"System, do you still remember the last time I saw Yamamoto Twenty-eba in the Japanese Secret Land?"

"Of course I remember."

"Can you find him?"

"Yes, but it requires too much energy."

"I want to find him, kill this dog, and dare to hit my mother!"

"But if he also breaks through to the innate realm, you may not be his opponent."

"Then, I will go to A Sanguo to practice first in the evening. I should be able to break through. I will break through to the middle stage of foundation building before looking for him. Also, you can learn the sword-controlling technique."

"Okay, let's talk about it when you break through."

"Okay, I get it."

After saying that, Wang Hao cursed in his heart: Damn Yamamoto, wait and see. When Fatty Master breaks through, he will be the first to kill you!

So, since you have embarked on the path of cultivation, you will have strong enough reasons to keep a person on this path and go further and further.

At this time, Wang Hao had only one idea, and worked hard to practice, break through to the middle stage of foundation building, and killed Yamamoto.

This thought made him more focused when practicing, and no longer practice auxiliary spells from time to time to change his mind as before.

Around the early morning of night, he broke through to the middle stage of foundation building as scheduled.

The cyclone in his middle dantian compressed to the extreme again, and then turned into a drop of dark golden spiritual liquid.

According to the previous agreement, the system gave him the practice formula for sword control and gave him the additional flying sword technique.

Flying sword technique is the basic spell for cultivators in the innate realm. It can control flying swords into the air or control flying swords to injure the enemy. Of course, if you are interested, you can replace the flying sword with something else, such as stones, flying swords, feathers, etc.

The air-distance control that Li Qingyun performed for students in his training class was the principle of flying sword technique.

Cultivation is no longer a strange thing in real life. More than 200 families have students who practice. What is there to say?

However, most ordinary people still don’t feel much about the strength of the practitioners. After all, the first stage was only the senior high school graduation class, and it was only more than half a month before most students felt a sense of energy, and it was still early to use it in actual combat.

If you really want to say the one who feels the most, Brother Hui is one.

After he got involved with Gou Baoshan, he was able to enter and exit the secret realm freely, most of which he accompanied Gou Baoshan's son Gou Fugui to enter the secret realm.

Although he is a little older, he has good talent and is many times stronger than Gou Fugui, so he has made faster progress than Gou Fugui.

Gou Fugui is only in the early stage of Qi refining, but he is already in the middle stage of Qi refining.

In the past, he relied on a ruthless spirit and dared to fight, so he made some reputation among the underground forces in Wusheng County.

Thinking about it now, it's so naive.

If he is interested now, it is absolutely fine to sweep the underground forces of Wusheng County by one person.

However, after entering the world of cultivation, who is still interested in the world of these ordinary people?

What he is thinking about now is how to repay the Gou family's thighs and make a good time in the cultivation world.

After Wang Hao memorized the formulas of sword control and flying sword techniques, he was about to go home, and the system suddenly reminded: "Someone is here, the early stage of foundation building with the highest cultivation level."

Wang Hao looked at the entrance and saw more than a dozen people coming in. He couldn't see clearly what he looked like.

"In the early stage of foundation building, isn't that the same as Yamamoto's 28?" He didn't feel scared, but instead became interested. Anyway, there was a system to teleport: "Or, gesture first? If you can't beat it, then escape?"

The next sentence of the system directly extinguished his dream: "We cannot directly teleport here, we can only get outside the secret realm and in the temple."

"Then, invisible, run over and lead them outside to fight again." Wang Hao immediately changed his strategy.

He did it as soon as he said that, and he used the invisibility technique for himself and ran towards the exit.

At the entrance, at the front was a bald monk wearing a yellow monk's robe. His face was full of gullies and he looked at least a hundred years old. Behind him, two people stood on the left and right, one tall and the other short and fat, both wearing long robes, which were the two masters at the peak of the Qi Refining Stage who were scared away by Wang Hao last time.

