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For example, when you're in a bad mood, find cultivator, who's close to the herbal field, and put him in the name of theft. He could kill him as he pleased. In any case, no one could testify against him. Furthermore, Pill refining Peak was very powerful. As long as he didn't offend any powerful figures, he would be fine even if he was beaten to death.    

    

As he had been in Pill refining Peak for many years, the mighty cultivator that he, Zhao Hu, had seen in the past, no matter how strong he was, he would always be respectful and respectful when facing Pill refining Masters. He didn't dare to put on airs at all.    

    

Although Zhao Hu was just a guard, he had a cousin who was a Pill refining Master. He was using the power of a tiger to intimidate others. Even those powerful Martial Master warriors had never looked down on him.    

    

Under such circumstances, as time passed, Zhao Hu had developed a sense of superiority in his eyes. After all, no matter how powerful cultivator was in front of him, he would still be like a grandson.    

    

Therefore, Zhao Hu spent most of his time in Pill refining Peak. When he had nothing to do, he liked to find some helpless and helpless cultivator and kill him as he pleased.    

    

Lin Hao was young, and he had no powerful people by his side. If he didn't bully Lin Hao, who else would he bully?    

    

The blooming black Genuine Qi fireworks completely obscured Zhao Hu's vision. However, even though there was a layer of black Genuine Qi between them, Zhao Hu could still foresee Lin Hao's death.    

    

The incomparably precious Soft Armor cracked inch by inch under the sharp spirit arrow. His face was filled with fear and panic. However, he could only watch helplessly as the violent sharp spirit arrow pierced his chest, tearing apart his flesh and blood. It broke through his chest, pierced through his heart, and finally, he was filled with fear and panic. He died on the spot...    

    

However, this was only Zhao Hu's imagination. If it was someone else, perhaps they would just follow the script and leave. But what Zhao Hu faced was Lin Hao.    

    

When Zhao Hu stopped panting, the black Genuine Qi that filled the sky finally dissipated, revealing a white corner. It was Lin Hao's snow-like white robe.    

    

After that, the black fog dispersed. When he saw Lin Hao, Zhao Hu's eyes popped out.    

    

"No! How could this be? You, you, how could you be fine?! GZZ, you... "    

    

The so-called foresight was just an imagination. After being bombarded, Lin Hao stood in front of Zhao Hu. His white robe was spotless, not even a tiny hole could be seen. The light was still as fresh as before. A gentle breeze blew past, and the corners of his clothes were gently blown. It was bright and clean. It was as fresh as new.    

    

Not a scratch!    

    

Under the rain of Genuine Qi spirit arrows, Lin Hao was completely uninjured. He didn't even frown when he was wearing the white robe.    

    

"It's over?"    

    

Lin Hao lazily raised his head, like a young man who had just woken up, and asked faintly.    

    

What a joke! The attack of a First Level Martial Master was nothing in Lin Hao's eyes before he left the Sect, let alone the current Lin Hao. If he stood here and fought for half a year, only dust could dirty his clothes.    

    

"You, you, you... bastard, what are you..."    

    

Zhao Hu retreated step by step, his face was filled with despair.    

    

This was an attack that he had used up all of his strength, using up all of his Genuine Qi. Why did he not even scratch the corner of his opponent's clothes after fighting for so long?    

    

"His mouth is really stinky..." Lin Hao only glanced at Zhao Hu before his hand suddenly moved.    

    

However, before Zhao Hu could finish his words, he suddenly saw a white palm suddenly slapping towards him from the corner of his eye.    

    

Slap!    

    

Even though he had already seen it earlier, he still tried his best to dodge it. However, this palm still hit Zhao Hu's face precisely, hitting the bullseye!