A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“No. Seven or eight years ago, I was helping Brother Ma to see the pharmacy. Wasn't that when the blood trial happened? Why did Master Chen ask that?” Han Li looked up and answered frankly, even showing some curiosity just right on his face.

"Chen Qiaqian brushed her face pale, bit her red lips and said:

“No? But I remember Brother Han went out just once, and it seemed just in time! ”

“Oh, that's when I was preparing my bloody trial, so I went out and bought some manipulators, but nothing unexpected happened.” Han Li impatiently denied it.

Hearing Han Li say this, Chen Qiaoqian sounded silent! Just looking at Han Li with cold eyes, staring directly at Han Li's heart is a little hairy.

“In that case, there is nothing left to say! Brother, you can go. I want to be alone for a while. ”

Chen Qiaoqian's face flashed a faint disappointment. She gently turned her face aside and her voice was full of tiredness.

Han Li sighed and knew that regardless of whether they believed the words or not, this Master Chen would no longer disturb herself.

Because of his distant and respectful meaning, this teacher should be able to hear it. And with the pride of the other party, naturally he won't come to him after two or three consecutive initiatives.

“Sister, then I bid farewell!” Han Li hugged his hands and turned away from the garden without stopping at all.

When Han Li's figure completely disappeared, Chen Qiaoqian turned back to look at the direction of the garden door with a complicated look. The ghost low voice:

“Who would it be if it weren't for you? You were the only one in the valley who happened to be out, Brother Han! ”

After saying this, she approached a blooming peony flower and gently folded her jade finger, picked the delicate flower and gently sniffed it under her nose.

With the fragrant floral scent, Chen Qiaoqian's whole person fell into the thought of heaven and earth.

Han Li walked out of the garden, took a long breath, shook his head, and quickly returned to the hall.

Everyone else was a little surprised to see Han Li come back so soon. But no one is so uncomfortable that they come forward and ask about it.

Even if someone said a few jokes about Han Li and Chen Qiaoqian, Han Li didn't care to smile, his face was no different.

Soon after, Chen Qiaoqian also came in, his divine colour still sat beside Madam Zhong Wei and continued to whisper to him.

Others saw this, naturally embarrassed to joke about the two people, immediately turned the subject back to the matter of the war against the Shabaab.

Time quickly passed and daytime quickly passed.

The Huang Maple Valley Brothers have already returned to their homes and are preparing for the Great War.

Although everyone feels that the number of foundation-building monks on their side is very high, winning should not be a problem, but there is still a great deal of caution, after all, no one will take their own small lives to the margins.

Nevertheless, it is difficult for these people to bear the excitement of thinking about the many benefits that can be gained from the extermination of the Shabaab nest.

After all, these people usually don't have a chance to hunt down the foundational masters. Of course, kill with a monk monk, except for the life and death struggle that keeps your head out of your waist.

This is not one or two of the foundational brothers of the Black Shah, I'm sure you can get a lot of good material methods and boutique equipment! Especially the Chen sisters who came to help with the boxing, which is why most of them came.

Otherwise, who would come here for no reason but one word to wipe out evil repairs!

Han Li also stayed in the house, quietly inspecting several puppet beasts on hand, while Namongshan's four friends stood respectfully in front of him, looking like Han Li as the horse's head.

Speaking of which, since the arrival of these colleagues from Han Li, the black-faced old man also wanted to get closer to these foundation building brothers to see if he could make some gains.

But whether it is Song Mong et al., or later Sister Chen and other monks, will they keep the gas refining period dispersion of the black-faced old man in their eyes? After a few unsolicited words, they were sent off. Let these people clearly realize that not every foundation-building monk in the seven factions was willing to go out with them, so they became more awed of Han Li.

“This battle with the Sha Dynasty, whether it is unnecessary to lose some of you, or to stay out of the capital for a while.” Han Li's puppet beast glistened white and was put in a storage bag, then said faintly.

“But seniors, I can't stand back!” The black-faced old man hastily spoke on behalf of others.

“This is not a question of not retreating, but of not being able to get involved at all, and joining in privately is just a matter of lethality. Here are some superior magic tools. Take each one of you! It's a farewell gift from my predecessor.” Han Li shook his head and smiled slightly.

Speaking of which, Han Li's sleeve swept onto the table, adding several sparkling sophisticators.

Han is not without extra top-level instruments on his body, and the number is not too small. After all, he killed so many foundation-building monks, and of course the collection was amazing.

But Han didn't mean to give these people away. Several superior instruments are a great gift for these gas refining bulk repairs. If he pulls out a top-level magic instrument, it will, I'm afraid, stimulate the greed of these people, and it will be more detrimental for him to subjugate them later.

Indeed, the four friends of Mengshan saw these magic instruments. Everyone thanked them with joy, and said that Han Li would be very happy to serve Han Li if there was anything they needed to do in the future. Even if they went to Mengshan to find them, they would be very happy to serve Han Li.

Now that we have heard the promises that our hearts want to hear, Han Li simply gave them their full face and personally sent several people out of Vietnam City, making them even more grateful.

But when he left, the black-faced old man suddenly pulled Han Li aside in private and said carefully:

“Senior, won't the Fifth Sister show up in the Shah religion? Needless to say, I waited for the brothers to know that Fourth Brother also guessed a few points. However, no one has broken this screen. After all, the fifth sister is too muddy to show up in front of our brothers!” Having said these words in great depth, the old man seems to have relinquished his burden and resumed his respectful resignation to Han Li.

Han Li stayed where he was, looking at the shadow of Mong Shan's four friends gradually moving away, still wondering what the last words of the black-faced old man meant.

A moment later, Han Li suddenly smiled and flew back to the city.

……

Upon returning to Qin's house, the sky had darkened. Yellow Maple Valley was all ready to go in the lobby, but he was surprised to find that the third brother was not in the room.

Han Li asked Sung Mong, stunned and washed with a blue sword magic instrument:

“Fourth Senior Brother, where's Third Senior Brother? ”

“Brother Liu is going to persuade Brother Six again. If Brother Wu promises to go with him, he will be a little more confident in the First World War tonight. But in my opinion, Brother Liu is a waste of time! Takeshi wouldn't have left if he'd helped!” Song Mengtou didn't lift his head either, he said.

“Looking for Brother Six? ”

Han Li frowned and just wanted to ask a few more questions, but Liu Jing had come back from the outside.

“Brother Liu, is your Master Wu still unwilling to come? If that's the case, it doesn't matter if he has more people, the nine of us are enough to deal with the Shahadists.” Sister Chen said in the same door that one of the oldest male disciples seemed to care less.

“If that's the case, I wish! The point is, I didn't even see Brother Wu this time!” Liu Jing grinned and said slowly.

This time, everyone else, including Han Li, is a bummer.

“What's going on, Brother Liu! Isn't that a coward living in a nearby inn? Did you check out early and go back to the master's door?” Weiwei Chung blinked her big eyes and guessed.

“No, I talked to the owner of the inn. Master Wu went out early yesterday morning and never came back. And the change of clothes in the inn didn't even pack, it didn't look like going back to the valley.” Liu Jing shook his head and his words filled with worry.

After listening to this, several other people talked about it, but who could not say what was going on.

But Han Li stood aside and thought:

“It is rare that this Takeshi was so unlucky that he could not be captured by the Shahadists. ”

Maybe Liu Jing and Han Li had the same idea, so he looked out at the sky and said decisively:

“We'll talk about Master Wu later, let's go now! We must succeed in the First World War and destroy the Shabaab completely!” (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author and support authentic reading!)