A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

During this period, the Seven Xuanmen Gate also witnessed an extraordinary event.

The idol of the new generation of disciples, "Brother Li", the pilot police officers, spotted two undercover coyotes of the Wolf Gang, attempted to steal the list of disciples' experience, and, together with a dozen others, captured them alive, put up a lot of credit.

A few days later, in front of many disciples, Lord Wang Gan awarded Li Feiyun the position of guardian, which led him to formally enter the middle level of Qixuan Gate, causing a lot of sensation, and Li Feiyun's fame became even louder.

Han Li knew nothing about it, and he was training in a closed cabin. Apart from occasionally going out to the kitchen to get some food, he hasn't been in contact with anyone for some time and naturally doesn't know the boundless scenery of his friends at this time.

Summer came autumn, the time was running out, and the day finally reached the last day before the covenant.

In the thorn forest at the bottom of the ditch, a strange figure, in the branches filled with sharp spikes, emerged when, that dangerous spike, could not create a single obstacle to him, he was like a green smoke, from a dense web of thorn bars, the ghost flashed, appeared in the vicinity, and then came out from afar, the whole process was quiet, as if it really was not the flesh and blood, but the invisible body.

Finally, the man stopped on a tree trunk and stood upright at a distance looking at the branches. It was Han Li who practiced slightly more successfully.

At this time, his clothes had already been scratched to pieces, even the skin inside was bare, his hair was fluffy, and his face was black and white, and he could no longer see his original face. Most surprisingly, a small iron bell was hung around his neck, waist, arms, thighs, ankles, etc.

If you look at these iron bells, and think about Han's ghostly movement in the woods, it's hard to know what kind of demon he was.

He stood motionless, looking in the direction of the Valley of the Divine Hands, muttering to himself:

“Just in time, I finally practiced smoking on the last day, and with it, I was a little more confident of self-preservation. ”

Although the expression on her face could not be seen clearly, the colour of joy in her eyes revealed unhindered.

After months of research and practice, Han Li has mastered several powerful secrets, and he has a certain confidence in them, believing that even if he can't compete with Dr. Mu's unpredictable hands, he still has some confidence in taking them from Bao.

Han Li felt a little chilled when a breeze blew in. He looked down at his “hole suit” and imagined what he was like now. He couldn't help but smile.

Looking back at practicing Ro Yan Bao, he still had a few palpitations and practiced his way in the thorny forest, which is a fatal thing. Inevitably, he was stabbed hard on the branches at first, causing all the bruises and blood on his body.

Fortunately, there is also "Jingdan" in the body, not only can it heal internal injuries, but it is also incredibly effective on external injuries. After taking one capsule, not only can the bleeding scar be stopped immediately, but even the scar can be removed without a trace by the next day.

In this regard, Han Li “Tsk" has been calling it for a long time. This medicine is much stronger than ordinary knife wound medicine. However, I don't know why this medicine has come up with the name “Jingdan”. In his view, it is more appropriate to call it “Scar Removal” and "Hemostasis”.

Han Li's idea, if the tall man who created "Jingdan” knew, I'm afraid to exhale the blood, he carefully prepared the wound medicine, actually put it with the common “golden sore medicine” among the Jianghu bastards, relatively tall. How can you not be angry with this tall man!

However, it is precisely because Han Li practiced in such a dangerous environment that he was able to unleash his full potential. In a short period of time, he was able to create tens of percent of the fire and immediately put it to use.

Moreover, Han Li's "Changchun Gong" reached the sixth floor just a few days ago without surprise. This is the highest level of speech Dr. Mu gave him. Without the aid of more than a dozen bottles of psychotropic medicine, he would have made the strength to eat milk and not be able to practice it in his lifetime.

After a few years of cultivation, Han Li also had a lot of experience with Changchun Gong, and found this method very strange. In terms of cultivation methods and efficacy, it is very different from the general martial arts.

First of all, Han Li believes that the success of this exercise is slow, mainly depending on the person, to see if the practitioner's qualifications are consistent with this work.

Those with good qualifications can naturally make the journey smooth and unhindered. It is estimated that even without the help of external forces, bitter merit can reach a higher level.

And those with poor qualifications, get to a certain level, without the help of a psychotropic medicine, it becomes difficult to walk. Han Li speculated that this is the end of his life, and there is no room for further progress. Like himself, he practiced very well on the first three floors, and suddenly, on the fourth floor, it was very difficult and incredible.

But if there is a panacea, then the impossible becomes possible, breaking the qualification limit and going further. It can be seen how much this method depends on the power of medicine!

However, like him, the method of eating one or two tablets a day, like a snack, is estimated to be rare in the whole world, so the fifth and sixth layers, which are more difficult to refine in theory, were practiced without any effort, and there was no hard experience when the fourth layer was.

In addition to making Han Li feel more energetic and brainy, Han Li hasn't found any other wonderful uses for the time being. It is also strange to say that since practice, this Changchun kung fu has only strengthened him in spirit, mind and five senses, while the effect on the body is negligible, which can only make him strong and fast. The energy flow it creates - what Han Li calls pseudo-authentic gas - although it can also be randomly run in the meridians like ordinary authentic gas, it has no practical effect other than to make its touch more sensitive, and cannot be as powerful as authentic gas.

In addition, he practiced here, feeling that there must be an unfinished mantra behind the sixth floor, perhaps all its wonderful uses are on the last few levels.

Thinking about it, he shook his head a little helplessly and sighed. With his relationship with Dr. Murrow now, the next few layers of work, that's something you can't even think about.

He stopped his fantasy, and Han stood up and jumped, falling softly on the ground, not making a sound, and then walked to the cabin.

Meet with Dr. Murray tomorrow, before he can take full advantage of his talents, plan the steps in advance of the meeting in his mind, carefully consider every detail that may occur, and formulate the best possible response to the risks that have not yet occurred.