A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Outside the mask is a loud, dumb-ass, big crowd.

It was the bald-headed man who served as the referee, and the strange stare at the young man before pronouncing out loud:

“Falling Clouds Sect Han Li, win! ”

Han Lijin gave a gift to the big man before walking out of the mask.

Then two ancient Jianmen disciples snatched into the field, lifted Yao Feng, and found a way to wake him up.

At this time, the short old man outside the field, can't believe his eyes are open, his face is unusually ugly.

Although he knew that the other disciple could participate in the congress with such a low degree of cultivation, there must be some weirdness in it. Nevertheless, it was never expected that the other party would use the symbol as a means of attack, and that the disciple he placed high hopes on would lose to the other party. This made him laugh at the old man in the red shirt, and his face was really hard to turn around.

For a moment, the awkwardness then appeared on this face, full of depression, but no words could be uttered.

“Oh! Brother Duan, you disciples are really interesting. Dozens of spiritual stone figurines are the first to strike. It's a little tricky, but it's hard for ordinary disciples to be so proficient when they can inspire so many firecrackers at the same time.” After watching Hanri's contest in the mask, the old man paid his last name and laughed dumbly.

“Nothing! This disciple of ours is a figurine maker himself, and it is normal to use a figurine attack. Of course, he can afford to use so many tokens at once, and some of them are unexpected.” The old man in red saw Jiangyun, the ancient sword gate, eating his cheeky expression, his heart naturally felt comfortable, but his mouth or true or false derogatory words.

“Humph! It's just a little more rhubarb, and now everyone else knows about it. You disciples are definitely not going to make it through the next game.” Jiang Yun still mumbled.

“Really?” The old man in red said nothing after a chuckle.

“However, this disciple of yours rushed past his body like a worldly masterpiece. Otherwise, it would not have been possible to beat Master Yao's nephew so quickly.” The robe Confucius glanced back at Han Li in the queue of the fallen clouds, mindful of the nod.

“White Daoist also saw it! This disciple used to be a scattered disciple. It was a bit of a mess to learn all by himself. It made you laugh!” The old man in the red shirt shows some unexpected colour.

“It's nothing. I've had some interest in and studied martial arts in the world before. Although this mortal martial arts technique has little effect on high-ranking monks, it can add three points of strength if the disciples can apply it cleverly during the refining period. Besides, your disciple is so skilled, as if he has experienced a lot of real battle. The defeat of this disciple is not unjust.” Confucius said with a smile.

In the midst of these highly popular and idyllic talks of the three factions, the referee in the field has been replaced by the old man in the gray clothes of the cloud sect, who said with no expression:

“In the second round, Nguyen Tian of Baiqiao Yard gave Zhou Xu of Ancient Sword Yard. ”

As the words exited, two youths stood out from Baiqiao Yard and Ancient Sword Gate respectively. After giving each other salute and hugging each other, the old man shouted "start”, and each pinched, releasing the magic fights together.

Brother Tsudan of the three factions immediately put the game behind his head and concentrated on the game.

Whether or not they were affected by Han Li's earlier battles, the disciples obviously fought a lot conservatively, leaving some of the people outside the field feeling bored.

Ultimately, he was also a sword repair disciple of Ancient Sword Gate. He was highly skilled and defeated his opponent's instrument with a sword tool, winning and returning.

Back in the game, it's time to compete between Falling Clouds Sect and Baiqiao Court...

In this way, the first round of matches took two days to pass.

Among them, the ancient Sword Gate's sword repair strength is not really blown.

Apart from Han Li and a few others, the two disciples who encountered Ancient Sword Gate were clearly in the downwind and defeated.

The appearance of this situation finally made the Jiang surname Brother, his eyebrows smiled again, a great feeling of boredom.

Fortunately, a few brothers of Knot Dan and the elderly redshirt of Lu Yunzhong in Baiqiao Court had long anticipated this. Therefore, although the face was not very nice, it could not be coloured at all, so he did not mind. In terms of temperament alone, it seems to outnumber the small elderly.

In the second round, Hanri's opponent was a british-inspired Qi refining nun from Baiqiao Court.

This woman had seen Han Li's previous game, and as soon as she did, she released the flying magic device and flew into the air.

She wanted to come, so that she could naturally escape the Han Dynasty's attack, and she also looked rather cynical about Han Dynasty's fastness.

