"Mr. Yang, every sentence that I, Mr. Sun, said is true, and there is no such thing as a false statement. I have never changed the method of practicing blood light escape at all." Sun Haoran saw Yang Lin's deep eyes staring at him, and Sun Haoran couldn't help but say bitterly when he saw this.

The practice of cultivation has been given to people, but people have questioned it. Is there any truth? It is also to save my life, otherwise how could this blood-light escape be practiced into his hands? People have to bow their heads under the roof! In this world, strength is the most important thing, and only when they are strong can they have a certain right to speak.

To be honest, Sun Haoran has never tried to practice the blood light escape method, because he doesn't need to do anything at all. No one can practice this blood light escape except him. If you want to use this blood light, in addition to knowing his way of practicing, you must also have the broad and willful tendons and veins, and the domineering magic tricks as the auxiliary, so that you can practice it. Yang Lin does not have the conditions for Sun Haoran at all. If you practice rashly, you will definitely explode and die. This is why Yang Lin would be so angry when he saw the practice of blood light escape. If Yang Lin practiced according to this method, he would definitely explode and die.

"Okay, I'll believe you for a moment. I'll go to the elders of the clan to verify it. If this technique is just as you said, if I can't practice it, then I will accept my fate. If I find that you have tampered with it in this cultivation technique, then don't blame me for turning against me." Yang Lin glanced at Sun Haoran's solemn expression, which was not as artificial as before, and he couldn't help but say.

As Yang Lin finished speaking, Yang Lin did not stay in the house for a long time. He glanced at Sun Haoran meaningfully, and then with Zhang Xingyuan and the others left. He looked like he wanted to find someone to verify the authenticity of the blood light escape cultivation technique copied by Sun Haoran.

Watching Yang Lin and Zhang Xingyuan leave, Sun Haoran did not stop in the hall and left, and walked towards the room. Sun Haoran wanted to take advantage of this time to refine the top-quality spiritual weapon Golden Dragon Sword.

"Bah, what are you? You dare to treat me like this. If you fall into my hands that day, I will return the humiliation I have suffered today ten times." When I returned to the wing room, Sun Haoran closed the door. When Sun Haoran thought of the conversation in the living room, he couldn't help but say angrily.

Through various signs, Zhang Xingyuan had no intention of accepting Sun Haoran as his disciple, and Yang Lin had a skeptical attitude towards the martial arts he had practiced. If he could not determine the authenticity of the blood light escape, then what was waiting for Sun Haoran would be the torture of searching the soul.

"Oh... I'm still not strong enough! If I were also a powerful person in the Nascent Soul Realm, I would be so angry at this moment!" Sun Haoran's fist was tightly pinched at this moment, and a helpless look flashed across his firm cheeks. He couldn't help but sigh and sat on the bed.

What Sun Haoran wants most now is to improve his strength. He still has the power to fight against the cultivators in the false alchemy realm, but he is a little powerless against the powerful men in the Golden Elixir stage. Now Sun Haoran can be said to be poor and has no advantageous magic weapon. Now he has a top-quality offensive spiritual weapon, Golden Dragon Sword, so he can quickly refine it and arm himself.

Sun Haoran sat cross-legged on the bed and took out the top-quality spiritual weapon Golden Dragon Sword. A drop of essence and blood was forced out from his body and dripped onto the Golden Dragon Sword in his hand.

The golden dragon sword absorbed Sun Haoran's essence and blood, and suddenly the golden light burst out. A phantom of an angry dragon with flashing golden light rushed out from the fine spiritual weapon Golden Dragon Sword, and appeared above Sun Haoran's head. A vast pressure filled the room. Sun Haoran's hands were connected, and the surging true energy in his body burst out and pounced on the confused anger dragon phantom. If he wanted to refine the golden dragon sword, only by subdue the spirit of the angry dragon weapon, Sun Haoran could command the golden dragon sword like an arm.

The surging true energy gushed out, and the phantom of the angry dragon suddenly couldn't help but glared at Sun Haoran, and then roared and waved his giant claws to pounce on Sun Haoran. The angry dragon weapon spirit still knew how to resist.

