The fourth brother looked deeply at Jiang Hao and sighed, "Little brother, I lost you don't get discouraged, do you remember a disciple named Zhou Kangshan, who was very much in order to rely on his father the elder of the mountain gate and his own spiritual qualifications actually came to the peak of the practice for half a year, and in half a month to the door, this person deliberately suppressed the cultivation in order to win the small half year, at this time or the peak."

Jiang Hao listened to the heart is quite tired, he has been practicing for a year, and the other party can reach his achievements today in only half a year.

However, Jiang Hao is a persistent person, otherwise he would not have been looked at by hundreds of ghosts, Jiang Hao thought about it and asked, "What is the rule of the four brothers this door school."

The four brothers flashed a hint of pride in their eyes, saying: "Five years in the door is a big one, a small ratio of ten years, small than the determination of the distribution of the door of the six peaks, we are less than the bottom of each time, in addition to the small win also has a personal rich reward, it is said that this small than the first can get the mountain access control permission to use, can practice in the forbidden land for a year."

Although Jiang Hao has been in the field for a year, he does not know much about the forbidden land in the mountain gate, and immediately asked: "Where is the forbidden land of the four brothers, what is the benefit."

The four brothers smiled and explained: "This forbidden land is called Huangquan Valley, there are many powerful ghosts in it, and there are selling soul bags in the door, and you can catch the ghosts for their own use."

Jiang Hao immediately remembered that when he first met the Hundred Ghost Daoists, it seemed that the Hundred Ghost Daoists had also used the ranks of the ghost soldiers.

Jiang Hao was very excited, and then went to the Hundred Ghost Daoists after the four brothers, and took over the boy who was told that the Hundred Ghost Dao had gone out to the mountain gate.

Jiang Hao returned, feeling that he had gone to see Zhou Fanghao, and did not see the first Zhou Fanghato wave or the peak of his practice for a year, and now he did not know how this person had been practicing.

Jiang Hao's eyebrows were picked, and he came to Wan Magic's peak to inquire about his disciple Zhou Xiangbo, and soon Jiang Hao came down to a hall in the boy.

Jiang Hao is a disciple of Wan Dequn, because it is a hundred ghost peaks, usually has no interaction with the animal peak, and many disciples have heard that there are hundreds of ghost peaks, and they are curious to see Jiang Hao.

A young woman followed a group of young men to Jiang Hao, looked up and down Jiang Hao again, said: "You are a disciple of the hundred ghost peak, it is not easy to wonder every time the small ratio in the door is at the bottom."

Jiang Hao was speechless for a while, and what did he do with Xiaobi a year ago, he said with his eyes: "The poor way is to find Zhou Dao friends who you are."

The woman looked at Jiang Hao with a playful look and said, "You actually come to Brother Zhou, and don't see what you cultivate, you know that Brother Zhou is called the stars of the younger generation, and Zhou Kangshan is called black and white, this time Brother Zhou Shutdown is ready to split a victory or defeat in the door and Zhou Kangshan."

The woman's face was full of pride, and the person he said was like himself.

Jiang Hao did not expect Zhou Fanxi wave to actually suppress his own cultivation, and obviously underestimated the importance of the small ratio of the door.

When the woman saw Jiang Hao did not speak, she thought he ran away and laughed, "I heard that the ghosts of the Hundred Ghost Peaks and a wheat are very powerful and like our mountain Shiling birds, so you may have over and me."

Jiang Hao saw the woman's provocation, at this time is related to his own mountain face, if not promised to be known by the Hundred Ghost Dao people, he must be counted.

Jiang Hao was about to open his mouth, and a familiar voice came from the far side of the hall, and said, "Nan Rongjin, you are fools, Jiang Hao friends are my guests, you must not make nonsense."

Nan Rongjin heard the sound of Zhou Xiangbo, and immediately flew past like a bird, saying, "Brother Zhou, I just fought this Daoist."

Zhou Xiangbo's eyes flashed a hint of love, this little sister is very pompous love, in the mountain in the middle of the brothers are very like him, Zhou Xiangbo with Nan Rongjin came to Jiang Hao in front of the head said: "Dao friends missing for a year, it is a year do not see eye-catching."

Nan Rongjin left her mouth, although Jiang Hao's peak of exercise was a little stronger than her later exercise.

Jiang Hao's face was changing, his eyes flashed a light, and he said, "The Tao friend has won the award, how can the next point be compared with Tao friends."

Zhou Xiangbo and Jiang Hao looked at each other, all laughing, the heart of each other as a strong enemy, Zhou Xiangbo said: "Doo friends should be careful Zhou Kangshan, this person's family is rich when the door is smaller than may have magic as a killer."

Nan Rongjin jumped out and smiled, "Brother Zhou also has magic treasures, don't be afraid of Zhou Kangshan."

Zhou Xiangbo fell in love and touched Nan Rongjin's head, and only loved and did not blame him for telling his killer to the straight-hearted sister.

