Douluo: At the beginning of the ten births, the spirit was given to marry Qian Renxue

Chapter 153 Guys Please Use Slowly

With a grunt, Zhang Hao drank a cup of sour plum juice.

A strong breath of life filled every corner of his body.

The broken limb was reborn, and the thunderbolt was restored in an instant.

"I want more!" Zhang Hao looked at the middle-aged man in white in surprise.

"No problem, but don't be full, the hard dishes haven't come up yet!" The middle-aged man in white smiled, and handed the star anise grass to Zhang Hao.

But when it stopped, it turned into a jug filled with sour plum juice.

At this time, Zhang Hao was a little weird.

Bath in the thunder liquid, and drink plum juice, and from time to time there are waves hitting you to enjoy the waves.

boom!
The avenue chains are going crazy, hundreds of millions of avenue chains descended from the sky.

It seems to tear everything apart and break hope.

At this moment, the world has changed!
I saw that the entire sky turned into black and white. In the endless sky, there was a black and white curtain, and black and white dots flickered on the curtain. The road chains emerged from the black and white dots.

But at this moment, a huge black and white Taiji diagram condensed, followed by a road chain tens of meters thick emerging from the Taiji diagram.

He rushed down directly from the black and white screen, heading straight for the middle-aged man in white.

In this scene, even the middle-aged man in white couldn't calm down, but he still smiled like a spring breeze: "It seems that we have to speed up, the pot is almost preheated."

And just as he spoke, a long sword rushed up from the back of the middle-aged man in white, and rushed towards the thick road chain that descended from the sky.

Block the avenue chain.

And the middle-aged man in white was calmly pinching the bloody swan kiss, and when it appeared in the pot, it turned into oil.

"Add the garlic first, then stir-fry the pork belly slices!"

The middle-aged man in white smiled calmly, and started frying on the spot with a frying pan.

Boom boom boom...

Hundreds of black and white Taiji diagrams flew across the sky, and thick chains rolled down one after another.

But the middle-aged man in white still didn't care, as many long swords rose into the air as many road chains came down, blocking the road chains.

But no matter how difficult it is.

The black and white curtain in the sky seems to be going away infinitely, but this is not because he is afraid to leave, but because he has invited the real Sea of ​​Three Thousand Realms.

It was a world of black and white.

It looks like a big curtain, but it actually has endless space.

At this time, the sound of chains rattling sounded in this black and white world.

There is a chain emerging from the world of black and white.

It just popped out, and didn't see it coming down.

But on the body of the dreamy middle-aged man in white clothes, a chain only as thick as a finger appeared, spreading rapidly towards his body.

This is thought-provoking.

The world-shattering thunder calamity did not appear, but it appeared after the middle-aged man in white aroused the mystery.

"Add some salt!"

The middle-aged man in white was indifferent, pinching Wang Chuan Qiushui casually, and when pinched, salt was sprinkled into the frying pan.

At this time, the pan is full of fireworks.

It can even be seen that, under the pan, there is burnt black.

This is a Martial Soul, but there has been such a change.

Here are the burnt marks.

You must know that the frying pan can even withstand the terrifying power of the Seven-Colored Sky Cracking Strike, but it was scorched at this time.

The middle-aged man in white clothes became a great chef, shaking the pan with one hand, the dishes inside were shaken, and there were splashes of oil, but the aroma had already spread out.

The tiny chains were still spreading on the middle-aged man in white clothes, and his body movements could be seen becoming more and more stiff, but at this moment, the stir-fried pork was ready.

"Okay, out of the pot!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man in white broke off a chaotic thunder green lotus petal, and then poured the fried pork on it.

He looked carefully again, found two chopsticks on the chaotic thunder green lotus, and handed them to Zhang Hao.

"Boy, please use it slowly!"

Zhang Hao's eyes stared straight, what is it all about.

This person specially cooks for him.

However, with the sour plum juice before, he can be sure that this thing is a pot of medicine, many times more terrifying than sour plum juice.

The middle-aged man in white clothes was chained to his body calmly, and then he handed the frying pan to Zhang Hao and said with a smile, "It's a very good frying pan. If I have a chance in the future, I will fry it again."

"Who are you?" Zhang Hao asked the same sentence, recalling the pan at the same time.

But at the moment of recall.

His soul body was burned hot, almost breaking the control of all martial souls.

The root of the martial spirit is the soul body, not the physical body.

clap la la...

The frying pan fell into the Thunder Tribulation Liquid, and the terrifying temperature directly evaporated the Thunder Tribulation Liquid.

"Ah!"

This seemed to be the last chuckle of the middle-aged man in white, "You ruined my back garden, and you still don't know who I am?"

Zhang Hao's eyeballs were about to pop out, Xiao Shijie, the real master of Qitian Dojo, Qitian.

Just about to blurt out, the middle-aged man in white hissed: "Don't call me by my real name here, it will cause disaster, it's not the time yet."

"Boy, see you in the future!"

Immediately afterwards, it ended with the calm voice of the middle-aged man in white.

The dreamlike figure was completely locked by the chains of the avenue, as if being imprisoned and heading towards the black and white curtain.

And with the disappearance of the middle-aged man in white, the black and white curtain above the sky gradually disappeared, and the world returned to its original appearance.

The battle was still going on, the thunderbolt rose into the sky, and the place went berserk again.

Zhang Hao looked at the sky suspiciously, and finally withdrew his gaze.

The boss appeared just to cook a pot of food for him, which was a bit unbelievable. Looking at the little fried meat in front of him, he murmured, "Whatever!"

The catastrophe is no longer under his control, eating, what a big deal.

Zhang Hao quickly ate the fried pork.

I have to say that the meat is really meat, and there is nothing wrong with it being fried pork.

Can be its effect.

But it is terrifying.

After taking just one bite, he felt the energy in his whole body sinking.

What kind of injury, what kind of thunder destruction, can't cause any harm to him in the midst of destruction.

Not indestructible.

Rather, the life energy is so strong that any scar can be instantly recovered.

This is a peerless medicine, but presented in an alternative way.

Can make him wonder.

The middle-aged man in white should be a big shot in the Three Thousand Worlds. With the means he showed, it would take seconds to kill him.

But here, such a big pot of medicine was fried out for him to use.

Very puzzling.

Don't think about it if you can't figure it out, Zhang Hao quickly ate up the fried meat on the lotus petals.

The exuberant vitality envelops him.

with a snap.

It seemed that at this moment, he pierced something again.

A momentary illusion, as if his life is being infinitely stretched, there is an illusion of immortality.

This is not an illusion.

Because the vision between heaven and earth has once again undergone a terrifying change.

A river with hundreds of millions of drops of water appeared and rolled out of thin air, without any interference with the chains of the road, ripples, and soul fire, and poured on Zhang Hao's body.

But this is not helping him.

Rather!

Extract drops of life essence from his body, that is life essence, how long a person's life span is, this thing has the final say.

(End of this chapter)