A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

He didn't say anything until he broke up. He saw it at first sight.

His lonely plate sat in the corner of the hall, looking at him coldly, with some unexpected colours that could not be concealed.

And the two men and women who stood on the other pillar, among them the friar with a clear eyebrow, looked equally stunned at Han, full of surprise.

The Purple Spirit Fairy of Miaotone Gate, beside it, is a man with a divine appearance and a flowing green shirt.

This man's look at Purple Spirit Fairy was a bit strange. He couldn't help but measure Han Li's eyes up and down according to her gaze. He saw Han Li as a young figure. He couldn't help but see the cold light flashed in his eyes and asked Purple Spirit Fairy what words he had said.

As a result, the Purple Spirit Fairy smiled lightly and whispered a few words to the man, seemingly explaining Han Li's identity to him.

Han Li frowned and turned a blind eye to the behavior of both men and women, but glanced at the other.

Han Li was a little strange because the look from here clearly brought some bad intentions.

As a result, an old man was looking at him with anger.

Han Li recognized each other and implied trouble.

The other party is the Elder Miao of the Six Company Hall.

At first, because of the carp beast, the other party and the elder named Gu tried to kill him to silence him. However, it was not expected that Han Li would use the other party's energy to severely damage and forbid the strange effects, but the other party was extinguished.

After all these years, the elder Miao actually remembered him. It seems that he and the murdered elder really have enough feelings.

Han Li muttered a few words in his heart, but now he doesn't really care about it.

I looked at the other monks slightly, and there was no one else he knew.

So he hesitated for a moment and walked through the blue light into the lobby. And he freely searched for an unmanned pole to fly to the top and sit on his knees like everyone else.

Then you can measure the eyes of those monks you don't know.

Han Li also could not see how other monks were practicing because God was similarly banned in the hall. All I know is, I'm afraid most of them are friars above the Khmer period. Foundational monks, I'm afraid, are scarce. Maybe even Yuan Baby's old monster has arrived a lot.

With this thought in mind, Han Li, though unable to sit on the plate, carefully examined the other masters.

After a while of work, he finally noticed something strange and discovered that two out of ten eighty-nine were Yuan Baby Brothers.

One is a yellow robe with white eyebrows and a lean old Confucian face.

This man had one hand lying behind his back, the other held a roll of old bamboo, Jane Jin Jin Jin, and looked at it smelly. He shook his head a few times from time to time and looked like a nerd.

The other was a beautiful middle-aged woman in white and dusty clothes.

The woman looked gorgeous, but her body was full of ice and spiked into the bone, looking as if she was invisible.

This cold, frosty beauty wipes a sheathed black sword with no expression. From Han Li appeared outside the hall to enter the hall, she never looked at it and looked very arrogant.

Some of the other monks are idle and indifferent. But compared to both of them, that seemed a little false.

And most of the monks here, looking into the eyes of both of them, must have a hint of awe. That's not what the other monks have.

Just that, Han Li affirmed that these two must be Yuan Baby Talents.

Of course, Han Li is also aware that besides these two, there must be some special guys among the other monks, just as underestimating.

The most obvious example is the Xuan Guo.

It seems that the cultivation of the old devil is only in the late stages of knotting. But the true brothers of late Khmer are far from their rivals. Nearly second only to the existence of metabolic infancy.

Who knows how many other people will play the pig to eat the tiger.

Han Li kept mumbling in his heart, but seemed to forget that it didn't seem too hard to destroy a monk of his own rank.

Anyway, Han's mind grew more cautious after calculating. And from time to time, these people come together for the real purpose.

Never for some boring Brotherhood convention, huh?

After all, whether it's the remnants of the Zimpa, or this idyllic temple that floats in the air, is so mysterious that even the monks of Yuan's infancy are attracted to it.

It means something has to happen here.

Unfortunately, however, he did not know anything about it.

Otherwise, it would be advisable to plan the rest of the operation implicitly, saving any danger and contingencies that might arise at that time and putting them at a disadvantage.

At the moment, he has no choice but to act.

