"Those three are not worth worrying about; killing them won't be difficult. But this one surnamed Liu, his cultivation has reached the ninth level of Qi Condensation, and he's not lacking in magical treasures. Earlier, he fought quickly and decisively, but he didn't use any magical techniques. So, if I get entangled with him, I won't be able to defeat him." Meng Hao pondered for a moment, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips. He concluded that even though Senior Brother Liu was at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, he wouldn't have more elixirs than him. Prolonging the fight would be enough to exhaust his opponent to the point of collapse.
Meng Hao made up his mind, patted his storage bag, and took out three Earth Spirit Pills, swallowing them with a pang of regret.
"Wasting eight replicated feathers, and now I have to waste elixirs. Every time I fight, it's like this. If this continues, I'll only get poorer with each battle. Also, I was in a hurry earlier and didn't have time to take Yan Ziguo's storage bag. I need to pay more attention to this in the future." Meng Hao felt a little frustrated. At this moment, the Earth Spirit Pills dissolved, and the spiritual energy in his body rapidly replenished, increasing his speed.
Time slowly passed, and in a blink of an eye, it was dusk. Meng Hao flew swiftly and continuously along this path, sometimes sliding on his treasure fan, sometimes flying quickly across the ground. Behind him, Senior Brother Liu kept sneering. His cultivation at the ninth level of Qi Condensation was considerably deeper than Meng Hao's. Although the flying sword beneath his feet was not as fast as Meng Hao's treasure fan, he remained as confident as ever.
The three Feng Han Sect disciples behind him were now left far behind, constantly groaning in misery. These three did not dare to stop, fearing that if they left, they would displease Senior Brother Liu.
As dusk fell, Meng Hao, who was flying rapidly, suddenly focused his gaze. The purple qi on his body swayed and blew into the distance. Meng Hao's heart stirred, and he looked in that direction. He saw a rainbow roaring there, and on the ground, more than ten figures were rushing towards it.
Within the rainbow were two young men, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, both at the eighth level of Qi Condensation, stepping on a verdant bamboo flute about half a zhang long. The eyes of these two were like lightning, especially the one in the red robe, whose diffused cultivation was only a hair's breadth away from reaching the ninth level of Qi Condensation.
On the ground were more than ten people, one of whom was Sun Hua. In his hand, he held a pearl, and waves of purple qi were being absorbed by it.
"Meng Hao, you are indeed still in the Zhao State!"
Sun Hua caught sight of Meng Hao and immediately burst into laughter, his eyes revealing a greedy glint.
"Senior Brother Zhou, Senior Brother Xu, this person is Meng Hao. He possesses the ultimate treasure of Old Ancestor Kao Shan, a treasure that once drew the attention of the Zi Yun Sect. This person is cunning and has offended the Zi Yun Sect, but fortunately, that ultimate treasure has not yet been exchanged!" Sun Hua spoke quickly, his heart pounding. He knew exactly what magical treasures Meng Hao possessed. That time, after witnessing that scene, even in his dreams, he desperately yearned to obtain it.
Fortunately, a few days ago, he met Junior Sister Han of the Feng Han Sect. When the two were intimate, she accidentally let slip some information. After continuous coaxing, he finally managed to extract Meng Hao's whereabouts. Thus, he quickly sought out his senior brothers in the sect and used the pearl that absorbed purple qi to track down Meng Hao's whereabouts.
As soon as these people appeared, in a flash, they immediately saw Senior Brother Liu behind Meng Hao, amidst the rolling thunder and wind, his face filled with killing intent, his expression changing.
Sun Hua's eyes flashed. In mid-air, Zhou and Xu snorted coldly, intending to block Meng Hao. At the same time, they chanted a spell, and immediately, the flute beneath their feet emitted a mournful sound. This sound created a gloomy sensation, but in an instant, a mist spread out. This mist swirled and transformed into a large hand, grabbing directly at Meng Hao.
"Get lost!" Meng Hao's eyes gleamed as he shouted softly. He swung his right hand forward, and immediately, a Fire Serpent about eight or nine zhang long appeared, carrying scorching flames directly towards the large hand.
Immediately after, Meng Hao swung his right hand, and two wooden swords flew out, carrying flashes of lightning to become the fangs of the Fire Serpent, shooting forth in an instant.
A rumbling explosion echoed. The misty hand, after all, was a combined effort by two eighth-level Qi Condensation disciples of the Qu Shui Sect. Meng Hao's solo strength was no match, which was why he took out these two swords from his storage bag. Aside from the bronze mirror, these were the most mysterious wooden swords.
These two wooden swords were what Wang Tengfei had desperately wanted back then. Now, after flying out from Meng Hao's hands, they exploded there. The two swords directly pierced through the large misty hand, instantly rushing towards the two Qu Shui Sect disciples.
The sword qi was not particularly sharp, but in an instant, it caused the surrounding spiritual energy to become chaotic, as if it wanted to surge. This move caused the expressions of the two Qu Shui Sect disciples to change drastically. Without hesitation, they turned to dodge. Meng Hao snorted, not pursuing further. The fan beneath his feet surged forward, and while the two were dodging, he instantly sped away.
The two wooden swords returned and were retrieved by Meng Hao. He did not look back, and his speed was even faster.
Behind him, Senior Brother Liu's eyes narrowed, and the greed in his eyes grew more intense.
"This Meng fellow has so many magical treasures. The wooden swords are extremely profound, but the more so, the more it highlights that the silver spear valued by the Zi Yun Sect is indeed an extraordinary treasure! But why hasn't he used the silver spear yet?"
Senior Brother Liu's eyes flickered, and he continued to give chase. However, just like Meng Hao, he could not fly for long and needed to use the terrain's undulations to glide.
The expressions of the three Qu Shui Sect disciples, including Sun Hua, were grim. Especially Zhou and Xu, whose expressions were even darker. At this moment, they snorted coldly and instantly gave chase. Sun Hua also gritted his teeth and followed closely. In mid-air, Zhou and Xu roared, transforming into rainbows. They maintained a certain distance from Senior Brother Liu of the Feng Han Sect, but they shared the same goal of pursuing Meng Hao.
Meng Hao's expression was somewhat grim. Senior Brother Liu and his group from the Feng Han Sect had not given up, and now Sun Hua's group had appeared. Two groups of cultivators pursuing him together made Meng Hao frown.
"I lack spirit stones. If I had enough spirit stones to replicate enough Heaven Spirit Pills, I could break through to the ninth level of Qi Condensation. If I reached the ninth level of Qi Condensation, these people would definitely not dare to continue chasing." Meng Hao's eyes showed contemplation.
"Do I really have to sell some magical treasures?" Meng Hao thought about using the bronze mirror's profoundness to replicate magical treasures and sell them, but Zhao State was too small, with only a few sects. Once he sold magical treasures, if he later took out similar ones, it would inevitably arouse suspicion.
As Meng Hao pondered, his eyes suddenly gleamed. With a look of determination, he descended to the ground and ran swiftly. Not long after, having consumed several Earth Spirit Pills to maintain a surplus of spiritual power in his body, he once again stepped onto his treasure fan and flew into the distance. Unfortunately, although there were many desolate mountains in the vicinity, there were not many demonic beasts. Even if there were, they were all extremely weak, making it difficult for Meng Hao to use his previous method to obstruct his pursuers.