The little fat man looked at Meng Hao blankly, and suddenly tears fell in his eyes, he rushed forward, howling ceaselessly.
"You're not dead, Meng Hao, you weren't dead."
"I'm always scared these days. Everyone says you are dead. I feel uncomfortable. You are my only friend. What should I do if you are going to die."
"I'm thinking about escaping out of the mountain gate. I don't even have any interest in grinding my teeth. But thinking about leaving here, I'm afraid I won't be able to avenge you for the rest of my life, so I didn't leave. I vowed to help you avenge this life..." the little fat man cried. He opened his mouth, hugged Meng Hao, and cried with joy.
The little fat man looked sincere, and Meng Hao was very warm in his heart. He hurriedly comforted a few words, which stopped the little fat man’s tears. The two of them sat by the river, and Meng Hao briefly talked about the experience of going to Montenegro. Nothing. Talking about Ying Long and Wang Tengfei, but the little fat man who heard it was frightened, until finally he heard that Meng Hao had already condensed to the sixth level, he suddenly took a breath and was dumbfounded.
"The sixth floor of Qi Condensation... his mother, you... You actually reached the sixth floor of Qi Condensation. When Senior Sister Xu arrested us, she was only on the seventh floor of Qi Condensation. You are really a fairy now, Meng Hao!" Excited.
"Can you fly?" The little fat man breathed quickly, and suddenly spoke.
"Fly..." Meng Hao closed his eyes slightly, and the Feng Xing technique in the Qi Condensation Scroll appeared in his mind. It is naturally much easier to use his sixth-level Qi condensing cultivation base than the fifth-level Qi condensing level, but he tried many times. His body floated slowly, but quickly fell. Meng Hao tried again in deep thought, until he stumbled and used it many times, and even swallowed the pill, then he floated slowly and steadily under the eyes of the little fat man. Get up, hang about five inches in the air, making the little fat man's eyes straight.
At the next breath, Meng Hao opened his eyes immediately, revealing a glimmer of light, and at the same time he stood up, and his whole person was like the wind as he walked, hovering around him and galloping around, the little fat man who was watching was short of breath.
After trying several times, Meng Hao became more familiar with this feeling. He lifted his right hand and slapped the storage bag. A flying sword flashed out immediately, and it landed directly at Meng Hao's feet, carrying Meng Hao's body in an instant. Sliding into the sky, the little fat man who was watching this scene stopped breathing, showing incredible disbelief.
"Fly..." the little fat man murmured.
Meng Hao was in midair and was extremely excited. Stepping on the flying sword, he felt the presence of wind. According to the method of wind movement, his body moved lightly with the flying sword. This time he persisted for more than 30 breaths. Feeling unstable and falling uncontrollably, Meng Hao suddenly got a shock. In his mind, it seemed that at this moment, there was an extra formula.
This formula is not words, but extremely mysterious. It exists as an instinct in Meng Hao's mind. With the appearance of the formula, the aura in Meng Hao's body immediately circulates, with a subconscious wave of his right hand, like invisible wings flapping. , Immediately in front of him, a wind blade appeared immediately!
As soon as the wind blade came out, even the flying sword under Meng Hao's feet trembled. In an instant, the wind blade rushed straight to the jungle in front, and the sound of the bang reverberated in an instant. There were three rows of trees in a row, all like a knife. When it broke and fell to the ground, Meng Hao staggered to the ground.
The little fat man was completely stunned, and it took a long time to recover his breathing, his face was already red, and there was strong admiration in his eyes when he looked at Meng Hao.
"I am developed, and I will follow Meng Hao in the future to see who dares to bully me, the grocery store business, I see who dares to grab it!" Thinking of this, the little fat man laughed triumphantly.
Meng Hao closed his eyes and felt the wind blade from the bottom of his head. He was quite excited. With his cleverness, he faintly guessed that the strange dream must be related to the demon pill. Great connection. The reflection of the dragon in the lake in the dream appeared in his mind faintly, and an instinctive thought to perceive the meaning of this dragon and sky monarch permeated Meng Hao's heart, but after trying it, he could not succeed.
"By the way, Meng Hao, the trial to promote the inner disciple has started in the past few days. It is said that there is a one-month preparation period for registration. Go and sign up quickly. Once successful, you will be the third inner disciple of the Shanzong. Very noble!" The little fat man thought of this and hurriedly said.
"The trial of promoting an inner disciple?" Meng Hao was startled. He had heard about it several times before, but at that time he had a low cultivation base and felt that it was too far away from him, but now it is completely different. Zong, the sixth layer of Qi condensing is now counted as Meng Hao, and there are only three!
They are Wang Tengfei, Han Zong, and then Meng Hao. Han Zong was originally the pinnacle of the fifth floor, but in the past few years he finally broke through and stepped into the sixth floor.
"I heard that only one inner disciple was accepted this time. Everyone is rumoring that this trial was opened for Wang Tengfei. Now that you are on the sixth floor, you may be able to succeed." The little fat man persuaded him again and again, wishing Meng Hao immediately agreed. In the end, he became a disciple of the inner sect all the way, and he was able to dominate the patron sect.
