Zhao Haomiao felt his palm slapping Zhou Bai's chest, as if he was hitting a mountain. The opponent's body was almost motionless, so the blasted force turned into a powerful recoil force, which directly rebounded and exploded in Zhao Haomiao's palm.

Amid the crackling sound, Zhao Haomiao felt that his palm had broken.

He looked at Zhou Bai with a look of ghosts: "Aren't he leaving the sword map? Why is his body so strong?"

Without having time to think about it, Zhao Haomiao was suffering from physical and mental injuries, and he didn't want to meet Zhou Bai for too long. His figure flashed, bringing dozens of illusions, and he had already rushed out in all directions.

‘This Zhou Bai may be equally good at subconscious attacks, and his cultivation level is unfathomable in his body.’

‘Let’s retreat first, the future is long, slowly look for his weaknesses. My dream body technique can directly affect people’s five senses, and at the same time, he can’t catch up with him…’

Just as Zhao Haomiao was thinking this way, the sound of breaking through the air was like thunder exploding, spreading throughout the sky.

Zhou Bai's figure looked like a black lightning bolt, and he rushed back and forth for a few sprints, and exploded all the phantoms running around.

Then in a moment, Zhao Haomiao felt a sudden sank on his shoulder, and suddenly turned around, instinctively kicking it backwards, accompanied by a bang.

His soles kicked Zhou Bai's knees without dodging, and a piercing pain instantly exploded.

Fortunately, this time it was just an instinctive kick. Zhao Haomiao did not use any powerful martial arts, so although it was severely painful, it did not have a fracture like before.

But even so, the severe pain made him stop in pain. He limped a few steps, looked at Zhou Bai behind him, and looked at the phantoms he had escaped. He didn't know when Zhou Bai had all exploded.

Zhao Haomiao looked shocked: ‘He is so fast?’

Zhou Bai looked at the other party and said, "I said, what happened to you? Just let it go and come to find you. Before you can say anything, just hit me?"

Zhao Haomiao was nervous and looked at Zhou Bai in surprise. The strength shown by the other party was completely beyond his expectations.

When he heard the other party say that he was hitting him, he felt that his injured hands and feet seemed to hurt a little more, and he felt angry and annoyed, and his injured brain seemed to feel more dizzy.

It was obvious that he was injured, but Zhou Bai actually blamed me for beating him?

When Zhao Haomiao thought of this, he became so angry.

But he couldn't say it, because it was indeed his first move, but he was injured by the recoil. How did he say it?

He was injured but he was still inappropriate and could not blame the other party. When Zhao Haomiao thought of this, he became even more angry. He felt like he was holding his breath in his chest and couldn't get through any way.

He could only grit his teeth and said, "What do you want?"

Zhou Bai's soul power surged over and turned into a big hand, and directly grabbed Zhao Haomiao's body: "Brother, I'll treat you, and let's have a good talk by the way."

Seeing Zhou Bai's soul power pounce on him, Zhao Haomiao sneered in his heart: "Even if your body refining is terrifying and your speed is amazing, but why do you, a cultivator in the fourth realm, compare your soul power with me? It's ridiculous."

So he directly burst out his soul power, and collided with Zhou Bai's soul power with a bang.

The soul power of a low-level monk cannot exceed that of a high-level monk, because due to the different degrees of Taoism, the upper limit of the soul power at different realms is also different.

But Zhou Bai in front of him broke this iron rule.

Under the violent collision of two invisible forces, the air twisted, like bombs that were ignited.

The collision of 7200 Yuanshen power and 5999 Yuanshen power, the result is obvious.

In the muffled sound of bobo, Zhao Haomiao only felt his soul power retreating step by step. The opponent's soul power was as fierce as the Yangtze River. Under the waves of impact, his soul power was almost at a loss and had no power to fight back.

Bang!

Zhao Haomiao was swept up by the soul power without any resistance. His eyes were a little lost, and he was a little confused: "How could this happen? Not only did he refine his body, but his speed was far above me, and his soul power was even far above me? How could this Zhou Bai be in the fourth realm?!"

Just when Zhou Bai wanted to take Zhao Haomiao away, there were soon other teachers around him, and the students were attracted by the sound of fighting.

"What happened?"

"Zhou Bai? What are you doing?"

"How did I hear the sound of fighting?"

Seeing the many teachers looking over, Zhou Bai smiled helplessly: "I'm having a conversation with Junior Brother Zhao."

Just after Zhou Bai explained to the teachers and students around him for a while, Ying Chuang rushed over and saw Zhou Bai and Zhao Haomiao, and quickly sent a message: "Zhou Bai, don't make things difficult for Zhao Haomiao."