Jiang Hao's heart is tired, but the face is an ancient well, so that Zhou Xiangbo a group of people can not see, and Zhou Xiangbo is talking about some small things compared to the above, so that Jiang Hao harvest a lot.

After Jiang Hao said goodbye, he flew toward a small market in the mountain gate.

This place is the mountain gate to let the disciples in the gate sell all kinds of things that have been obtained by the experience of the Dharma, which is also very lively.

Since Jiang Hao knows that both Zhou Xiabo, known as black and white, both have magic weapons, naturally they must prepare some cards.

Jiang Hao's black chaostomy also has the practice of ghost-cultivation and catching ghosts.

Jiang Hao, as a disciple of Bai ghost peak, naturally also needs to use ghosts, but the Hundred Ghost Daoists did not prepare for him, and now can't find a hundred ghosts, Jiang Hao calculated that the time is only half a month, he decided to come to the small market to buy a soul bag in order to buy a ghost soldier.

Jiang Hao returned to the cave, took out this magic weapon fragments, this rag only the size of a slap, there is a dark light on it.

Jiang Hao remembers that there is a method of refining hundreds of ghosts on the black practice, and now there is a magic piece that believes that the quality of the hundreds of ghosts produced will not be too bad.

A few days later, Jiang Hao went to the small market to buy some paving materials, and refined a hundred ghosts in the first two days of Xiaoby.

Jiang Hao's face was changing, holding hundreds of ghosts in his hand, and his eyes could not help flashing a surprise, this instrument exuded the same aura as the mountain and river fan, which was obviously a great tool.

Jiang Hao since the explosion of the mountain fan after the hand only King Kong clock can take the shot, as for the green sword is only a tool for travel, Jiang Hao has been missing an attack weapon.

Jiang Hao touched hundreds of ghosts, simply love, but this device is still missing some ghosts, compared to the ghosts of the soul bag, the hundred ghosts can contain and adda more ghosts, when the time to fight as long as the ghosts are released, dense and a ghost can be destroyed by the number of enemies.

The reason why Jiang Hao chose to refine the Hundred Ghosts is also to introduce this thing with black and real skills, and if the opponent's strength is too much higher than himself, he has the ability to challenge the next level.

Jiang Hao's ability to see hundreds of ghosts, after all, black and white both have magic weapons, if they use some ordinary magic tools, they are not the opponents of these two people.

Time flies fast, these days Jiang Hao is practicing the use of hundreds of ghosts to go to the door of the brother Dongfu to buy dozens of ghost soldiers.

Today, the magic is very lively, the reason is naturally because today is the mountain gate once every five years.

Jiang Hao and three brothers came to Wan Magic Peak together, and the ring of the competition was at the top of Wan Magic Peak.

The storage bag took out the lark, and the black choked the real work, and said, "The lark will give me up."

Suddenly a black cloud in the sky was overstretched, and the spirit cried.

Elder Zhou in the stands looked at it at once and saw that this was a famous device for the lark people, and he would fly down to help his son destroy Lin Fan.

The larkist stopped the elder Zhou in advance and said without laughing: "Where is Elder Zhou going, the elder is going, Xiaobi is not over yet."

Lin Fan's hand in the lark peak summoned a dense spirit soldier, all flocked to Zhou Kangshan.

Zhou Kangshan's face was changed, his legs trembled with fear, only to summon the colorful glazed pagoda, and the magic treasure was quickly gnawing at the light of the dense spirit soldiers.

Not long after Zhou Kangshan's face turned white to admit and lose, after all, the magic treasure's true gas consumption is too fast, and Lin Fan's lark can't help but consume Lin Fan's lark.

Jiang Hao smiled: "I really did not expect that you are such a person, but you can't fight to come, on this guy, but also dare to come to the ugly, I really don't know what you think."

And after Jiang Hao finished speaking, the sky was dark, like the silence before the dark storm came.

No, he was tight in his heart, feeling the surging power that came from all sides, and almost ran away!The thunder in the sky roared, and the white light appeared.

Under great pressure, Jiang Hao seemed to see several familiar shadows in the raging thunder.The memories of those shadows in the mind are all scattered.It was like a drop of ink in the water.

Like the tide, Jiang Hao's mind was instantly filled with various fragments.The bright, dim, bright, humid, all turned into a picture of fallen leaves, flying through his heart.

"That's it, I don't think I've had enough experience, I'll go!"

Jiang Hao was slightly ill, giving a gift to the raging thunder, and then turned to look at the people next to him at this moment.Whether it is to see him as a vendetta, or those who have been helping him, he is full of nostalgia.

"Death is but a process of seeing each other again, and goodbye is not parting, but another goodbye."Slowly waving his hand behind him, Jiang Hao suddenly had a dazzling light in front of him, and the light seemed to go straight to the sky.

He raised his legs gently, step in, and was sober and calm.

Jiang Hao had a headache, his eyebrows raised, a Kawako shape on his forehead, and he was thinking about a problem related to life.

About a minute ago, Jiang Hao's mind sounded a strange laugh of great evil, not male or female, Jiang Hao listened, the back of a cold, like in the Arctic.