Chapter 94 Teammates’ third level, demons’ fifth level, I’m in the atmosphere, an expert in playing with the dark! (8000 words)

Jiayuan City.

To the north of the inner city, there is a house that goes in and out.

This house was bought a few months ago. Everyone only knew that the owner of the house was named Lin, and they didn't know anything else.

"Ah! Weird servant! You dare to betray—!"

At this moment, a scream of shock and anger suddenly came from the originally quiet and elegant house, but the sound just came to an abrupt end.

Han Zhao stood in the middle of the bedroom, looking at the sixth young master of the Lin family who was blown by his three-yuan force in front of him, and slapped out with his left hand, and the pure Yang true energy was sent into his body.

Hesitate.

The sixth young master of the Lin family's body was like a spoonful of boiling oil, sizzling and bursts of white smoke rose, constantly preventing his body from recovering.

Puff!

At this time, Han Zhao took out the fragments of the Red Dragon Salute from the Sumeru bag and stabbed it into his lower body.

"Gudu~Gudu~!" The sound of drinking water and swallowing came from the Red Dragon Sphur.

"On the Lord, another piece of red dragon halberd is placed in his Sumeru bag." No. 9 said respectfully.

"Yeah." Han Zhao responded lightly, found the Sumeru bag from the corpse, and then opened it with true energy.

If you look inside the Dantian, you will see a rectangular storage space in front of you. However, compared with the last time the children of the aristocratic family, this storage space is only a little more than three cubic meters.

Swish!

Han Zhao took out another piece of red dragon halberd fragment from the inside. The two long halberds were almost the same from the appearance, but the one I just obtained was shorter, and the black and red gems on it were also smaller.

At this moment, he felt the two long halberds faintly expressing their desire, as if they were to return to a whole.

However, when he put two long halberds together, there was no other change except for the same time, redness and fever.

"Does it take to collect all the fragments?" Han Zhao thought to himself, threatening the new fragments in the same way, providing him with yin energy regularly, and then taking back both halberds and Sumeru bags.

Then he took out the silver notes from the Sumeru bag and counted them, only more than three thousand taels of silver.

What a poor guy!

‘The next thing is to deal with him.’ After checking the things in the Sumeru bag, Han Zhao looked at No. 9 next to him.

He is going to Divine Sword Villa now, but he is not going to take No. 9 with him.

The actual combat power of No. 9 is about the same as three breakthroughs in Qi and blood to practice strength, and is actually weaker than the level of practicing strength. However, he has the strength in his body, and it is generally difficult to kill him by practicing strength. What's more, he has such a powerful concealment ability. If Han Zhao does not enter the strength, it will be difficult to find him.

Although there are the Red Dragon Sphur Divine Soldier and his health-preserving true energy as double insurance, the existence of No. 9 is still a hidden danger.

There are other Lin family members. As long as the other party comes to the door, No. 9 will definitely turn against each other again.

If the distance is too far, he will not be able to activate the health-preserving true energy to kill the other party.

The same is probably true for the fragments of the Red Dragon Sphere.

"Master, if you go out, you can use the Red Dragon Sphere to suck me into it and release me out to serve if necessary." No. 9 quickly knelt on one knee, and he felt a hint of murderous intent from Han Zhao's eyes.

"Is this OK?" Han Zhao was stunned, and then took out the largest red dragon halberd fragment from the Sumeru bag and poured the true energy into it.

"Suck Nine in!"

Han Zhao issued an order to the fragments of the Red Dragon Sphere.

Buzz!

The long halberd in his hand trembled slightly, and quickly became red and hot. Then an invisible suction appeared out of thin air, sucking No. 9's body into it.

"This saves a lot of trouble."

If possible, he still thinks it is better to keep No. 9, after all, it is a good scout and can also be used as cannon fodder at critical moments.

"It's almost time, I have to leave."

Before leaving, Han Zhao moved all the valuable things in the house into the Sumeru bag.

He then left Jiayuan City.

That night, he returned to Black Stone City and stayed with Xu Lingwen for a night, and then left early the next morning.

Jade Feng City.

Wanbao Pavilion.

Two young waiters stood at the gate with their backs straight.