Zhou Bai said unexpectedly: "What? He is very big?"

"Of course it's big." Ying Kuo smiled bitterly: "He is a relative of Principal Zhao Shouyi. He has been practicing in the Taoist convent in Central City before and only transferred in two months ago."

Hearing Zhao Shouyi and three words, Zhou Bai's face suddenly softened.

After thinking about it, he looked at Zhao Haomiao, who was stubborn beside him, patted his shoulder, and let go of the other party: "Then Junior Brother Zhao, go to treat first. When your injury is healed, let's talk about it. I think there will be some misunderstanding between us."

Zhao Haomiao looked at Zhou Bai, but did not respond. He left without looking back and kept muttering in his heart: "It's not a human being, this Zhou Bai is simply a beast. Regardless of physical body, speed, or spiritual power, they all suddenly became messy... He must be more than the fourth level, and it must be the Taoist school that concealed his strength... Their target this time is probably Daluo Tian Discussion of Taoism."

This time his strength was crushed in all directions, and his confidence was severely hit by Zhou Bai, and he was almost psychologically shady. I am afraid he would not want to see Zhou Bai again in a short period of time.

Zhou Bai on the other side planned to go back to Nasha to continue practicing, but he looked at the students and teachers who were attracted everywhere outside, and felt that the impact of practicing on the wall was not good.

So Zhou Bai thought about it and simply left his body in his dormitory, leaving his soul out of his body, and directly crawled into Nasha's crack in the door.

The primordial spirit can be big or small, hidden or visible. If it is not a monk who specifically checks it and uses the primordial spirit power to scan it, it is generally impossible to see it.

And in this era of twisted heavenly paths, there are almost no monks who are particularly wary of leaving the body.

So Zhou Bai successfully sneaked into Nasha's room without attracting the other party's attention.

Nasha, who was originally meditating in the room, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the corner of the room, always feeling a little restless.

During the past few hours of practice, similar feelings continued to arise. She always felt that someone was looking at her in the darkness, which made her unable to concentrate on practicing.

Zhou Bai's soul shrank into a ball and hid in the gap in the home next to him. However, looking at Nasha's restless look, he thought about it and crawled out of the room.

‘Nasha is different from Xiao Pei. I can’t find any evidence of her problem now. Taking advantage of this has caused her to be unable to calm down in her cultivation. It seems a bit bad.’

‘After all, everyone is human, so don’t harm others.’

‘Anyway, after practicing in the past few hours, my sword type power is almost up to the level of my soul power. I will practice the rest of my life every day. Next, I will prepare to practice the twilight Taoist technique.’

...

On a small island in the south, amid the earth-shaking loud noises, the entire island slowly collapsed and sank towards the bottom of the sea.

Yan Hui rushed through the water all the way and shot towards the coastline not far away. He looked listless and covered in blood. He grabbed a statue tightly with his right hand, his eyes full of pain.

In order to recover the original Daozang 05, he was the only one who died in the whole group. Thinking of the voice, appearance and smile of a companion, tears couldn't help but pass through the corners of their eyes.

However, when he thought of Zhou Bai, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes: "Don't worry, you won't sacrifice in vain."

As soon as he returned to the beach, he couldn't help but lie down, feeling extremely tired from his body to his soul, and he wished he could sleep for three days and three nights.

However, Yan Hui knew that it was still unsafe, so he needed to send the original Taoist 05 back as soon as possible.

At this moment, a pungent breath of purgatory sulfur fell from the sky. Yan Hui looked up and saw a young man stepping on the void and slowly falling down. He stood dozens of meters above the ground. He saw the light pillar in Nanshan City and rushed over Jingping, the descendant of the evil sect who was rushing over.

Yan Hui immediately said: "We are the night army in Donghua City..."

But he couldn't finish his words, Sun Jingping reached out and grabbed it, and saw the original Daozang 05 flying towards him. Yan Hui was about to resist, but he felt a stream of soul power pressing down like a mountain of Tai, and directly pressing him tightly on the beach.

Sun Jingping said in a high-ranking and unrefutable tone: "Since this treasure is on the southern battlefield, it must be the treasure lost to the battlefield by the predecessors of the evil sect. It is not your turn from the Three Qing Dao Sect to intervene."

Yan Hui carried the heavy soul power, reluctantly raised his head and said, "This is what we recycled..."

snort!

With a cold snorkeling, Yan Hui's head had been pressed into the sand by the soul power. Sun Jingping said lightly: "If you want to take it back, ask Yun Chonghe to talk to me, what are you?"
Chapter completed!