Chapter 143

Next to Mr. Huo's wooden house, there is a piece of fertile land with a square of 100 meters. There is only one green and tall fruit tree planted on this land, just like the orange tree in the world. There are seven or eight children's fist-sized fruits growing on it, pink and tender, delicate and green.

Mr. Huo set up a small spirit gathering array on this land, making the aura here the strongest in Fenghe Valley.

After confirming that this is the soul fruit, Han Yu summoned Xiaojiao and entered the room for a secret talk. At this time, Mr. Huo is not around, which is a good time to pick the soul fruit.

Because Mr. Huo is a strong man with a keen sense of spirituality, Han Yu went to pick it by himself, fearing that the breath would be left behind, and Mr. Huo would sense it, and it would be bad to trouble him then. Now Xiaojiao has a very special relationship with Mr. Huo, and he must know that Xiaojiao will not say anything after picking it up.

Han Yu has no psychological burden at all for stealing Mr. Huo's soul fruit. Inexplicably, he asked Yu Feiyang to beat up Han Yu violently, and let Han Yu work here as a coolie. Han Yu hasn't settled the debt with him yet. Taking away the soul fruit is just a little interest in advance.

Xiaojiao fulfilled his mission, and quickly picked three soul fruits. Because they were not yet ripe, the little guy had no interest in them at all. He threw all three of them on the table, and then ran to the bed to sleep soundly.

Han Yu was so excited that his mouth was drooling. Although the soul fruit was not mature yet, the effect of the medicine was not optimal, but eating three of them was almost as good as one mature one, which would keep his soul from getting tired for a day, so he could rest assured Boldly engrave Qi Tianjia's pattern, and will not collapse due to excessive consumption of soul power.

"Crack!"

Han Yu didn't care about anything, he picked it up and took a bite. The astringent and sour feeling made his teeth feel crisp, but the spiritual power of this fruit is not weak, comparable to ordinary third-grade elixir.

Soon Han Yu swallowed the three soul fruits into his stomach, and worked his mind to promote digestion. A blue gas rushed into his head and entered the Niwan Palace, nourishing Han Yu's soul. Not long after, because the moment before The soul power consumed by making the first pattern was replenished.

"As expected of a precious medicine that nourishes the soul, this speed is fast enough!" Han Yu was full of energy, ready to continue carving Qi Tianjia's pattern.

"Boom..."

Suddenly, the door of Han Yu's room blasted open, and a powerful wave of air smashed the contents of Han Yu's room into pieces instantly. Han Yu was scraped and rolled over on the ground, and the little horn flew up directly, screaming .

At this time, outside the door, there was a not-too-tall figure wrapped in a white robe, but it was Mr. Huo.

Han Yu stood up in embarrassment, and suddenly felt like being caught as a thief. Xiaojiao yelled twice in dissatisfaction, jumped onto Han Yu's shoulder, and looked at Mr. Huo in fear.

"Dare to steal my soul fruit, die!" Mr. Huo's voice was icy cold, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"Shua!" Mr. Huo didn't say much, and when he moved, he turned into a series of afterimages and rushed towards Han Yu.

Han Yu screamed that it was not good, broke through the thatched hut and rushed out, rushing towards Fenghe Valley. Mr. Huo was wearing Qi Tianjia, his breath was covered, and it was impossible to see what cultivation level he was, but he could get mixed up. A person of his status is obviously not weak. Han Yu didn't have the confidence to compete with Mr. Huo, so the best choice was naturally to run away.

However, Han Yu still underestimated Mr. Huo's speed, and he overtook Han Yu after a few jumps, blocking Han Yu's way.

"Shua, Shua, Shua!"

Mr. Huo raised his hand and struck out with three palms. The speed was extremely fast, leaving only afterimages.

Although Mr. Huo's attack was very fierce, its power was about the same as that of a strong person in the third level of Lingwu. Of course, Han Yu doesn't think that Mr. Huo is just a practitioner of the third level of Lingwu. Perhaps in his eyes, this strength is enough to deal with Han Yu.

Han Yu didn't touch head-on, and dodged. Mr. Huo's three palms missed, and another three palms came. This time, his strike was even sharper, so that Han Yu couldn't 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 saw in disbelief that Mr. Huo snorted and stepped back seven steps before stopping.

In Mr. Huo's eyes, there was also a look of surprise. He did not expect that Han Yu's eighth level of Yuanwu would have such terrifying combat power.

"He can't really be in the third level of Lingwu, can he?"

Han Yu suddenly seemed to have discovered a new and strange continent, and a look of excitement flashed in his eyes. He rushed to Mr. Huo in a few steps, and directly displayed the Thunder Fantasy Palm.

Seven palms were sent together, the applause was like thunder, and there were many phantoms.

In the face of Han Yu's blow, Mr. Huo turned out to be mainly retreating, which further shows that he is only at the third level of Lingwu.

"Everyone is afraid that Mr. Huo, who even the suzerain wants to show face, is only at the third level of Lingwu!" Han Yu clicked his tongue. If he hadn't fought with Mr. Huo today, he would never have guessed that Mr. Huo would do it. so weak.

Mr. Huo became angry from embarrassment. After avoiding Han Yu's attack, his body shook, and a powerful aura erupted. It was not the third level of Lingwu.

"Mr. Huo, if you only have this level of strength, I advise you to stop, you are not my opponent." The corners of Han Yu's mouth curled up slightly, and his cultivation at the third level of Lingwu did not pose any threat to him.

"Hmph!" Mr. Huo snorted coldly, and slapped his palm again. The difference this time was that Mr. Huo's hands were covered with a thick layer of ice, and the cold air was overwhelming.

After Han Yu bumped against him a few times, his palms were numb from the cold. He didn't have the fourth-level 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. Now he remembered that when he met Mr. Huo for the first time, Tian Lao said that Mr. Huo's hair hadn't grown yet, and Han Yu didn't care about it at that time. After all, in the eyes of an old man like Tian Lao, many people are The boy who "hasn't even grown his hair yet"!

A few days ago, Tianlao reminded Han Yu that if he worships Mr. Huo as his teacher, he will regret it in the future, which is obviously what he said. If Han Yu really worships Mr. Huo as his teacher, one day he suddenly finds out that Mr. Huo is about the same age as him, he will vomit blood and die.

Mr. Huo's status as a Xiling Lishi is too dazzling, and Qi Tianjia blocked his aura, making him look unfathomable, so that he deceived tens of thousands of people in Liuyunzong.

Mr. Huo didn't answer, the attack became more terrifying, and the killing intent in his eyes became stronger and stronger. It seemed that Han Yu had seen through his identity and wanted to kill him to silence him.