Chapter 88 Looking

  Feng Yan took a few deep breaths, walked forward, and stored the demon beast's corpse in his ring.

  "Mid-tier martial skill?" Qin Hao asked Fang Ping sideways: "I didn't get the rank of this martial skill wrong, did I?"

  "That's right." Feng Ping nodded and said: "You can see very clearly. This set of martial arts also cost me a lot, exchanged from a disciple of the Wind Spirit Sect."

  Qin Hao was speechless. He finally knew why Ping Hui dressed so plainly, to the point of being shabby. It turned out that this guy had sold all his assets and invested everything in his son?

  Feng Yan continued to move forward, while Feng Ping and Qin Hao followed behind him, whispering to each other.

  As the three of them went deeper, the number of demonic beasts around them also increased. At first, they would encounter at most one or two ferocious demonic beasts for every ten zhang they traveled, but later on, four or five would appear simultaneously. Now, they no longer needed to advance forward.

  Qin Hao and Feng Ping sat under a tree, chatting idly, watching Feng Yan hunt and kill all around.

  If he encountered a first-class high-level or a first-class peak demon beast, Feng Ping would directly take action to kill it. After Feng Ping used one move of his Xuan Qi external release, isolating the air and pointing his energy to destroy a first-class peak demon beast, Qin Hao knew his cultivation: Ling Xuan First Layer.

  As for Qin Hao, he didn't even have a chance to make a move. He wasn't angry either, after all, coming to the Wan Shou Valley was also a good experience.

  At this location, there were quite a few martial artists scattered about, in groups of three or four, and everywhere you looked, you could see people teaming up to hunt and kill demonic beasts. Many people saw that Feng Yan was just a half-grown child hunting alone, and they would sit under the trees far away, watching him with envy, thinking of going over to rob him of his spoils, especially since he only had two companions who didn't seem very strong, one being an unimpressive-looking man and the other a young boy.

  It wasn't until Qin Hao took out a seal and tossed it around in his hand that those who had previously thought of making a move retreated with a sullen expression. The Hunting Alliance's seal, who couldn't recognize it?

  Throughout the process, Qin Hao's gaze also kept falling on this young boy. This Feng Yan, his innate talent was indeed not bad, eleven or twelve years old, already at the sixth level of Condensing Mysteries, and yet he had grasped a mid-grade martial skill of the same rank.

  However, some of the shortcomings on his body also made Qin Hao frown. What was even more strange was that every time this kid fought against the demon beast, he never retreated, and instead charged forward with his sword.

  After killing seventeen or eighteen of these demonic beasts, Feng Yan's entire person seemed to have lost strength, his face filled with an abnormal flush.

  "Ding!"

  Feng Yan once again used his sword to strongly block a mid-level Longhorn Beast, and with one slash, he split it in half. After that, he finally couldn't support himself and knelt on the ground, propping himself up with both hands, panting heavily.

  Just as Feng Ping was about to say something to Qin Hao, a cyan light suddenly flashed across the sky like a sharp sword, bringing with it a whistling wind that shot straight at Feng Yan on the ground. The speed was unimaginable.

  "Yan Er." Feng Ping turned his head back, his face greatly changed. The speed of the flowing light was as fast as a fully drawn bowstring, shooting out an arrow with full force. At this distance, it was really impossible to stop.

  Feng Yan lifted his head and saw a cyan light shooting towards him at high speed. His eyes were filled with an uncontrollable shock. After all, he was just an eleven or twelve-year-old child, and it was normal for him to be scared in such a situation.

  The warriors surrounding Feng Yan were also somewhat far away, and even if they wanted to rush over, they couldn't. However, even if the distance was suitable, they should not have made a move. Because at this moment, a group of people's faces all had vicious smiles on them, seemingly taking pleasure in the misfortune that was about to befall the young man.

  Bang!

  Feng Ping suddenly heard a loud explosion, as if the mysterious energy was concentrated, and then a white shadow flashed in front of him, bringing a strong gust of wind that made his face sting and his eyes close involuntarily. Others also saw that the white figure was like a mad wind, its speed was much faster than the cyan light.

  When Feng Ping reopened his eyes, he saw that Feng Yan was being held in someone's arms, sitting on their arm. The cyan light was grasped in the person's hand, jumping continuously.

  Overjoyed in his heart, he leapt up and almost rushed over with a roll and tumble, without any dignity at all.

  "Thank you, Tian Lang, thank you." Feng Ping carried Feng Yan over and carefully examined his body. Only when he found that he was unharmed did he put him down.

  The shock in his heart gradually passed, and at this time, Feng Ping suddenly came to himself, extremely surprised: "Tian Lang, how can your movement be so fast?"

  Just now he and Qin Hao rushed out of the hunting alliance together, but throughout the process, Qin Hao did not truly display his skills. In Feng Ping's impression, this young man in front of him who had never made a move should have some strength, otherwise he would not be able to register in the hunting alliance.

  However, after all, he is just a young man, and his strength should be fine at most. It can't be said to be strong.

  He didn't think that this person would be so powerful, the movement just now completely exceeded his imagination. If Qin Hao had used this movement in the city earlier, he wouldn't have been able to catch up with him at all.

  Qin Hao smiled and didn't answer. He simply raised the flowing light in his right hand to his chest. At this, Feng Ping finally saw its appearance clearly. The flowing light was actually a demon beast with a dark aura on its surface.

  The monster resembles an ordinary snake in appearance, but there is a pair of fleshy wings on its back, and the entire body surface is covered with a thick layer of scales.

  "A First-Order Peak Demon Beast - Wind Snake." Feng Ping exclaimed in surprise.

