A silver light attacked.

Zhang Hao's nervous mood at this moment changed into a kind of calmness and indifference.

The spiritual power of the right hand sucked out, wrapped in the wooden sword, as if coated with a layer of white light, and the cold light was sucked out and silver light was overflowing.

The tip of the wooden sword quickly pierced on Song Qingshan's sword, and turned rapidly like a dragon.

Haoran's spiritual energy erupted from his meridians, and Zhang Hao's whole aura was amazing.

With two fingers together, the spiritual power in his hand squirted out from his fingers, gently stroked the sword body, and a milky white spiritual power wrapped around the sword body, and the wooden sword was like a sharp silver sword.

Although Zhang Hao's current realm is still unavailable, the level of turning mortal iron into a sword, the wooden sword is wrapped in spiritual energy and can at least compete with Song Qingshan for a while.

The white light is woven, stunning.

Song Qingshan carefully controlled the flying sword, slashing left and right.

There was a twitching chaos.

Zhang Hao was just using his hands to control the sword and control objects, and he had never learned it yet.

Song Qingshan's forehead was already sweating slightly. This swordsmanship was unheard of, and it was tricky and weird, with a vague sense of sharp sword intent. If this guy's sword wasn't a wooden sword, I'm afraid I would have loaded it here today.

Just as he was amazed.

The wooden sword in Zhang Hao's hand was fighting.

The sword lights were as white as stars fell to the ground.

The thin sword light, like a huge net, intertwined from all directions, leaving him with no way to hide and no way to avoid.

"Try it!" Song Qingshan gritted his teeth and shouted coldly.

The spiritual power in his body was circulating with all his strength, and the flying sword quickly pierced into Zhang Hao's eyes, and the scorching white light suddenly flourished.

It made Song Qingshan's spiritual power stagnate for a moment.

Split the sword force.

The sword momentum dispersed instantly and gathered rapidly, like a giant net gathering and silver light intertwined.

Song Qingshan's flying sword was like a caught fish, unable to advance at all. Suddenly, an old sneer came, and his flying sword disappeared inexplicably.

When Zhang Hao saw Shang collecting Song Qingshan's flying sword, he used the dragon's body technique and instantly arrived in front of Song Qingshan.

Song Qingshan held a stack of talismans in his hand. Before he could cast the magic trick, he saw that his eyes were filled with fine white lights, which were like swimming fish, as if it was very fast and as if it was very slow.

The thin white light penetrated through his body, and he ignored it.

Zhang Hao stood with his sword.

Song Qingshan stood in a daze three feet away in front of Zhang Hao, opened his lips and said, "You...!"

Before he could finish his words, a breeze blew, and Song Qingshan’s beard on his chin fell down like a dense silver needle, followed by his hair and clothes, and finally fell down straight, and dense bloodshots appeared in billions of pores.

When Song Qingshan landed on the ground, a dark flame jumped out of his body. The flames were dark all over, and Mingmie rose and danced, which was very strange.

Xuanyin True Fire, Shang looked at the jumping flames on the ground and was a little ecstatic. He laughed and put away the flames.

Zhang Hao covered his nose, his stomach surging, and he ran to a place with less bloody smell, and vomited heavily.

"Boy! I can't tell that you are so useless, aren't you just killing someone?" Shang took away Xuanyin True Fire, looked at Zhang Hao's embarrassing look, and laughed.

After calming down the turbulent seas in his stomach, Zhang Hao took out a concentrating pill, walked to the two girls who were unconscious on the ground, and each of them fed one.

Sitting upright under an ancient tree, regulating the spiritual power in the body.

Xiaozi's golden toad looked at Xiaozi, whose breathing was gradually even, then looked at the corpse on the ground. He jumped beside Song Qingshan's corpse, opened his huge mouth and swallowed it. A series of dark and strange gases emerged from Song Qingshan's corpse. After a few breaths, Song Qingshan's strong body shriveled down, lying on the ground like a human skin.

The golden toad squirted a hot stench, lowered its head and pulled up the blue cloth bag beside the skin bag, and threw it beside Zhang Hao.

"But the intermediate-level golden toad beast is so spiritual. Could it be a divine beast from the ancient Canaan Black Sect lineage?" Shang looked at the golden toad and looked at the vortex patterns behind it curiously.

Jin Chan raised his head and looked at the direction where Shang was, and started screaming.

Can you see me? Shang asked tentatively.

