Supernatural: the Opening Host Approached Science

Su Yueli's beautiful black eyes rolled around, hehe smiled and said, "It's just... two days ago, when I was reading those materials, I practiced after a while, and I learned it."

In the barrage, a man named "Fifty years of cultivating Taoism is finally impoverished"

The rockets have already started frantically.

And she kept swiping the barrage in shock: "Miss Yueli is definitely a Taoist genius! A genius among geniuses!"

"I've never heard of a person in the cultivating circle who can cultivate magic power by comprehending it on their own!"

"Even if you go to a famous mountain and join a great faction, and you are gifted and taught by experts, it will take a year or two at the earliest.

Miss Yueli, such talent is truly amazing."

"Not to mention... say, the super-intelligence that can understand all the fingerings and seals by looking at the documents!"

"Miss Yueli, please let me accept you as my apprentice!!"

"..."

Jiang Han was stunned.

So this silly girl is a real genius.

No wonder the old man Li had worked so hard to get her blood.

Too much! The protagonist of the novel is not so exaggerated.

"This... water friend."

Jiang Han couldn't help but ask, "Dare to ask what sect?"

"Poor Dao, Xuan Zhenzi, born in Wudang School."

After fifty years of cultivating Taoism, he finally answered in poverty.

Jiang Han clicked his tongue and said, "Daoist, you are here.

Kind of weird."

Fifty years of cultivating Daoism, I was finally impoverished: "The poor Daoist can't do it, it's all the disciple who helped me to register."

"You Wudang..."

Jiang Han took a deep breath, "So poor?"

"Those who practice Taoism, money and wealth are external things."

After fifty years of cultivating Taoism, he finally recovered from poverty.

"have a look."

Jiang Han pointed to Xuan Zhenzi's barrage and warned Su Yueli seriously, "This is... a sect that likes to pretend to be critics even without money, so you have to go around."

After fifty years of cultivating Taoism, I was finally impoverished: "..."

the other side.

As soon as the Soul Detention Formation was loosened, the peak-level Specter found an opportunity, suddenly broke through the crack, and escaped from the incinerator.

"I finally came out!"

The peak-level savage grinned, "You don't even use Dao Fire to refine me, so now, you will be my blood food!"

Chapter [-] I killed myself! (Please order all! Sixth more!)

Feng Li Gui was going crazy.

After being burned in the incinerator for so long, my heart was already burning with anger.

What's more, in order to save his life and not be burned by the fire, he was forced to call his father and grandfather, and he lost all face.

If this were to spread out, his reputation as a powerful generation among the dignified ghosts would be completely ruined.

Jiang Han glanced at him: "Shut up.

Don't you see we're working on a problem, be quiet."

Then he turned his head again, and continued to chat with him after fifty years of cultivating Taoism and finally being impoverished.

"Daoist, you see that your Wudang is so poor, don't you consider letting me invest in the exam?"

"I'll invest [-] million and take [-]% of the shares."

After fifty years of cultivating Taoism, I was finally impoverished: "..."

"Pin Dao suddenly remembered that today's apprentice hasn't fought yet, Pin Dao is gone, and we will talk when I have time."

Feng Li Gui was extremely angry.

, shouted: "Dare to ignore me! Courting death!"

He was wrapped in endless yin wind, dragged half of his body that had been scorched, and punched Jiang Han.

Jiang Han turned his head and stretched out a solitary finger, blocking the full-strength punch of the Peak Specter.

Silently.

Feng Ligui's full punch was not even able to shake his fingers slightly.

Under the eyes of the soul.

The information of this devil also jumped out.

Li Gui Zuo Front of the Ancient Tomb: A hundred years ago, a soldier of the feudal dynasty died for the burial of the general.

Currently injured by Dao Huo, he has not been able to exert his full strength.

Threat value: 80! Horror level: ++ The Specter of a hundred years ago.

This is the first time Jiang Han has encountered, so it is no wonder that there is such a terrifying rating.

Zuo Qian was also very surprised that the young man in front of him could take his own punch so easily.

"good."

He nodded proudly, "No wonder he can easily kill that kid just now."

"But your strength is still not enough!"

"Sword come!"

He shouted loudly.

In his hand, the black gas condensed into a pitch-black long knife.

"It's a knife."

Jiang Han reminded him at the right time.

Left front: "It's more energetic to shout the sword."

The voice fell.

The left front was already carrying the knife, and he slashed down towards Jiang Han with a fierce and unparalleled force.

The pitch-black long sword roared in the air, showing its extraordinary power.

Ding!! Jiang Han didn't hide or dodge, just let this be on his own.

The long knife suddenly collided with the faint golden bell armor on his body.

Jiuyang's infuriating energy began to fade.

One knife probably consumed 50 points of Jiuyang True Qi to defend.

"It's okay, it's a little stronger than that... Zhao Qiankun."

Jiang Han nodded.

The faint golden bell armor on his body flickered slightly.

The anti-shock force suddenly hit the left front.

Bang! The left front only felt a huge force coming from his hand, beat him with a groan, and took a few steps back.

"What kind of martial arts are you, you can sneak attack on me quietly!"

He gritted his teeth.

Jiang Han: "You may not believe it, but you hit yourself."

Zuo Qian was furious: "Are you a fool!"

In a fit of rage, he came up with the knife again and charged at Jiang Han: slashing wildly.

The ghost sword, which opened and closed, quickly changed strange angles in the air, and slashed down Jiang Han's body with its sharp power.

Ding Ding Ding Ding.

It was like reminding the students that it was time to take online classes, and the sound of hitting the armor kept making people's brains hurt.

About thirty cuts were made.

Zuo Qian, who had exhausted all his strength, finally couldn't stand it anymore, holding a knife and looking like he was drained and collapsed.

"finished"

Jiang Han patted his clothes, "Are you ready to get hit hard?"

""

Zuo Qian didn't understand Jiang Han's meaning at all. You are all in the same place and don't make a move. How can I be hit for a second.

He understood.

From the arm, a tyrannical force suddenly erupted one after another, hitting his body.

Then he flew.

The power of the shock from different angles makes him like a ball, madly hammering him in different directions in the air.

Bang bang bang bang! The golden bell hood recoiled for a full thirty times, and the left front of the impact on the spot was completely unbelievable, there was air in but not out.

His body, which had been hit hard by Dao Huo, could not withstand such a blow at all.

The front left was shaken, and the whole ghost lay on the ground, seeing only the last bit of blood left.