  "Hmm. Indeed, it's a first-class peak demon beast, and it should be about to break through to the second class soon. Otherwise, when it shot over just now, its body surface wouldn't have been covered with that layer of cyan light. No wonder this demon beast is so fast."

  Qin Hao's eyes scanned the surroundings, and suddenly a cold laugh escaped his lips. The smiles on the faces of that group of people earlier, he had seen clearly. His internal energy circulated, and a surge of mysterious energy burst forth from his palms, transforming into a shockwave that poured into the Wind Snake's body.

  Previously still spitting out a venomous, extremely ferocious wind snake, suddenly let out a shrill, ear-piercing screech. Qin Hao opened it up, and the wind snake instantly fell to the ground, limp and soft, looking like the blood and flesh under its skin had been shaken into mush.

  The warriors around them changed their faces and retreated one after another. They really didn't expect that this seemingly weak young man could instantly kill one of the strongest species among the first-class peak demon beasts.

  Qin Hao furrowed his brow and stopped paying attention to the group of people. He squatted down, facing Feng Yan, "Give me the Meteorite Sword."

  Feng Yan hugged the sword, hesitating and indecisive, his small face almost scrunched up like a bitter melon. The person in front of him had just saved him, but now wanted to take away his most precious meteorite sword - should he give it or not?

  Qin Hao saw through his concerns and said with a hint of amusement: "Just lend it to me for now. I won't snatch it from you."

  Upon hearing this, Feng Yan's small face finally relaxed, and although there was still some lingering fear on his face from being startled by the wind snake, he revealed a happy smile and handed it over, saying: "I'll borrow it for now, I'll return it to you later."

  Qin Hao took the long sword and weighed it in his hand, then grasped it with his right hand and walked towards a towering tree. On a thick branch of the tree hung something resembling a beehive.

  "Tian brothers, what are you going to do?" Feng Ping's face changed greatly, and he picked up Feng Yan, retreating repeatedly.

  The rest of the martial artists were also extremely shocked and quickly retreated in the direction far away from Qin Hao, each one flying fast for nearly ten zhang. They avoided him as if they feared it was not enough.

  "That kid's crazy, actually wanting to provoke those things?"

  "If others want to court death, what business is it of yours? Being dissatisfied with a long life is their own affair."

  "I'm afraid that guy will die and drag us down with him, damn it."

  …………

  When a group of people retreated in a hurry, they were still shouting and scolding with their mouths, but the sound of this shout was extremely small, and it was almost the same as muttering to themselves.

  Qin Hao grasped the sword, weighing it in his hand, feeling a bit unfamiliar. He couldn't help but smile wryly to himself, having played with his fists for many years, now picking up a sword again, he truly felt a bit awkward.

  He wielded his sword, and with one slash, the beehive-like object split in two. Countless golden lights burst out from inside, dispersing around Qin Hao.

  Rui Jin Feng, a high-level demon beast, its body as hard as gold and iron, extremely fast. Although this demon beast is only one level higher, when facing it, the opponent will never be alone, but in groups. Even ordinary second-level low-to-medium demon beasts, surrounded by this demon beast, often can't last long before turning into a pile of dry bones. The sheer number, physical strength, and ferocity of attacks are enough to make many warriors wary of it.

  "Flame Seal, take a good look."

  Qin Hao suddenly burst out laughing, his entire body covered in a layer of fiery red aura. The surface of the fallen iron sword was also shrouded in a layer of fiery red color. The edge of the sword was even more radiant, like the glow of dawn.

  At this moment, Qin Hao's entire demeanor was overwhelmingly majestic. When he raised that sword, his whole being seemed to merge with the blade. Sharp as a sword, towering like a mountain.

  "He has released his Xuan Qi, he is a martial artist of the Ling Xuan realm." Feng Ping muttered to himself, with an incredulous expression on his face.

  "Ling Xuan boundary? Father, is his strength similar to yours?" Feng Yan asked curiously from the crook of his arm.

  "Maybe." Feng Ping responded in a dull tone, but soon added: "Should be... much stronger than me, I suppose."

  His face was filled with incredulity, he hastily turned his head around, his eyes wide open, staring intently at Qin Hao: "Then I must take a good look."

  Golden light flashed, thousands of golden lights, like a torrential rain pouring down, filling the sky and fields. Qin Hao, standing in the midst of the golden light, was like a traveler exposed to the raging wind and rain, seemingly with nowhere to hide.

  Qin Hao's sword sliced through the void, and then pulled out one after another sword shadow in the air.

  "Wind Whispers Nine Swords."

  A loud shout, Qin Hao's long sword danced faster in his hand, as if it had transformed into a crimson sword net.

  Ding! Ding! Ding!...

  The sound of gold and iron colliding echoed non-stop. Every time Qin Hao swung his sword, nearly a hundred golden sharp blades were cut in two on the ground. The red light on the long sword grew more intense, until it became so dazzling that it made people's eyes ache.

  "This is the martial skill I used just now." Feng Yan's eyes widened in incredulity.

  "Not right." Feng Ping noticed the difference. Just now, Feng Yan's sword technique was beautiful when danced out, but each sword had the same power, whereas Qin Hao's sword technique had increasing momentum with each sword, the power rising step by step, one sword after another.

  Eight swords shot out, and the golden light dissipated by more than half. At this moment, Qin Hao's true energy erupted again, his long sword swirling in his hand, and the last sword swept out horizontally. Swept out of his hand. The red light was dazzling, and the momentum of the eight stacked swords suddenly burst out, with a momentum that was hard to imagine.

  …………

  Sword withdrawn, the mysterious energy converged, and under Qin Hao's feet, golden lights twinkled, as thousands of golden sharp bees fell to the ground...

  As for all the people around who were watching, their mouths were wide open enough to fit a large pear in, and their eyeballs seemed about to pop out.