After several hours of dual cultivation in the hot spring pool and Junko Matsuhara, when both of them woke up, Wang Ziqiao found that all his injuries had healed, and even the scars on his chest had fallen off. They could be described as snow-white as warm jade.

But, to his regret, the white hair cannot be recovered unless they fall off automatically and new black hair will be produced, but this is a long process.

Wang Ziqiao's recovery technique is very powerful, but it still cannot reach the level of recreation. Humans are very strong, but sometimes they are also weak.

"Master, my physical strength seems to have reached the late stage of level 5, and my mental power has also increased simultaneously!" Junko Matsuhara was extremely surprised.

Before, she was only in the early stage of level 5, and she broke through two small levels overnight.

"Oh?" Wang Ziqiao was also surprised, but soon he understood that the battles over the past few days, especially after absorbing Zuo Mutian's true energy in the late stage of level 6, were stored in his body cells. Through the Demon God Art and the Heart Sutra of the Imperial Girl, most of them were refined and strengthened their body. However, a small part was passed on to Junko Songyuan during the dual cultivation. In this small part, Junko Songyuan had been less in the hard work for more than ten years.

Perhaps with a few more double practices, Junko Matsuhara can reach the peak level of level 5. In addition, Junko Matsuhara himself is a magician, so by urging the elemental body, he can easily upgrade his body to level 6.

Of course, if you want to reach Level 6, you must also improve your spiritual realm.

"Master, what level are you? Have you improved?" Junko Matsuhara looked at Wang Ziqiao expectantly. At this time, she was still in Wang Ziqiao's arms, and her smooth and soft figure would be entangled.

"My body should be considered to be in the mid-level sixth level, right? My mental power seems to have reached the peak level sixth level. In just a few days, we have all improved so much. It seems that we still have to fight against the masters more in the future. If I face Zuo Mutian in the late-level sixth level, I can easily kill it with one sword!" Wang Ziqiao held Junko Songyuan's legs, let her ride on her waist, stood up, and stepped out of the hot spring bath together.

Dressed neatly, the two left the Hot Spring Villa, soared into the air, and flew towards Shuramen's headquarters.

More than ten minutes later, the two of them landed in the yard in the jade talisman eagle, called Songyuan Zhisha, and began to evacuate the Shuramen who had just lived in for a few days. They either went down the mountain to manage the Shuramen's property or lurked down. Even Songyuan Zhisha was driven away by Prince Qiao.

In the entire area, there are only two masters, Prince Qiao and Songyuan Zhisha, and four other servants, who are once the maids of Rosamen.

At the same time, Wang Ziqiao did not need to let the people of the Songyuan family take risks for him.

Today, neither of them went out, but meditated and regained their energy, because they knew that the Moshamen and Igamen would definitely not give up and that they must keep themselves at their peak at any time.

Wang Ziqiao knew that the reason why his mental power had increased so quickly was entirely because of his training and insights in recent days, especially after being tempered by the Human Emperor's Angry Flame, he had already begun to understand the general trend.

At this time, he was also in a meditation state, transforming into the Human Emperor, without anger, and being powerful, as if he came from the ancient times, suppressing all directions, and his eyes flashed with anger. Wherever his eyes were reaching, all sentient beings bowed their heads and worshiped them, and did not dare to look directly at them.

A day passed quickly, and what surprised Prince Qiao was that there was no movement between the Moshamen and Iga Sect and no one was sent to come.

At night, Prince Qiao and Junko Songhara stood at the top of the tower and looked at the night sky in the distance.

Suddenly, a gray figure appeared out of nowhere on the top of the mountain, looking down at the building halfway up the mountain.

Prince Qiao also sensed a huge aura. He looked up and saw that the old man with white hair on the top of the mountain was staring at him with his hands on his back.

"What should be come is here!" Prince Qiao sneered. He had already seen that the other party was definitely at level seven.

Whoosh...

The old man in gray linen fell from the top of the mountain and stood on the roof not far from the top of the tower. He looked at Prince Qiao and Junko Songhara with deep eyes and murderous aura, saying, "Are you the one who is stupid to my grandson?"

"Who is your grandson?" Wang Ziqiao asked back.

"Iga Prodigal Son!"

"You are the grandfather of Iga's prodigal son? I heard that his great-grandfather is the strongest master of Iga Sect. He has a mid-level seventh level cultivation level. I didn't expect that his son could reach level seven. It's not bad. Your Iga family is really powerful!" Prince Qiao sighed.

"I can't understand, with the cultivation of you two, how dare you face me directly? Why dare to kill my grandson and provoke me Iga Sect?" the old man said.

"Your words seem to be nonsense, right? Your grandson wants my woman, why should I kill him?" Wang Ziqiao asked back.

"It was indeed you who killed!" The old man closed his eyes.

Prince Qiao was confused.

But the next moment, the old man's eyes suddenly opened again, as if a knife light flashed, and a powerful aura suddenly spread out. In an instant, Wang Ziqiao and Junko Songyuan were enveloped.

Prince Qiao suddenly felt pressure, and the air around him was as heavy as a pound. He felt that he had been locked by the old man, as if he could bear his life at any time as long as the old man was willing.

"Level 7 is indeed extraordinary. The general trend of understanding is a bit like a domain. Within the coverage of the general trend, it is his world!" Prince Qiao said inwardly, immediately meditating on the Human Emperor's Angry Flame Map, a faint flame flashed in his eyes, and the momentum was wide open, just like a young emperor. Although he was weak, he could not underestimate him. Only then did he feel that he was out of the other party's control.

Junko Matsuhara was trembling and had a pale face. If she hadn't snuggled in Prince Qiao's arms, she wouldn't have even gained a foothold.

"I heard that you even killed Taiyi from the Mosha Sect. You are so brave. However, your cultivation is indeed powerful and can resist my power. However, you shouldn't have killed my grandson. Today I will use your blood to pay tribute to my grandson's soul!"

After a word, his figure suddenly lengthened, and before the afterimage on the roof disappeared, he had already arrived in front of Prince Qiao.

However, Wang Ziqiao raised his hand and threw out a stone.

This stone is extremely fast, like teleportation, and it cannot tolerate the old man dodging at all.

when……

It seemed as if the sound of fine iron hitting appeared.

Bang...

The old man flew backwards.

In a flash, the stone penetrated into Prince Qiao's mind again.

"It's now!" Prince Qiao was overjoyed. His mental power had already noticed that the old man at this moment was indeed knocked out.

He took a step forward, shrank into an inch, and the blue yin sword flashed with blue light, flashing through the old man's legs.

flutter!

The two legs, which were brushed in unison, were cut off from the base of the thighs, and the old man's body was still flying backwards, but the two legs fell to the ground.

boom!

The old man threw it into the yard and smashed the rocks on the ground.
Chapter completed!