The golden toad stared at his bulging eyes, his wide toad's mouth broke, revealing a playful sneer, and nodded while smiling.

Zhang Hao stood up and looked at the blue cloth bag under his feet and quickly opened it.

I saw three first-grade spirit stones, six third-grade spirit stones, five fourth-grade spirit stones, and eleven second-grade spirit stones. There was also a dark blue porcelain bottle, several low-level talismans, and a wooden box.

Looking at these spirit stones, Zhang Hao was secretly happy, with a happy smile on his lips. Looking back at the human and beast looking at his appearance, Zhang Hao shouted: "What are you looking at? You don't have the share!"

Shang said impatiently: "My is yours, yours is mine, why do you and me care about so much?"

The golden toad cried a few times, looking at the blue porcelain bottle in Zhang Hao's hand.

Zhang Hao then realized that there were two other people who had not woken up. He looked at the golden toad and asked in a searching manner: "There is the antidote in the bottle!"

The golden toad nodded and shouted when he heard this.

Zhang Hao took out the blue porcelain bottle and opened it. He saw a sticky ball inside the bottle. A pungent smell came out of the bottle. It irritated his stomach and quickly pinched his nose and put the blue bottle on the unconscious Hua Luochen, and smelled it under Xiaozi's nose.

The two of them coughed softly and woke up.

Benefactor! Hua Luochen saw Zhang Hao at first sight and called out softly.

Zhang Hao smiled strangely and said, "Girl, you have recognized the wrong person!" While speaking, he looked at Xiaozi with some pampering eyes, like a naughty baby who had just woken up, with an innocent face!

Senior brother, you saved me? Xiaozi's voice was a little tired and sleepy, with a hint of childishness that she had not woken up. Zhang Hao was frightened and felt extremely warm.

He stretched out a hand to touch Xiaozi's head, and said angrily: "If you dare to come to Wolongling with me on your back in the future, grab it and spank it once. After that, he raised his hand to slap Xiaozi's butt!"

Seeing that he looked a little ferocious and wanted to slap his butt, Xiaozi was so scared that her face burned like a fire. She closed her eyes nervously, and her long eyelashes were shaking gently. This way, she was as cute as she was.

"I won't beat you anymore. You can't leave the master's sect without permission from my senior sister in the future?"

"Thank you for not beating me!" When I said that, I realized that I had missed my mouth. I bit my lower lip awkwardly. The blush on my face, coupled with her expression at the moment, seemed to have a unique and terrifying beauty.

Looking at this little loli who has never grown up, Zhang Hao could only smile helplessly.

Hua Luochen looked at the two of them so intimately, and felt astringent in her heart. She stood up and looked up at Zhang Hao, with disappointment in her eyes and heartache of being ignored.

"Sister Hua, my senior brother went out to meet the immortal fate last time and was wiped out by a master. Now he may really not know you, otherwise Sister Hua, you are so beautiful, and my senior brother will definitely please you as if he is covered in secret."

Xiaozi looked at Hua Luochen's pitiful appearance and quickly explained to Zhang Hao.

When Hua Luochen heard Xiaozi's words, he smiled brightly. Tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes fell like dewdrops in the morning breeze. But at this moment, her mind was no longer as desperate and uncomfortable as before. She was the daughter of Meng Ke, the general of the Cavalry of the Fengshen City. She ran away from home and came to find Zhang Hao thousands of miles. If Zhang Hao really disliked him, then she might as well die!

It’s just that his memory was erased, but she should have forgiven him. Thinking of this, she looked up at Zhang Hao, and suddenly felt that he was much more pleasing to him than before.

Zhang Hao looked at Hua Luochen and was amazed at the beauty of this woman. With a woman of her beauty, many men in the world would be moved by her. Even if she was not moved, she would be moved, with both front and back, and her face and eyes were so charming.

But I don't have any memory of her.

Zhang Hao looked at Hua Luochen and shouted awkwardly: "Miss Hua..." Suddenly realized how awkward this title was, he quickly changed his words and shouted, "Miss Luochen, if it is Zhang Hao's friend, please forgive me. Xiaozi has already told you about my affairs, don't blame me!"

Seeing his tone become gentle, Hua Luochen felt happy and said quietly: "Young master is shocked when he suffered such an unexpected accident. Even if he really doesn't know the little girl, it doesn't matter. From today on, everything will be over again!"
Chapter completed!