At this time, a tall and tall man in white clothes walked in. He wore a fox mask on his face and a sword hanging around his waist.

"This guest, don't know what you need?"

One of the young waiters came up and asked.

"My name is Song Que, I have an appointment with your supervisor." Han Zhao said lightly.

When he heard that he had an appointment with Fang Ling, the young waiter looked more respectful and hurriedly said, "This distinguished guest, please follow me to the private room for a while. I will go and invite Supervisor Fang now."

"Um."

Han Zhao nodded and followed him to the fourth floor wing.

After a while, Fang Ling rushed over.

"This person must be what Brother Ding calls Brother Song Que, so he has been waiting for you. The client started urging me a few days ago. I was worried whether you will arrive in time!"

Fang Ling smiled and said familiarly.

"I was entrusted by Brother Ding to come to the appointment." Han Zhao said lightly.

Fang Ling didn't care about his cold attitude, the key was his ability.

In recent months, Song Que's name "Sky Sword" has been known to everyone in nearby cities. He is a man who is as jealous as a hatred. Even though his strength is not the top martial artist, he is definitely not a despicable villain.

This time, it is very dangerous to go to Divine Sword Villa, and one more trustworthy person can be considered as one more insurance.

As for Fang Ling not going in person, it was because he could not take a gamble.

If Fang Zheng succeeds, everything will naturally be fine. But even if he fails, the Fang family will suffer a heavy blow. As long as he, a martial artist who has achieved great strength, is still here, the Fang family will still be the first family in Yufeng City, and there will be decades left to cultivate the next generation of geniuses in the future.

If he gets trapped in, the Fang family will have no future.

"Brother Song, I won't say much nonsense. When the client arrives, they will talk to you in person. Please stay in Yufeng City for two days first, and I will inform them to come."

Fang Ling explained.

"Thank you, then I'll say goodbye first." Han Zhao clasped her fists and bowed, then walked outside the box.

"The breath is completely different from Ding Xiu." Fang Ling looked at his departure back and looked pondering.

Two days later.

Han Zhao, who was waiting in the inn, waited for the notification from the Fang family.

When he arrived at the private room on the fourth floor of Wanbao Pavilion, many people had gathered inside.

"Brother Song, I'm waiting for you." Fang Ling stood near the door and greeted him with a smile.

Han Zhao nodded and looked at the eight people sitting on the table in the room.

The three sisters of the Lian family were listed. All three of them covered their faces with gauze. Lian Chengyu was wearing light green clothes, Lian Chengxue was wearing a white dress, while Lian Chengbing was wearing a dark blue clothes.

The two warriors on the left are all wearing black robes, one of whom is an old man in his fifties and sixties, with a national character and a gloomy face.

The other person looks in his early thirties and looks three or four points similar to Fang Ling, so he should be Fang Zheng.

There are three people on the right, two men and one woman, who all look in their early twenties. They look like rich people, and they don’t look like warriors at all.

Han Zhao felt the evil spirit from them, and it seemed that they were children of aristocratic families.

While he was looking at others, others were also looking at him.

The three sisters of the Lian family couldn't help but wonder when they looked at his familiar white clothes and body.

The old man in black robe had no expression on his face, but Fang Zheng had a smile on his face.

As for the three aristocratic families, they didn't take him, a warrior, seriously at all.

"I'll introduce it to you. This is the 'Tian Dao' Song Que and Brother Song." Fang Ling introduced to everyone.

"Song Hero!"

"Brother Song?!"

The two sisters Lian Chengyu and Lian Chengxue said in unison. Neither of them expected that Song Que did not take the initiative to look for them, but he still met them.

Lian Chengyu thought it was too coincidental, and Lian Chengxue only felt that fate was wonderful.

"Long time no see." Han Zhao nodded.

"What a Tiandao Song Que, so big aura, let's wait for so long!"

A child from a noble family suddenly said coldly, "They don't understand why the three sisters of the Lian family are cold to them, but instead are so enthusiastic about a mortal warrior. They really don't take them seriously."

They are all children of aristocratic families. If they weren't still in a period of blood decline, the three sisters of the Lian family would have been beautiful.
To be continued...