Han Li saw the situation and sighed lightly, throwing another flare charm without saying anything.

As this woman was proud to avoid these fireballs, Han Li pinched her hands, and many fireballs flashed red light on the way to fly, turning into dozens of fist-sized flame birds, hovering and dancing.

At first sight, the Sister of Baiqiao Yard was surprised. When she tried to drive the magic device to protect herself, Han Li did not give her a chance at all. When she mounted the simulated motion technique on the surface, she was merely mindful of the motion. All the firebirds flew to the vicinity of the Sister, and immediately ran directly from all sides to all sides.

The disciple hastily released a water attribute shield, but that prevented such a fierce attack, a moment of kung fu, and the shield broke.

The woman was helpless and could only confess to losing immediately.

After this battle, it was felt that Han Li relied on the two other disciples to win the battle. Finally, there was some movement.

However, some of these foundational monks with powerful magic instruments still have a clear disregard for outbursts like Han Li's. As a result...

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Five days later, at dusk, in the middle of Mount Yunmeng, there is a valley of nobody standing in the mountains.

Located in a remote area, the valley has been clouded for many years by a constant fog of cloudy tide. It can be said that the hands cannot be seen, and it is extremely wet and dusty. And in these fogs, poisonous scorpions and snakes and other poisonous worms, countless of them.

And because the valley is really small, even if a monk occasionally flies through the valley, it's very easy to ignore it, and no one leaves to see what it really is.

But on this day, the fog in the valley was more fascinating than ever, but it appeared to be messy in one of the valleys, but in fact there was a messy pile of rocks from another Xuan machine, and suddenly the white light flashed, and then two people appeared there empty-handed.

The two men had a grey robe with a glossy face and a blue ribbon with an elegant appearance.

“Isn't this the white brother of the ancient sword gate and Yu Daoyou of Luyunzheng! What, the sword test tournament is over?” There was no one around the pile, but for no reason a lazy male voice was heard, slightly dull.

“Turns out he's on duty today! The General Assembly is indeed over, and the two of us first came to see how the Holy Land was prepared for the Clear Spirit Water. If it's ready, let the ten disciples come straight through. Save what's wrong, what's wrong.” The white name of the ancient sword gate is the monk, and there is no such thing as laughter.

As for the old man in grey clothes beside him, he was still unemotionally silent.

“What can happen? This place is just like you and me, Brother Knight, guarded by three days and nights. Plus, you'll be here together. Afraid of a bunch of low-ranking monks coming out of the waves?” The man who rumored, he didn't think so.

“The Tree of Spiritual Eyes matters, but be careful not to make a big mistake! Not to mention, the last step must be taken before Qingling water can be added to the alcohol solution. And as soon as the allocation is complete, you must wash your eyes immediately, otherwise the spiritual effect will be greatly diminished! Otherwise, why should I bring these ten disciples here?” The white friar shook his head slightly, he said.

“All right. The Ming Qing Ling Shui has been dispensed with seven, seven, eight, and when they have washed their eyes, just leave immediately. It's forbidden to weigh in here, and they don't know where it is by passing it here.” The man smiled hey and said confidently.

“So naturally the best! Brother Yu stayed for a while, I'll notify the other Taoists and let the disciples pass on.” The White Monk nodded slightly.

“That's right! The winner of this sword tasting, or the ancient sword gate?” The rumored man suddenly remembered something and asked.

“This tournament was crowned by our ancient Kenmen's Menthologist nephew. I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you a little.” The robe Confucius said with a slight smile.

“Hmm! What's so strange about your sword repair being a little stronger than our regular monks during the foundation period? But it's hard to say who is stronger or weaker after the Khmer period. I have the opportunity to bring a message to your third brother, someone who would really like to discuss it with him again.” Men's lazy voices reveal a slight discontent.

White Rusheng listened to this, but then smiled softly and said:

“It seems that Brother Yan was still angry about losing to Brother San at that time. But I'm afraid I'm going to let Daoist down. Third Brother is now impacting the realm of the late Knot Dan, just closed. ”

(This chapter is a little late because it has accelerated the pace of the plot, so some of the elements have to be deleted and some of the original elements have been changed. But we're going to go on with the next chapter tonight. We're not going to lose anyone!) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)