He hit her on the head with a bang and said: "Little girl, don't be too naughty in the future!"

"it hurts!"

Tian Linger covered her head with her hands and burst into tears.

Zhang Hao was a little funny. He threw the amber red silk ribbon to her and said casually: "I'm leaving now. Goodbye!"

Seeing that the bad guy left as promised, Tian Linger felt relieved. With a finger, the amber red silk that had regained its spirituality was wrapped around her waist again. She looked at the direction where Zhang Hao left and said loudly: "Bad guy, I don't want to I’ll let you go!”

In the deep valley behind Dazhu Peak, in front of a deep pool, Zhang Hao walked slowly and slowly, looking at a short black stick stuck in the rocks, and smiled.

He stretched out his hand to take a shot, and the dark black stick, which was neither gold nor iron, about two feet long, split out of the stone and flew into his hand.

This is the so-called soul-catching rod. There is a strange iron in the sky, which falls in the nine ethereal places. The ghost fire of the underworld burns the spirit of the Yin spirit to refine it. It will become red after a thousand years, and it will take shape after a thousand years. It will gather the spirit of ghosts and spirits in a thousand years, and it will be able to absorb souls after a thousand years. !

This soul-absorbing rod does not need to be activated, but it has the ability to absorb souls. If a person comes close, within three feet, the energy and blood in his body will be forced by the evil energy, pouring into his heart, and he will die.
Chapter completed!