A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“I really didn't expect to see more than 100 short loads, Yuan Girl actually entered the stage of knockout, so congratulations!” Han Li smiled and spoke earnestly while the black robe beauty was desperately annoyed.

“What former girl? You got the wrong person. My name is Nguyen.” When Han Ligang called her "Yuan Girl," the black robe woman's defiled color immediately left her out of the clouds. Instead, she appeared in a panicked denial.

This situation was unexpected by Han Li, and he couldn't help but stare at the woman's somewhat sparkling eyes.

At this time, the beautiful woman's face was slightly white and one hand was placed on the storage bag beside her, her eyes were wide open and hostile intentions undoubtedly revealed.

The atmosphere suddenly became nervous!

And all this comes from Han Ligang's ordinary “Yuan Girl” name.

Han Li still smiled, but he was really a little confused.

As for the Purple Spirit Fairy, the situation in front of her is even more unexpected.

Needless to think about it, she naturally approached Han Li's side for half a step to show her attitude.

Regardless of her strength or familiarity with both sides, Han Li's side is her natural choice.

“There seems to be some misunderstanding here! Yuan Daoyou must not have remembered at the bottom. After all, Daoist and I were only on the same side. And it was many years ago.” Han Li's color remained the same, he said slowly.

“Over a hundred years ago? On one side? ”

After listening to this, the beauty in the black robe looked a little slow, but caution appeared in a pair of beautiful eyes, followed by a certain amount of confusion.

The atmosphere eased a lot!

However, after staring at Han Li for a while, the black robe beauty said with full suspicion:

“I can't really remember where I met Taoist friends. Is Daoist deliberately cheating on me?” After saying this, the cold light flowed in this woman and revealed a hint of hostility.

Han Li laughed a little less.

“Yuan Girl, more than a hundred years ago, did you go to Qixing Island's 'Tiandu Street' Fang City?” He stopped circling with this woman and asked straight away.

“Tiandu Street on Kuixing Island? I did go there a few times. Did you see me there?” The black robe woman nodded with a slight retrospect. Then his eyes slipped around Han Li's face and revealed a thoughtful look.

At this moment, she seems to recall something.

“Nice. You were with another Yeon Do friend. Just outside Fang City met me and Uncle Qu.” Speaking of the Qiong Soul, Han looked at the Purple Spirit Fairy with nothing on his face. This woman knows that the spirit is her own identity.

As it turns out, the Purple Spirit Fairy once heard Han Li refer to Qu Soul as his master uncle, his face showed a faint smile.

Though she didn't know what was going on at the time, she could also guess that Han Li must have played a trick of singing oboes at the time. I can't help but laugh!

But of course she wouldn't say it for no reason at all.

And the Purple Spirit Fairy is already strange when it comes to that. Why didn't Han Li bring this split around? That's a big help!

“Taoist, I think I look familiar again. Is Your Excellency the other person standing at the entrance to Tiandu Street with the late foundation-building Qu senior?” The black robe woman blinked a few times and suddenly realized.

Then his face revealed an incredible divine colour.

Han Li laughed bitterly!

“Yuan Girl finally remembered, it looks like Han's impression of Daoist at the time is very ordinary!” Han Li played haha.

After hearing Han Li say this, the black robe woman's face turned red, but because she recognized that Han Li was not who she thought she was, she also relaxed completely and said somewhat embarrassed:

“No wonder you're Han Daoyou! It's just that Taoist friend at the time was really...” Speaking of which, this woman is a little hard to go on.

But Han Li laughed at the interface:

“Is Han's manipulation and appearance too ordinary? It's really hard to get into the eyes of the two girls!” Han Li said this in a comfortable way and did not look unhappy.

“Let Daoist Han laugh!” Seeing Han Li was so divine, the black robe woman was relieved.

After all, Han Li Shentong is quite good today, and she is also a little afraid that the other party will still be worried about the day.

Nowadays, Fabao's cheerfulness is greatly undermined, and she is even less willing to offend Han Li easily.

Think of it this way, she smiled and said.

“Congratulations, Daoist! It's been over a hundred years since we've seen each other, and Daoyou has gone from gas refining to knockout! The magic is so deep, even the demons of the Ghost King are eliminated like this! ”

Han Li shook his head after listening to the woman's somewhat good words.

He was what the gas refining period was until the knockout period, and it had been built to build the foundation. If it weren't for the practice of "Three Revolutions and Rehabilitation," I'm afraid it wouldn't have reached the stage of knockout.

This is the woman, but the real thing went from refining to cultivating into the present world.

He was amazed when he recognized the Black Robe woman at first sight!

If this woman is not highly qualified, or has encountered anything else in more than a hundred years! Otherwise, ordinary monks would never have practiced so quickly. Han Li couldn't help but speculate.

He had just carefully weighed each other, but, like the early brothers of Knightan, he could not see the spiritual roots of the other, and was blocked from visiting for spiritual purposes by the powers in the other's body.

Han Li smiled slightly and was about to say something else. The Purple Spirit Fairy beside him said Xiu Mei slightly wrinkled:

Thus, Han Li said calmly to the two women, not mentioning the previous unusual look of the woman, looking at the haunted fog around her:

“Dear Daoists, let's go first! This is not a place to stay. If any more powerful ghosts show up, we're in trouble. ”

After listening to this, Han Li agreed with the smile.

The black robe girl Yuan Yao has no opinions.

When the three of them approved the direction, they separated the ghost fog and left.

……

This is a garden-like place, surrounded not only by unnamed wonderful flowers and grasses, but also by seven or eight finely carved jade pavilions with sparsely drawn or standing or seated by twenty or thirty monks.

Most of these monks are either pale or bloodstained, all of whom seem to have come here after a bitter battle, but at the same time have irresistible excitement on their faces. Even some monks, clumped together, whispered something.

Grand Yin Ancestors and Ten Thousand Thousand Dollar Infant Monks are also here, except that they are closing their eyes in two jade pavilions.

And the white elders of the two star palaces, not knowing whether intentionally or unintentionally, sat on an empty space somewhere between the two groups with no expression on their knees, as if they were stone sculptures.

Around the garden, more than a hundred husbands away, is a rolling black fog that surrounds this vast area with water that makes people feel like they are in two different worlds.

Suddenly, a haunted mist automatically split up and came out of it hastily a man repaired it.

The man was young, had a clear face and was dressed in green robes at first sight.

Most surprisingly, there is nothing unusual about this person, and the color of the divine color is perfect. It doesn't seem to have experienced any struggle at all, so here we are.

This strange circumstance caused the nearby monk to be stunned, and the sight of the person had some complex connotations in it.

At this time, the closed eyes of the Eternal Yin Ancestor opened, but after a glance at the man repaired, the disappointed divine colour flashed and closed his eyelids again.

He doesn't look like he cares about fixing it!

At first sight, the man flashed a slight resentment on his face, but quickly recovered his normal color and walked in.

Nor did he go into the pavilion and sit with the others, but he stood there alone in a remote corner with his hands upside down, looking cold at the other monks.

I didn't see Han Li's figure. The face of this man was slightly lower than his eyebrows, but then he felt unemotionally.

But at this moment, without anyone else knowing, a thick male voice suddenly appeared in the young monk's brain.

“What, your helper's not here? Could it have been swallowed up by other powerful ghosts? Hey, hey, doesn't that look like a good guy to you?” The voice lazily said.

“Shut up! Don't just talk in my body, you know, there's a bunch of former infant monks here. What if one or two gods are super intelligent, and if you make a sound, you could be sensed?” Young monks were annoyed in their hearts and said with a rude voice from God.