Next to Mr. Huo's wooden house, there is a piece of fertile land that is 100 meters square. There is only a green, man-tall fruit tree on this land, just like the orange tree in the world. There are seven or eight children's fist-sized fruits on it, which are pink and delicately carved.
On this piece of land, Mr. Huo Huo set up a small gathering spirit formation, making the spiritual energy here the most concentrated place in the Fenghe Valley.
After confirming that this was the fruit of the soul, Han Yu invited Xiaojiao to enter the house to talk secretly. At this time, Mr. Huo was not there, and it was a good time to pick up the soul fruit.
Because Mr. Huo is a fighter with a sharp sense of sensitivity, Han Yu went to pick it himself, afraid that he would leave his breath and be sensed by Mr. Huo, and it would be bad to find him in trouble. Now that Xiaojiao has an extraordinary relationship with Mr. Huo Huo, he must know that Xiaojiao will not say anything after taking it away.
Han Yu has no psychological burden on stealing Mr. Huo's soul fruit. Inexplicably, he let Yu Feiyang beat Han Yu violently, and let Han Yu work here as a coolie. Han Yu hasn't figured it out yet. He picked up the soul fruit, just a little interest in advance.
Xiaojiao fulfilled his mission and quickly picked up three Soul Fruits. Because it was not yet ripe, the little guy had no interest in it at all. All three of them were thrown on the table, and then ran to the bed to sleep.
Han Yu was drooling with excitement. Although the soul fruit is not yet mature, the effect of the medicine is not optimal, but eating three of them is almost the same as a mature one. It will make his soul not tired within a day, so he can rest assured. Boldly engraves the pattern of Equalling Heaven Armor, and will not collapse due to excessive consumption of soul power.
"Crack!"
Han Yu took a bite out of it, regardless of the 3721, the astringent and sour feeling made his teeth tingle for a while, but the spiritual power of this fruit was not weak, it was comparable to an ordinary third-grade elixir.
Soon Han Yu swallowed the three Soul Fruits in his belly, and he operated his mind to promote digestion. A cyan gas rushed into his head and entered the Niwan Palace, nourishing Han Yu's soul. The power of the soul that was consumed by making the first pattern was replenished.
"As expected of a treasure that nourishes the soul, this is fast enough!" Han Yu was full of energy, ready to continue to carve the pattern of Qi Tianjia.
"Boom..."
Suddenly, the door of Han Yu's room burst open, and a powerful air wave instantly smashed the contents of Han Yu's house into crumbs. .
At this moment, standing outside the door, a figure wrapped in a white robe, not too tall, was actually Mr. Huo.
Han Yu stood up embarrassedly, and suddenly felt like a thief was caught, Xiaojiao called out in dissatisfaction, ran up to Han Yu's shoulder, and looked at Mr. Huo fearfully.
"Dare to steal my soul fruit, die!" Mr. Huo's voice was bone-chilling, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
"Huh!" Mr. Huo didn't say much, and when he moved, he turned into a string of afterimages and rushed towards Han Yu.
Han Yu screamed badly. He broke through the hut and rushed out, rushing out of Fenghe Valley. Mr. Huo was wearing Qitian armor and his breath was covered up. People of his status are obviously not weak. Han Yu didn't have the confidence to compete with Mr. Huo, so the best choice was to escape.
However, Han Yu still underestimated Mr. Huo's speed, and after only a few jumps, he surpassed Han Yu and blocked Han Yu's way.
"Shhhhh!"
Mr. Huo raised his hand and struck out with three palms, very fast, leaving only a trail of afterimages.
Mr. Huo's attack, although very powerful, is almost as powerful as the attack of a powerhouse at the third level of Lingwu. Of course, Han Yu didn't think that Mr. Huo Huo was just a practitioner of the third level of Lingwu. Perhaps in his eyes, this strength was enough to deal with Han Yu.
Han Yu didn't hit him hard, he dodged and avoided Mr. Huo's three palms, and another three punches. This time, his shot was even sharper, so that Han Yu could not avoid it.
Han Yu gritted his teeth and could only accept the move.
"Bang bang bang!"
The two slapped each other three times, so Han Yu could see incredulously that Mr. Huo groaned, and stepped back seven steps before he stopped.
In Mr. Huo's eyes, there was also a look of surprise. He did not expect that Han Yu District's eighth-level realm of Yuanwu would have such a terrifying combat power.
"He's not really just at the third level of Lingwu, is he?"
Han Yu suddenly felt as if he had discovered a novel continent, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he rushed to Mr. Huo's front with a few steps, and directly displayed the Thunder Illusion Palm.
The seven palms were sent together, the applause was thunderous, and the phantoms were heavy.
In the face of Han Yu's attack, Mr. Huo turned out to be mainly retreating, which further showed that he was only a third-level spiritual martial artist.
"Everyone is afraid, even Mr. Huo, who has to give face to the suzerain, is only a third-level cultivation of Lingwu!" Han Yu stammered, if he hadn't fought with Mr. Huo today, he would never have guessed that Mr. Huo would so weak.
Mr. Huo became angry, and after avoiding Han Yu's attack, his body was shocked, and a powerful breath erupted. It was not the third level of Lingwu, but he turned the surrounding world's spiritual energy for his own use, and displayed a set of fourth-order martial arts.
"Mr. Huo Huo, if you only have this strength, I advise you to stop, you are not my opponent." The corner of Han Yu's mouth was slightly raised, and his third-level cultivation of Lingwu would not pose any threat to him.
"Humph!" Mr. Huo snorted coldly, and slapped his palm again. The difference this time was that Mr. Huo's hand was covered with a thick layer of ice, which was terrifyingly cold.
After Han Yu bumped into him a few times, his palms were frozen and numb. He didn't have the fourth-order martial arts for close combat, so he could only temporarily avoid Mr. Huo's edge.
"You must be young, why are you pretending to be an old man?" Han Yu asked curiously. Only now did he remember that when he first met Mr. Huo, Tian Lao said that Mr. Huo had not grown up yet. At that time, Han Yu didn't care. After all, in the eyes of an old man like Tian Lao, many people were The boy who "has not even grown up yet"!
A few days ago, Tian Lao reminded Han Yu that if he worshipped Mr. Huo as his teacher, he would regret it in the future. Obviously, this is what he said. If Han Yu really worshipped Mr. Huo as his teacher, he would have vomited blood and died when he suddenly found out that Mr. Huo was about the same age as him.
Mr. Huo Huo's identity as a warrior of Xieling is too dazzling, and Qi Tianjia blocked his breath, making him look so unfathomable that he deceived tens of thousands of people from the Floating Cloud Sect.
Mr. Huo didn't answer, the attack became a bit more terrifying, and the killing intent in his eyes became stronger and stronger. It seemed that Han Yu saw through his identity, and he wanted to kill to silence.