Yang Zhao looked at the opponent's slowly fading figure and controlled himself not to pounce and bite the opponent.
Even if it was just an idea without actual action, it still made her feel deeply scared.
I was wondering: Why does she want to eat people again?
Yang Zhao used the dragon gun to hit the wall several times to vent the unknown fire in his heart. When the emotions in her heart slowly calmed down, she continued to move forward.
Although the next few people she met were not as annoying as the last one, the hunger in Yang Zhao's soul was churning repeatedly, like ocean waves, surging through her body one after another, trying to drown her.
She could only bite her tongue hard and use the pain to regain her sense.
This made her understand that this matter could not be delayed any longer.
In the following time, Yang Zhao was running forward, like a rampaging wild boar. When he met someone, he would run into him and attack with all his strength, hoping to end the fight as soon as possible.
Otherwise, she was afraid that she would not be safe in the late festival, and couldn't help but want to taste the taste of human souls.
"I'm still too kind and always think about them."
Yang Zhao was thinking wildly and wanted to divert his attention away from always caring about whether people taste good or not.
"Please note that if you go twenty steps forward, you will meet someone competing in martial arts. Based on the comparison of the two sides' cultivation levels, please reduce your strength by half. If you defeat the opponent, you will win."
She was a little surprised when she heard this. This was definitely the lightest restriction on her. It seemed that there was not much difference in strength between her and the new person.
Suddenly she found that she met an acquaintance - Zong Yan, and she met Zong Yan.
"Fellow Taoist Zong, I didn't expect that the two of us would run into each other."
Zong Yan smiled when he heard this: "I didn't expect the seniors outside to think that you are better than me. I trust this senior very much, but I am just curious, how can you make such great progress in such a short period of time?"
Yang Zhao pursed his lips and said lightly: "Build the foundation in a hundred days."
A trace of surprise flashed in Zong Yan's eyes, "A hundred days to build the foundation? It is said that this is very painful, and people with weak minds will be changed by it and become afraid of cultivation."
Yang Zhao pressed her cheek. Of course she was also afraid, but her desire to become stronger was too strong, otherwise she would always feel precarious.
"My elders from my school helped me choose this. I felt that I was progressing very quickly, so I stuck to it."
At this moment, admiration appeared on Zong Yan's face.
"Anyway, if you can endure it from beginning to end, it's great. Come and let's try our skills."
The two moved forward and were fighting.
Facts have proved that without the help of Jiaolong Soul, although Yang Zhao was much stronger than Zong Yan, he relied on his rich fighting experience to almost overwhelm Yang Zhao with his powerful fighting skills.
Yang Zhao didn't dare to let the dragon come out to help her. She always had some hunch in her heart that if the dragon's soul appeared in this place of clan souls, it would bring huge risks to it.
After cultivating, she experienced so many things, and she paid more and more attention to her intuition.
And her intuition is usually very accurate, which makes it impossible to refute it.
But Yang Zhao then thought about it, no matter what, if the dragon gun was in danger and the injury was incurable, could she eat the dragon's soul?
Of course, she only dared to think about this in her mind to amuse herself and others.
As the fight between the two became more and more intense, Yang Zhao's strength continued, but Zong Yan was struggling.
Lifting a thousand pounds with four ounces also requires effort. Unfortunately, it is obvious that Zong Yan cannot compare to Yang Zhao in terms of endurance and strength.
Of course, Yang Zhao slowly began to gain the upper hand, chasing Zong Yan with a spear and hiding in all directions, without the glory of suppressing Yang Zhao just now.
In the end, Yang Zhao swept the tail of his gun onto Zong Yan's chest, and then his body slowly faded and then disappeared.
She actually won, over the unattainable young man three months ago. He felt that the world had become a little bit fantasy.
It seems that the hardships of cultivation are not in vain. If you want to quickly increase your cultivation, a hundred-day foundation building is a good choice.
Yang Zhao walked forward in high spirits, expecting to meet the next person.
This time she only met three people, and then she found that the walls on both sides slowly disappeared, and the whole competition was over.
The burly man waved slightly, and Yang Zhao took a few steps forward uncontrollably.
"Those who stand up are the winners of this competition, and the rest will lose."
Yang Zhao glanced around and found that there were only five people winning, and she was one of them.
The rest of the people were in an uproar because Zong Yan actually lost! As one of the people with the highest martial arts value, Zong Yan never thought that he would lose.
The burly man looked around and saw no one objecting, and then said: "This competition is officially over, I want to go back."
Yang Zhao felt dizzy and returned to her bed.
She quickly got up, took a candy bar from the table, and stuffed it into her mouth. I went to the kitchen to find some food to suppress the hunger rising in my body.
Accidentally, she overstuffed herself.