Meng Hao hesitated for a moment and didn’t make a decision right away. Although very tempted, after all, becoming an inner disciple is completely different from an outer disciple. No one can easily offend, even the elders of the sect. More, it's just that this matter is too big, Meng Hao's cultivation is too fast, he has to consider some speculations after outsiders knowing, if it arouses suspicion, it will not be worth the loss.
It has been almost two years since he came to the Paoshan Sect. Meng Hao has a deep understanding of the four words of the weak and the strong, and he also knows the truth of the undisclosed wealth, but he has not completely decided not to go, so appropriate preparations are still needed. Especially after the Battle of Montenegro, Meng Hao's magic weapon and pill were all exhausted, and it was necessary to quickly replenish it at this moment.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel heartbroken by the two thousand large spiritual stones.
More than twenty days passed in a flash, and the registration for the promotion of inner disciples was about to end. There were not many applicants, but the rules of the sect were like this. Once you sign up, you can’t leave the square and you have to stay under the nine pillars. Meditate and wait for the trial to unfold, and outsiders should not interfere, otherwise it would be a violation of the rules.
The so-called trial is actually just comparing the fighting technique with each other. It is said that many years ago, the trial of the inner gate of the mountain sect was to hunt for treasures in dangerous places, but now the mountain sect has sunk to the west, and only the winner of the fighting method can be promoted to the inner gate.
In more than twenty days, Meng Hao went to the high-level public area, but it was quiet there, and there was no one at all. Thinking of the decline of the patron sect, Meng Hao understood the depression here and was in the low-level public area again. , Opened a grocery store.
Once he returned, it caused a sensation. No one dared to grab the business in the grocery store. This made Meng Hao's business very good for more than 20 days, earned a lot of spiritual stones, and copied magic weapons and elixirs almost every day. Slowly it accumulates again.
Seeing that there were more and more magic weapons flying swords in his pockets, although they were all ordinary weapons, the number was nearly a hundred. Meng Hao recalled his battle with Lu Heng, thinking of the trip in Heishan, and gradually became clear about himself. After thinking about how to fight for a long time, his eyes flashed, and he thought of some methods that could make a large number of flying swords more powerful.
In the days that followed, apart from setting up a stall, Meng Hao spent most of his time studying how to make the flying sword more powerful. After trying many times, he gradually figured out some methods and began to deliberately let himself be able to control more. Flying swords even made these flying swords into various shapes. In order to prevent people from guessing, Meng Hao deliberately made these flying swords either frayed, broken teeth, or painted in other colors to look tattered.
In addition, almost every day, he would try to realize the thoughts of the monarch of Yinglong Sky in his dream. Although he was unable to succeed, he found that the power of the wind movement technique had increased a lot. It seemed that as he realized it, he gradually got close to the sky.
Time flies, two days before the deadline for the application for promotion to the inner disciple, Meng Hao was setting up a stall in the low-level public area, watching the little fat man peddling and persuading him the most, suddenly he turned his head and looked far away. I saw a figure at the foot of the mountain in the distance with his hands behind his back, striding forward, every step taken was several feet long, and soon outside Pingdingshan, this man was a twenty-seven-year-old young man with a proud look, and a picture floating in front of him. Yellow paper, with some complicated runes painted on it, black winds emanate from the yellow paper, lingering around the young man's body.
"Fu Lu..." Meng Hao's eyes flashed indistinctly. The yellow paper was introduced on the condensing scroll. It was a treasure with a limited number of times, and its power was not small.
This person who came was the second strongest of the outer sect, Han Zong of the sixth layer of Qi Condensation. When he appeared, it immediately caused a sensation in Pingdingshan, and everyone clasped their fists and bowed.
"Meng Hao, Shangguan Shishu is looking for something to do with you, so let me go." Han Zong looked at Meng Hao without looking at other people, and said coldly.
Meng Hao frowned, and Shangguan Shishu was no stranger to him. Whether he was releasing pill alone or helping Wang Tengfei fight the demon python most half a month ago, he could see how extraordinary this man was.
"What will he do if he finds me... Could it be that this person had noticed it at the beginning?" Meng Hao slowly got up. He knew that the other party was the elder of the sect. As a disciple of the outer sect, he had to do it. Ghost.
Meng Hao glanced at the cold and arrogant Han Zong in deep thought, and said in his heart that if the affairs of the day were really revealed, Wang Tengfei would definitely be the first to find it. At this moment, this Shangguan Shishu, is it related to this matter
Meng Hao's expression was calm, he sneered when his thoughts turned around, glanced at the little fat man seemingly at random, and walked forward.
During the journey of Han Zong, the two quickly reached the West Peak. At the top of the western mountain, there was a strong aura. Meng Hao saw a beautiful attic in which some boys were planting spiritual grass.
Not long after, outside a three-story attic, Han Zong stopped and looked at Meng Hao. At the same time, Shangguanxiu's voice came from the attic.
"Meng Hao come in, Han Zong, you go to Nanfeng." As the words came, another jade slip flew out and fell into Han Zong's hands. Han Zong sneered at Meng Hao and turned away.
Meng Hao snorted inwardly, secretly saying that this sentence was wrong, and asked Han Zong to go to Nanfeng, and gave out jade slips...