The one who appeared with Zhao Hen was the foundation-building old man guarding the market. At this moment, they seemed to understand something in a trance. One of the nine people shook his hands and pointed at Zhao Hen who appeared in front of them with a smile on his face: "You...you sell thousand-year-old elixirs to set a trap for us!"

The nine of them are not fools, so they naturally know who used the tricks of the foundation-building masters here. How could a thousand-year-old spiritual medicine be afforded by the juniors in the Qi Refining Stage? This is clearly because Zhao Hen deliberately used the thousand-year-old spiritual medicine to lure them to kill and rob. Otherwise, how could a foundation-building master run into here before dawn?

Zhao Hen looked at the nine people in a slutty way and couldn't help but smile: "Who told you to make a mistake? All of this is your own fault. What does it have to do with me?"

"You..." The man who spoke among the nine people was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"Hmph, you are here to kill money, which means he is going to sit and wait for you to die?" At this time, the old man glared and said righteously after hearing this, "You are here to kill people and seize treasures. If I don't wipe you out today, you will definitely suffer the disaster in the future and die!"

As soon as he said that, the old man's eyes turned cold, and the flying sword roared towards the nine people. At this moment, under the powerful pressure of the old man in the foundation-building stage, the nine juniors in the Qi Refining stage had the power to resist? Soon, they wiped out several people in the happy infancy of killing people and robbing people.

At this time, the sky began to brighten, and the morning sun was as bright as fire, dyeing the red maples of the entire Maple Forest Mountain into a red ocean.

It took only a short cup of tea from the old man's attack to the elimination of more than a dozen people. After all, it was not a person of the same level, but the sun slowly rose in this cup of tea.

After dealing with these dozen people, the old man turned around and looked at Zhao Hen with a smile: "Brother, I'm in the bottleneck period of the peak of foundation building recently, I need a lot of spiritual medicine to break through the bottleneck. Look at this..."

"What do you... want to say..." Zhao Hen was so scared that he took a few steps back and looked at the old man in panic.

"Brother, what are you doing?" The old man looked at Zhao Hen's panicked eyes with a deep darkness. "Actually, I have known about you selling the thousand-year-old elixir for a long time. Don't want to hide this from me, now I just want your thousand-year-old elixir."

"So... it turns out you knew it a long time ago!" Zhao Hen showed a shocked look. "Didn't you call me brother? How can you plot against my things?"

"Do you think you are really worthy of being my brother? You don't urinate and look at yourself. Calling you "Brother" is just because you like your spiritual medicine, and you are in the market, so I'm not convenient to do it." At this moment, the old man changed his kind face and showed his fierce look. "Now that you have come out, don't want to leave here alive!"

"Don't kill me...I don't want to die yet..." As soon as the old man said this, Zhao Hen immediately knelt down and cried, "I haven't lived enough yet... Please let me go..."

"Hmph, stop pretending, your style is old. Although you have extraordinary acting skills, don't even want to play tricks in front of me." The old man snorted coldly, looking at Zhao Hen with a ferocious look. "You are just a slave. Even if you kill you, no one knows that I did it."

After the old man finished speaking, Zhao Hen suddenly stood up, wiped away the tears on his face and actually laughed, "Since that's the case, I won't pretend, but do you really think you can kill me?"

Zhao Hen's sudden change caused the old man's pupils to shrink slightly. "Can you still escape from me?"

Zhao Hen casually patted the dust on his body and laughed: "Didn't you notice that your spiritual power is rapidly losing?"

"This..." The old man was shocked after hearing this. The spiritual power in his body was rapidly losing, and it would disappear in less than a cup of tea. After the examination, the old man looked shocked and roared, "What did you do to me?"

"Haha, do you still remember that I scratched my head when I leaned into your ear and talked?" Zhao Hen laughed and said, "I just applied some 'Spreading Paste' in your ear. Now the medicine has been integrated into your body. You used your spiritual power to attack those people just now, and now you will be exhausted in a moment."

"You plotted against me!... Humph, then you also applied the medicine on your hands?" The old man seemed to suddenly remember something, and glared at Zhao Hen viciously again. "Even if I only have one cup of tea, it will be enough to destroy you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed his hands and was about to activate his proud Ice Blade True Art to take Zhao Hen's life, but Zhao Hen's figure suddenly faded out of thin air and disappeared into the bright red maple forest.

