A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Han Li weighed the guards, although there was no spiritual fluctuation, but the individual was physically fit and seemed to have practiced some shallow kung fu.

But most curious to him is the cylinder. It's amazing how these guards can discern fairy practitioners without their spiritual powers.

Han Li couldn't help but gaze at the cylinder.

All this, Wang Changqing next to him looked into his eyes and explained to Han Li with a smile:

“It is a spiritual disc that allows us mortals to identify the Immortals! ”

“Spirit disk?” Han Li listened to the name slightly stunned, but immediately remembered that one end of the cylinder did have a large jade plate set in it, and nodded gently, saying nothing.

Then, in Han Li's cold-eyed gaze, the veterinary car followed a white-stone street in the direction of the city center.

There are plenty of pedestrians on the road, and they often come and go, and there is a tendency to move forward and become more lively.

Most of these people's clothes are white, which means that there are other different colors, but also light yellow, slightly green and other colors. There is no one dressed brightly.

And of these people, there are obviously high and low identities, often one or two precious clothes walking in front, followed by three or four somewhat dilapidated clothes, obviously a lower identities.

At the end of the day, Han Li's car had to slow down because of too many people and animal cars to move on.

It took the boss a long time to finally reach a huge square in the heart of the city.

Covering dozens of acres, this square is called the Mountain People's Sea, and Han stands at a glance, with dark heads everywhere.

And the flow of people from all directions continued to flow through the square.

Along the square, there are many shops and crowds. In the middle of the shop, there are temporary stalls, which also look overcrowded. And in the middle are more people, what they're talking about, it's so busy, so lively.

Han Li looked at his eyes a little straightened. He had a slight estimation in his mind. As dense as the crowd stood, at least the square was crowded by tens of thousands of people at the same time.

The beast truck arrived here, naturally it was impossible to move forward.

Lord Gu Dong took the lead out of the car and walked with Han Li and others to a palace-style building on the side of the square.

The palace is about a dozen feet tall and is significantly taller than other buildings.

And there was a platoon of guards standing in front of the huge palace, guarded there with glittering spears, and no one else was allowed to come near it.

“Today is the opening day of Quexing Island every March, so this‘ East Stone City 'has many times more people than ever before. Basically, people in more than a dozen towns in the east come and trade in rare items that they don't normally buy.” Lord Gu Dong walked forward and explained this to Han Li as he turned around.

Han Li smiled faintly and followed him to the palace.

Lord Gu Dong said a few words to the guard at the door, and the guard waved his hand, indicating that they could go in.

Therefore, Master Gu hurried to greet Han Li and Wang Changqing, and walked in together.

As soon as he entered the palace, he appeared much cooler and quieter. In the corridor behind the door, there are dozens of people who look like some kind of identity, and there's a bunch of whispers about what they're saying. Seeing the arrival of Lord Gu, they all looked at each other with some hostility.

At that time, however, the purple wooden door at the other end of the corridor opened and walked out of it a young man in white, aged 20 years, who looked clean and white and weak.

“Is it Mr. Gu? Everyone else has arrived, we are so close to home. But only a challenging immortal can go in there. Mr. Gu is here to wait for the results!” The teenager looked at Han in good faith and said to the owner with courtesy.

The youth cultivation, undoubtedly revealed under Han Li's sweep, had a Qi refining period of about four or five layers, which is similar to what he is today.

Lord Gu Dong saw this, and had to look at Han Li with a look of hope. Then he said yes and retreated to one side.

As usual, Han Li walked into the wooden door and the wooden door closed immediately.

“My last name is Wen, and Daoyou can call me Wen. However, I see that you are very face-to-face. Is it the new monk who came to our island of Quexing?” As Han Li entered the wooden gate, the young man turned back and asked with a smile.

“I arrived in Kuisheng Island last month at Shimohan Railway!” After a period of practice, Han Li finally had no problem speaking the local language.

“Oh, how admirable! With Daoyou fixing it now, he dared to go out and make a run for it. How dare you, Taoist! I can't, I haven't left the island since I was born.” The young man said with some envy.

After listening to this, Han Li smiled lightly without an interface.

Han Li then followed the young man straight to a circular hall with more than thirty distinct monks inside or sitting or standing.

“Looks like everyone's here. Then start drawing lots right down there! The first battle is won and no one is allowed to kill except the wounded, or they are disqualified from victory.” An old man sitting across from the crowd with a fairy wind of bones said briefly.

Full of Qi Refining Brothers in the house, he is the only one who was repaired in the early stages of foundation building. He seems to be the Brother in charge of this matter.

As soon as Wen entered the hall, he hurried to stand behind the old man with his hands.

The elderly ignored the youth and took out a green jade tube containing more than twenty bamboo sticks.

“Well, the challenge is to pick one, and the same numbers first compare to each other to qualify the winner to challenge the representative of the original business. ”

Most of the 30 people who heard this looked at the jade tube.

And the jade suddenly emerged a layer of green light, and the bamboo was covered in it. Others' minds were automatically excluded from the green light, some were also affected a little, and had to shake their shapes a few times.

Other monks who do not detect jade canisters with divine knowledge reveal joy in misfortune.

These are the immortals to be challenged. Naturally hope that challengers such as Han Li will eat as much as possible.

Powerful with Han Li's divinity, there is no problem in forcibly breaking the green light, but he will not do such an eye-catching thing.

Then, looking at each other in the face, Brother Han and others took turns to extract bamboo sticks.

Han Li smoked before and after his stay, and Han Li crossed over to take a look, a strange silver symbol.

He had to frown. He forgot about it. He didn't know the local language!

But Han faceless, still took the bamboo stamp in his hand and looked like nothing had happened.

“No. 1" the old man coldly said.

Suddenly, two monks with the same bamboo stamp came out.

“You go over there on the platform and try it. There is a formation, and you are not afraid of the destruction of spells. As long as I get the other bamboo stamp, I win. I do not ask you what methods and means you use. Of course you can't kill each other.” The old man preached without courtesy.

“Yes, Senpai!” The two gave a gift to the elderly and walked to the hidden open-air platform behind the lobby.

As a result, the two disappeared after a white light lit up on the platform.

After a while, however, the two were somewhat tired to reappear on the platform.

One of them surrendered two bamboo sticks to the elderly, while the other walked out of the lobby in darkness.

“Number two" the old man shouted cold.

……

Because the fighting methods of Qi Refining Master are relatively simple, winning and losing is very fast.

Even a pair of Brothers' front legs just went in and the back legs came out, winners and losers alike laughed and were unusually happy. This made Han Li look a little strange.

“Number 7”

One monk stood up as the voice of the elderly, but the other was late.

The old man "No. 7" sank his face and yelled again.

At this time, Han Li suddenly walked out and apologized in haste:

“Senpai! Really not going. I just got the wrong number. I thought I was number nine! ”

The old man simply ignored what Han Li said, impatiently waved the handle, and Han Li rushed to the platform with another person.

After the white light flashed, Han Li and the other side appeared in a white heaven and earth, leaving a space dozens of feet wide in the middle, surrounded by white fog.

“Your Excellency's fix is two floors lower than mine. I don't think you need to fight anymore, Daoyou just admit you lost! The next time you missed, you seriously hurt Daoist!” The middle-aged monk across the street said confidently to Han Li.

Han Li looked across the street at the seven layers of the Qi Qi Qi "master” and saw that he had not even opened his shield like himself. He smiled softly. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)