A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Han Li bowed his head and thought, it seems that it is really bad not to let the other party test their power.

Without hesitation, the other party gave him the antidote to "Corpse Pills”, which had shown him some sincerity. If he pushed himself again, the other party doubted for no reason, thinking that he had not actually practiced the fourth layer of Changchun kung fu, but had lied to him. In this way, things will continue in the wrong direction, and there may be another unexpected wave.

Besides, I have anticipated this step and made some preparations in advance, and even if I turn the pulse over immediately, I have a certain way out.

Thinking about it, Han Li looked up into Dr. Mu's eyes and said slowly, “Mu Lao, for the sake of your refreshing antidote, this is the last time I trust you, I hope you won't let me down. ”

After that, he handed out his right wrist and cautioned against the other party's reaction. If something went wrong, he would retract immediately.

Unfortunately, Dr. Mo kept his fake smile on his face and couldn't see any difference. After hearing the words he agreed with, his eyebrows shrugged slightly, but then recovered as they were. It seemed that the answer to Han Li already had bamboo in his chest.

He said nothing more, stretched out his dry left hand, gently rested on Han Li's wrist, the smile gradually converged and became solemn, seemed to be doing a sacred thing.

Han Li darkened himself to maintain the power of the fourth layer. When he saw Dr. Mu's expression, he muttered a little in his heart. The alert mind immediately mentioned the highest level. His left hand quietly pressed towards the waist, where there was a customized short sword with a sheath.

Slowly, Dr. Murrow had a surprise look on his face, and he had noticed the constant strange energy in Han Li's pulse, which was far beyond the minimum requirements of his mind.

Even if he plotted further, his heart was deep, and it was finally promising to see the big things planned for a long time, his face could not stop blooming again, but just a hard extruded fake laugh, now it is a joy from the heart to the outside.

“Great, it's really Changchun kung fu on the fourth floor, ha! That's wonderful! Ha-ha-ha!..." Dr. Murray smiled loudly in front of Han Li without concealment. The laughter shook the house, but his hands were not loosened from Han Li's wrist and he kept gripping like this.

“Mo Lao, what are you doing, shouldn't you let go?” Han Li's face was shaded. He already knew that things were bad. He tried to pull his right hand back hard, but was caught firmly by the other party, and the tattoo didn't move.

“Let go? All right, I'll do it!” Dr Murray's laughter stopped at this point, and he changed his face.

He roared suddenly: "Shh! ”

Han Li felt his ears “boom”, his eyes were dark, the sky and earth were dark, his body lost balance, and then he couldn't stand, he shriveled on the ground on the spot, his left hand on the handle of the sword, and he couldn't help but slide open.

“Broken!” Han Li's body didn't listen to the call, but his mind was very clear. Knowing that he was negligent, he was actually grabbed first by the other party and could only hold his hand for a moment.

“Boy, you're still a little young, now you can't do anything!” As he had expected, Dr. Murrow raised his hand and couldn't help but get a few points of pride.

“Come here!” Dr Murray pulled his left hand into his arms and pulled Han Li directly from the ground to his feet. He then lowered his body and extended his right index finger, pointing straight at the hemp point in his chest.

“Bang!” sound, Dr. Murrow's finger seemed to poke onto the iron plate, making a dull impact sound, the first half of the finger was bounced off the hidden pain, and the dotted hole naturally did not succeed.

“What's going on!” Dr. Murray was stunned by the accident and surprised himself.

“Is he wearing an iron coat under his shirt?” He couldn't help but wonder.

His eyes, he couldn't help but sweep over Korean clothes, but the thin look, it really didn't look like the inner armor, which confused him a bit.

At this moment when Dr. Murray was distracted, Han Li regained control of his body, and his resilience was much stronger than Dr. Murray had expected.

Han Li's sixth level Changchun kung fu, after all, has no white training. His ability to restore resistance to abnormalities far exceeds ordinary people's imagination. This is also something that Han Li himself did not expect.

At this time, Dr. Murrow resolutely abandoned the doubts in his head to try another way to restrain Han Li, but suddenly felt that the wrist he had originally grabbed had become so smooth and flexible that he could no longer firmly control it.

Surprised, he used his hand a little bit more, but “shrugged” for a moment. The other hand slipped out of his finger like a mud, and Dr. Murray was really a little stunned.

No matter how surprised he was, Han Li rolled an unexpected donkey from the other side to the corner of the house, waiting far away from Dr. Mu before daring to stand up slowly.

At this time, Han Li, with no expression, looked coldly at Dr. Mu.

He stopped saying so much, although he didn't know why he wanted to catch him, but he was definitely not being nice to himself, which was certain.

It seems that what the other party has said before, inspiring * * with their own long spring work, is also a great lie, not believable at all.

For his own sake, and for the safety of his family at home, Han Li slowly pulled out his short sword from the waist, using his left hand. This sword is only one foot long, flashing blue light, makes people feel sharp at first glance, it is a good sword.

“Today, if you don't die, I'll die. Only one of us can get out of this room alive.” Han Li's words were cold, and for the first time in front of Dr. Mu, he revealed his fangs.