"Hmph, do you still want to play hide-and-seek with me?" The old man smiled disdainfully and immediately opened his spiritual sense to scan the surroundings. But he was shocked to find that Zhao Hen had disappeared. How could this be possible? Even if he could fly, he couldn't fly so fast? At this time, a large string of question marks flashed through the old man's mind.

"I want to escape from the ground? No way." After thinking for a while, the old man finally thought of a possibility. Then the old man used the Heavenly Eye Technique to investigate again. But the result made him almost collapse. After using the Heavenly Eye Technique to investigate the radius of more than ten miles, he did not find any fluctuations of spiritual power! How did this make the old man accept such a heavy fact? A master at the peak of foundation building could not find a guy who seemed to have no cultivation! How could this be possible? If this is true, then there is no use for cultivating immortals? It would be better to go home and farm. But he didn't know that Zhao Hen had been wrapped in a layer of blood mist of the same color as the red maple forest. This blood mist was originally composed of the power of nothing soul, and coupled with the environmental influence of the surrounding red maple leaves, his spiritual consciousness could naturally not be detected. Moreover, there was no spiritual power in his body at all. How could he find it?

Just as the old man was extremely shocked, a dagger's light suddenly swung out...

‘Dou’

A figure in the red mist frowned when he heard the sound of the dagger hitting the armor. Unexpectedly, the old man still had one move.

"Hmph, the little mortal weapon also wants to hurt me?" Although the old man was surprised by this sneak attack, he did not lose his ability to judge. Although he had a low-level armor on his body, Zhao Hen was in the dark now, and he was not good for him. Who knew what other tricks Zhao Hen would use? Thinking of this, the old man quickly took out a talisman and chanted the spell and patted it. The golden light was suddenly bright, and then a golden light shield formed on the periphery to protect the old man. After doing these things, the old man waved his hand and pointed at the sky, sending a signal for help. "As long as the person comes, I will let you die without a burial place."

"I can't wait" a blood-colored fog rushed towards the old man. Seeing this, the old man was shocked and hurriedly recalled the flying sword and held it in his hand.

'Bang'

A cold wave broke through the golden light shield. The old man was shocked when he saw this and hurriedly waved the flying sword in his hand and chopped randomly.

'laugh'

The old man was surprised to find a trace of blood on the flying sword in his hand. No matter what, the reaction of the monk in the foundation-building stage was much faster than that in the Qi Refining stage. He was very excited when he was excited. But just as he was excited, a cold wave passed by.

‘Swish’

A blood splattered, and the old man's head flew a few meters away, and then fell to the ground with a pounce. As Zhao Hen said, the old man greeted the King of Hell before his helper came.

After the old man died, a hand appeared next to the maple forest to cover Zhao Hen, who was covered with bloody abdomen. Zhao Hen held the flying sword that had just broken through the old man's armor and shield in his other hand. It was the high-level flying sword he scraped from the corpse of the Nascent Soul Ancestor in the palace!

"You harmed me in your previous life, but I can't blame me in this life!" After taking all the property on the body with a smile, Zhao Hen looked at the body of the foundation-building old man, and a trace of memories of the past emerged deep in his eyes. After a moment, Zhao Hen finally put all the bodies in the Qiankun bag, and then his figure flashed and disappeared into the red maple forest.

Once, in Zhao Hen's previous life, this foundation-building old man and a Jindan master from the Jiuxiao Sect harmed Zhao Hen. Now that he has come back, Zhao Hen will naturally not give the other party any chance. He will first take action to solve the foundation-building old man and obtain blood source for cultivation to improve his strength.

After Zhao Hen left, Fenglin Mountain fell into death silence again. Red maple leaves drifted down the sky, burying all traces in the fallen leaves. However, not long after, a man in white stepped on a flying sword and flew from the distance to the sky with his sword.

When the figure of the man in white appeared in this maple forest, his body flashed into the area where Zhao Hen had just fought with the foundation-building old man. Then he released his spiritual sense and carefully investigated the surroundings. Soon, the man in white seemed to have suddenly discovered something, and quickly walked to an open space, then squatted down and pushed away the fallen leaves on the surface, and picked up a bloody rag from the ground!

