My Mobile Phone Connects To Another World

In the morning, Qin Hao woke up in the fragrance of peach blossoms and finished his luck. This time he abandoned the bomb and fought to the death with the killer. Although he killed the opponent in the end, he still won miserably.

The method of wielding the sword is his biggest trump card now. This move consumes too much on him. If his body is strengthened by the essence and some unknown changes occur, which makes him become more and more courageous, he may not be able to use it. A few times, his soul will be exhausted and he will die.

Although this time was miserable, the gains were also considerable.

The eleventh drop of essence and blood has been condensed to perfection, and it should not be long before it can be improved again. Qin Hao has an intuition that as long as one more drop is condensed, he should be able to completely perfect the fifth level.

"Qin Hao, are you awake?"

Yunling came to see him early in the morning. Qin Hao opened the door and saw a wooden bowl in her hand filled with thick medicinal paste.

This kind girl is still thinking about Qin Hao's failure to change the dressing yesterday.

"Ling'er, what are you doing?"

The old man's voice sounded, and his eyes looked at Qin Hao, as if looking at a thief who wanted to steal his treasure, full of vigilance.

Yunling pointed to the medicine paste in her hand and said:

"Change his dressing."

"Changing the dressing? This kid's body is as strong as a furnace with energy and blood, and his body is as strong as anything. He still needs to change the dressing? You can drain his blood and he can recover on his own."

The old man was angry.

Qin Hao hurriedly followed the old man's words and said:

"The old man is right, Ling'er, there's no need to change the dressing. I'm already cured. If you don't believe me, just look at it."

As he said that, he lifted up his sleeves. There were two scars on his arms that were deep enough to show the bones, but now, there are only two pink scars left. It is estimated that it will take a few days for them to fully recover as before. .

Yunling looked at Qin Hao's arm in confusion, wondering why Qin Hao's injury recovered slowly and quickly at one time and the other.

She didn't think much about it. After putting down the paste, she took Qin Hao's hand and said excitedly:

"By the way, Qin Hao, you haven't finished telling the story of the three white-bone spirits yesterday. Please tell me quickly."

Just when Qin Hao was about to say something, the old man coughed loudly at the side.

Yunling hurriedly walked over and asked:

"Grandpa, why are you coughing?"

The old man glanced at Qin Hao and said:

"Boy, follow me."

Yunling quickly stopped the old man and said:

"Grandpa, why are you still making things difficult for Qin Hao?"

The old man immediately changed his smile and said:

"Hey, be good, I'm just talking to him about something, I won't hit him, don't worry."

Yunling looked at the old man suspiciously. Qin Hao came over and said:

"Please, old man."

The old man did not let Yunling follow him, but took Qin Hao alone to the lake.

"Is your master okay?"

the old man suddenly asked.

Qin Hao was startled at first. It turned out that this old man and his master had known each other for a long time. No wonder his attitude improved a lot after he recognized his identity last night.

Qin Hao quickly replied:

"I haven't seen my master for a long time, but I think it should be good. Senior, do you know my master?"

The old man sighed:

"When I first met your master, he was younger than you are now. Oh, more than a hundred years have passed."

Qin Hao quickly bowed and saluted:

"It turns out that I am an old friend of my teacher, but the younger generation has neglected me."

The old man glanced at him and said calmly:

"Wu Yuan has never cared about these common etiquette. Why did he accept you as a disciple? He used to be a scholar?"

Qin Hao straightened up and said with a smile:

“If you have read more than a few years, you can’t be considered a scholar.”

"Your master is letting you out at this time. It must be because you have already achieved some success in swordsmanship. Let me give you a try, old man."

After saying that, the old man raised his hand and the sword box placed in the room came from the air and landed steadily in front of Qin Hao.

"Draw your sword."

said the old man.

Without saying a word, Qin Hao slapped the sword box with his palm, pulled out the Sword of the Benevolent - Zhan Lu, looked at the old man and said:

"Please give me some advice, senior."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure jumped over and landed between the two of them.

"Grandpa, you promised not to hit him, why are you doing this?"

It turned out to be Yunling. The silly girl thought her grandfather was going to beat Qin Hao again, so she hurried over to stop him.

The old man was originally in a good mood when he saw the heir of his old family, but now when he saw his precious granddaughter protecting Qin Hao like this again, his expression suddenly changed.

Qin Hao quickly explained:

"Ling'er, you have misunderstood senior. Senior wants to give me advice, not hit me."

Yunling glanced at the old man suspiciously, and this look really made the old man very angry.

"Speaking of Ling'er, I am your grandfather after all, but you doubt me because of this kid?"

Yunling raised her eyebrows and said with a smile:

"That's not because Qin Hao can't beat you, grandpa."

The old man calmed down a little.

"Okay, okay, you go ahead and fight. Since grandpa is here, he can be saved even if he's beaten to death."

After Yunling said these words, she ran to the side and sat down on a stone. She took out a handful of Chacha melon seeds also given to her by Qin Hao from a small cloth bag and started to eat them, as if watching the fun. look.

Qin Hao suddenly felt a chill on his back. He followed the chill and saw the cold smile on the old man's face.

"Senior...Senior, Ling'er is just talking. You...don't really fight to death."

"Hehe, if you don't have eyes for your fists and feet, then you can't say for sure."

After saying that, the old man disappeared in a flash and struck with a palm.

Qin Hao immediately raised his sword to meet him, and used a "sticking" technique to lead the old man's palm to slide away from him.

This move seemed random, but Qin Hao almost used all his strength. When the old man's palm hit a half-man-high stone behind Qin Hao, this stone may have not decayed for millions of years. The rocks suddenly shattered into pieces.

Qin Hao was startled and said quickly:

"Senior, are you serious?"

The old man chuckled and said:

"What? Are you scared?"

Qin Hao put away the shock on his face, slumped, and the deep and restrained Zhanlu Sword in his hand seemed to come to life.

"This sword is called Zhanlu. It is the sword of benevolence and righteousness. Please give me some advice, senior."

The wind blows, the sword is ready, and the falling peach blossoms seem to be pulled by an inexplicable force, flying around Qin Hao, like a fairy in the sky, aloof from the world.

Yunling even forgot to eat the melon seeds after seeing it. The old man's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but praise.

"Dacheng Sword Intent...is worthy of being his disciple."

When the power of the sword reached its peak, Qin Hao took a step forward, carrying the peach blossoms in the sky, and came towards him.

He obviously had no true energy, but the peach blossoms flying around him seemed to turn into a sharp little sword. With Qin Hao's sword, it turned into a pink streak and flew towards the old man.

The old man's beard was flying, and he stood with one palm in front of him, like an ancient sacred mountain. No matter how Qin Hao's peach blossom sword impacted, he still remained firm.

"Sword Intent takes shape, you are no longer inferior to your master back then."