Two lines of turbid old tears flowed into the bald monk's eyes, his lips trembled constantly, and he was obviously very excited.

After he muttered a few words that no one could understand, he turned to everyone and said, "This is a miracle. It has been thousands of years and finally appeared again! I want to kneel down to worship my ancestors!"

After saying that, he put his hands together, leaned down, and performed the grand ceremony of three kneelings and nine kowtows towards the top of the mountain with great devout devotion.

Everyone behind him followed him and bowed down and saluted.

After Wang Hao broke through to the middle stage of foundation building, his speed of running became much faster. In a short while, he arrived in front of a group of Asan cultivators.

He was about to go around the entrance behind everyone to do something provocative again, but he saw the bald old monk looking at his position like lightning, and stretching out his finger toward him.

"Damn, so sensitive!" Wang Hao quickly flashed to the side, and a strong energy brushed his body and shot to the ground, and a hole suddenly appeared on the ground.

With this flash, his figure immediately revealed. I don’t know if it was time or if the bald monk broke the invisibility technique.

The tall and short fat man immediately gusted at the bald old monk, saying a bird song that Wang Hao couldn't understand. Wang Hao guessed that what they said must be "He was the one who drove us away last time!"

Without Wang Hao's words (they couldn't understand even after they said it), the bald old monk pointed at him again.

Wang Hao dodged again in panic.

A strong wind blew through his ribs, and a hole suddenly appeared in his clothes.

"Lying grass! Six-Meridian Divine Sword!" Wang Hao was startled and poked a few more times. Even if he couldn't poke him, he was afraid that this space would be unstable.

The others were also very scared and quickly flashed to the other side of the bald old monk. This kind of battle with a master of innate realm was too scary. If you were accidentally poked, it would be a tragedy.

Wang Hao flashed several times in succession, and there were a few holes in his clothes, making him look quite embarrassed.

The bald old monk kept poking at him, very relaxed.

"Damn, it's not over yet!" Wang Hao's anger gradually rose: "At worst, you can't let this old bald donkey poke it like this, sooner or later he will poke a hole in his body."

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Hao also stretched out his hand and used the sword-control technique while dodging.

The bald old monk was poking Wang Hao leisurely when he suddenly saw him reaching out and pointed at him, his eyelids twitched and he quickly flashed to the side.

"Brush" a sword energy penetrated his monk's robe and shot a hole in the ground, which was a little bigger than the hole he shot.

Before he could fight back, he saw Wang Hao clenching his other hand into a fist and punching him.

"I flash!"

The bald monk flashed again.

"Hey, it's my turn now!"

Wang Hao's fingers were a sword energy, and his punches were a fist shadow. His hands were like lightning. His bald monk was forced to stand up and unable to withstand it in just a few seconds.

"Puchi", there was a hole in the bald monk.

With a "bang", he forced Wang Hao to withstand a Golden Horse Meteor Fist.

Seeing that the bald monk was about to be crippled by Wang Hao after a few more times, the system suddenly prompted: "The space here is unstable, leave quickly!"

Wang Hao was shocked, and quickly spitted lightly, jumped out of the entrance.

With a "thump", he fell heavily to the ground, forgetting that the entrance to Sezeng was several meters high from the ground.

As soon as he got up, before he had time to teleport, more than ten figures flew out from the entrance one after another, all of which smashed hard to the ground, stirring up a piece of dust.

When the dust dissipates, Wang Hao has long disappeared.

The bald old monk glanced around and didn't notice Wang Hao's figure. He endured the pain and jumped upwards and rushed towards Mi Zeng's entrance.

The secret realm had disappeared, and he knocked a piece of the statue off and fell back to the ground.

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The bald monk roared, and could no longer help but surging blood in his chest, and he sprayed a mouthful of blood with hatred.

As soon as Wang Hao appeared at home, the system said: "Are you specializing in destruction? You destroyed another secret realm!"
Chapter completed!