As Han Li conceived, there was a sudden rumor in his ear about the gentleman on the basebone.

“Boy, I didn't expect you to have an imaginary image. How about we work together to collect the treasure this time? ”

“Collect treasure? ”

Han Lixin was delighted when he heard these two words. Knowing that I'm finally here is right.

But his face kept its original divine color, and he returned it calmly.

“I don't know how Senior intends to cooperate, you can tell me first! ”

Han Li didn't mean a word of rejection when he heard that the young man on the basebone turned into a young man. He couldn't help but shock his spirit. As we were about to have more audio talks, footsteps were heard again at the entrance to the hall, and then two people came in swinging from the outside.

At the same time, Han Li and Xuan Bone changed their color.

Han Li is fine, but his face is slightly white. On the other hand, the basebone face is completely distorted, revealing bloodthirsty madness in his eyes.

But fortunately, he's got a lot of heart!

This look just flashed over its face and immediately restored its normal divine appearance.

The two men who had just entered the hall did not find any abnormality in the person on the basebone.

However, Han Li watched the two men's hearts cry out in darkness.

Because one of the two is Ugly, the owner of the island of Napolar Yin.

The other, though very strange to Han Li, is a pale, two-eyed, slender middle-aged monk. But in his heart, he concealed the identity of the other party, and he couldn't help regretting coming here.

At this time, the middle-aged monk walked into the lobby with a clown and swept his eyes cold!

Then his eyes stopped on the face of a scorched yellow monk, and he laughed coldly several times.

The yellow-faced monk's face was earthy and his body was slightly trembling. But then he remembered something, and he stood up straight.

“Okay, good!” After the middle-aged man laughed a few times, the cold light flashed in his eyes and he stopped looking at Han Li.

The man's eyes just fell on Han Lipton, as if he had been stared at by a snake, and he had to put his hair upside down.

Though it looks the same, it is actually very restless!

But soon, Han Li was stunned.

Because once the middle-aged man saw his face, his face revealed an irresistible surprise. Though he soon returned to normal, Han Li had already seen it clearly.

Now Han Li is a little out of his mind, and his mind is even more anxious.

The scene was also stunned when it was clearly seen by the person on the basebone. Later, after a few spins of his eyes, he bowed his head and pondered.

At this time, the middle-aged man had seen the elderly Confucian and middle-aged beautiful woman. After a slight flash, he took the cold light from his eyes and punched the two men with a spring breeze:

“I didn't expect the Qing brothers of Nanhe Island and Mrs. Wen of Shirabi Mountain to arrive. Wu is disrespectful! ”

“What disrespect? Qingxi is not bigger than Brother Wu's extreme yin family, but can only come here and have some luck. After all, it's 300 years and there's only one chance. And I heard that Brute Beard also seems to have a picture of someone else's filial piety this time, I'm afraid it will be here soon. By then, we'll be together again.” The old man put down the bamboo in his hand gently and said with a little bit of a smile.

“Want a beard too?” Middle-aged people have changed their minds and seem to be unusually constrained by this man.

“Yeah, I heard he was about to arrive because of Shouwon. This time, I want to find some Shouyuan fruit in the idyllic temple to refine some Evergreen Dan. I hope to live another five or six decades.” The old man Yangyang said, seems to have a somewhat cynical taste.

And the cold, frosty beauty continued to wipe her sword without lifting her head, ignoring the words of both.

After listening to their conversation, Han Li couldn't help but suck in a cold breath of air.

Though it's just a few short sentences, it gives him a lot of useful information.

This middle-aged man is indeed the very Yin Ancestor who possessed the Ugly. Listening to their words, there will also be the appearance of a former high-born man coming.

It's incredible that there are spiritual drugs in the Temple of the Void Heavens that extend the life of the Yuan!

No wonder even the tall people of Yuan Babies came by blindly.

(Since we are at the height of the orgasm again, we need to think about the details and outlines, so we may need to slow down a little on these two days. I'm so sorry. Hate! That's all for today. Everybody get some sleep!) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)