"You dare to be a bad animal!" Facing the phantom of the angry dragon that was rushing in, Sun Haoran angrily rebuked, waved his big hand, and his big fist hit the phantom of the angry dragon that was rushing in.

Sun Haoran swung his fists in a row, and instantly burst out hundreds of punches. He slammed the phantom of the angry dragon. His divine thoughts wrapped around an energy similar to blood mist and rushed towards the phantom of the angry dragon. This red energy blood mist was transformed by the essence and blood that Sun Haoran had forced out before. It was also because Sun Haoran's cultivation was really low. In the late stage of foundation building, the spirit of this top-grade spiritual weapon was forcibly sealed into the sword body. If he wanted to sacrifice and refine the golden dragon sword, he had to cast a soul mark in the soul of the angry dragon. Only then could he truly control the golden dragon sword and not be retaliated by the spirit of the weapon.

As for the higher level magic weapon, it is not like this. The magic weapon is a spirit born from the inside, which is more convenient to communicate and has a great power. Unlike this spiritual weapon that seals the souls of powerful monsters.

After a series of struggles, the true energy in Sun Haoran's body burst out. In addition, the soul of the angry dragon was controlled by the flying sword, and it was defeated step by step by step by step, and its soul power was severely exhausted. Finally, Sun Haoran made a soul mark in his soul with a wailing sound. The sacrifice and refining this top-grade spiritual weapon, the Golden Dragon Sword, was finally successful.

After the sacrifice and refining was successful, Sun Haoran made a move, and the spirit of the angry dragon, which seemed a little bleak, returned to the golden dragon sword in Sun Haoran's hand. With essence and blood as a guide, Sun Haoran opened his mouth and sucked it. The golden dragon sword immediately turned into a golden light and shot into Sun Haoran's mouth and entered Sun Haoran's body and began to warm it. Only this top-grade spiritual weapon can be collected into the body for warming. As the time of warming is longer, the greater its power.

After cleaning up the angry dragon weapon spirit, the true energy in Sun Haoran's body was almost exhausted and his divine consciousness was also severely exhausted. When Sun Haoran restored his state to his peak, it became dark. Yang Lin did not come to find Sun Haoran, and Sun Haoran was so happy that he began to practice alone in the wing room.

In a blink of an eye, three days passed quietly, and Sun Haoran had never appeared once he lived in Biluo Courtyard. He spent all day practicing. In addition to practicing, Sun Haoran also tried to break the restrictions in his body, but he returned without success every time. If he wanted to break the divine restrictions in his body, unless Sun Haoran's strength exceeded that of the performer, he would kill the performer, and then the restrictions in his body would be broken without attacking. However, to kill Zhang Xingyuan in the late stage of the Jindan stage, it was undoubtedly more difficult than climbing to the sky for Sun Haoran now.

"Young Master Sun is here? My young master is welcome." Early this morning, just dawn, and just as Sun Haoran woke up from his cultivation, the beautiful maid Yu Fei appeared outside the door of Sun Haoran's wing and shouted.

"I understand." Sun Haoran responded softly when he heard this, washed up briefly in the room, and then pushed the door out.

"Sun Haoran, come with me, my father wants to see you." As soon as Sun Haoran arrived in the hall, Yang Lin couldn't wait to say to Sun Haoran.

"Young Master Yang, I wonder what's wrong with my father looking for?" Seeing Yang Lin's anxious look, Sun Haoran immediately asked tentatively.

"Good news! This is a discussion about your worship of Elder Zhang as your teacher! And also ask some questions about your practice of blood light escape." Yang Lin couldn't help but smile and explained with a smile when he saw Sun Haoran's face.

"Well! Then I'll be there for Mr. Yang to lead the way." Sun Haoran couldn't help but bow to Yang Lin politely. Sun Haoran muttered in his heart: "Yang Lin's father Yang Dingtian is the contemporary head of the Yang family. His strength is as high as the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. What did he do with him? It's probably fake to discuss the appointment of Zhang Xingyuan as his master. He asked whether the blood light he had practiced was real. I don't know what the result would be if he went there."
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