Looking at the rags picked up in his hand, the man in white seemed to realize something, and his eyes suddenly flashed a hint of coldness. After looking around, he found that there was no one here, and then his figure flashed and flew towards the direction of the market. Not long after, a while later, there were cultivators with the Golden Pill Stage or even higher cultivation level in Fenglin Mountain. As for what happened later, Zhao Hen naturally didn't know, otherwise he would definitely sweat a cold sweat for him.

However, before entering Fenglin Mountain, Zhao Hen had calculated everything. He chose Fenglin Mountain, which was as bright as fire, so that he could let the environment cooperate with his own skills to better hide himself when he went to the market to sell spiritual medicines. He entered the market to lure those greedy guys to fight with the foundation-building monks and let them activate and consume the spiritual power of the foundation-building masters. He said that he was a slave to make the old man relax his guard. He put his mouth in the old man's ear to rub the medicine on the old man.

All plans and layouts are just for the final fatal blow! The mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole is behind, the birds are gone, the good bow is hidden, and Zhao Hen lacks cultivation, and only hiding is the kingly way.

After leaving Fenglin Mountain, Zhao Hen checked the scrapped things from the corpses. After confirming that there was no trace mark, he found a cave to hide it. Zhao Hen did this just a habitual cautious expression. Although he tried to kill the foundation-building master, Zhao Hen was also injured by the flying sword. If he was chased again, he would have to be dead.

Although Zhao Hen is seriously injured now, there are countless spiritual medicines on his body. After Zhao Hen was injured, he took these thousand-year-old spiritual medicines almost like eating. The injury, which originally took three months to recover, recovered in just one month. If it was not good after taking so many thousand-year-old spiritual medicines, it would be a real ghost!

After leaving Fenglin Mountain, Zhao Hen drew the blood essence of these people into fourteen jade bottles and saved them in a special way. What he has to do now is to absorb the blood of the foundation-building old man and the thirteen Qi Refining Cultivator to refine his soul.

After Zhao Hen put the jade bottle, he began to use three soul ligaments to explore the essence of blood to refine his soul. Each time he absorbed blood, the soul ligaments would grow one minute longer. Until the blood of the fourteen jade bottles was completely absorbed, Zhao Hen's soul ligaments had reached a length of five meters. If this was used to beat the slap in the Yin people, it would definitely surprise the other party.

But what disappointed Zhao Hen was that he had absorbed so much blood from cultivators, but his realm had only reached the fifth level of soul refining. Although there was also the blood of a foundation-building cultivator, after practicing the "Bloodthirsty Soul Refining Art", his soul was like a bottomless pit, absorbing all of these blood. However, what made Zhao Hen pleased was that the invisible space in his soul seemed to have increased a little, and the soul power became more pure and stable after this period of tempering.

After refining fourteen bottles of blood, a full four months had passed. Zhao Hen calculated with his fingers that the time for the Zi Lei Sect, the Purple Thunder Sect, to open the door to recruit new disciples in his previous life, was almost here.

Zhao Hen, who was still very grateful when talking about his master's sect, wasn't it because of his master's strong protection for him in his previous life, he would have been killed by the despicable villain Yi Jianfeng, so how could he survive until now? In order to cover his escape, the master's sect also paid the heavy price of the two Nascent Soul ancestors for this. You must know that his master's sect is a small sect with only five Nascent Souls! Therefore, Zhao Hen in this life will never let such tragedies happen again.

...

After a fifteen-day long journey, Zhao Hen's men had already appeared at Wanlei Mountain, where the mountain gate of the Zi Lei Sect was located.

As soon as he stepped into the foot of Wanlei Mountain, familiar scenery appeared before Zhao Hen. The joys and sorrows of his previous life also appeared in Zhao Hen's mind from time to time with these scenery in front of him.

Looking at Wanlei Mountain not far away, Zhao Hen couldn't help but swear in his heart, "Master, senior sister, junior sister, you paid the price of blood to protect me in the previous life. In this life, I, Zhao Hen, will protect you!"
Chapter completed!