A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Looking at the box in his hand for half a day, Han Li sighed and slowly put the box into the storage bag.

Then the blue light flashed on his hand, and the light blue jade Jane appeared in his hand again.

Are you taking the risk of cultivating this second dollar baby? Let's wait till he fully understands the great trick of cultivating this Xuan and then decide.

After all, the risk and difficulty of this matter are not small, but he should be cautious.

In his heart, Han Li decided so carefully that he immersed himself in the judgment and entered the realm of forgetting himself again.

The door to the closing chamber cannot be closed, while the silver moon is similarly quietly diving in another secluded chamber, not far from each other.

There are several giant ape puppets in charge of all other chores in the cave.

Time flies fast, spring turns to winter, more than a year goes by.

On this day, near the Alphabet Peak where Han Lidong Mansion is located, two long rainbows of blue and white flew from the distance.

After the glow converged, two people appeared in front of the faint mist. It was the two elders of the fallen cloud sect, the silver elderly and the middle-aged Lu with a green and yellow face.

At first sight, he couldn't help but smile at each other.

Lu's middle-aged man's fingers bounced off, and a long-prepared messenger came out of hand, turning into a fire, and disappeared within the restraint. Meanwhile, he turned his face and smiled at the silver-haired old man beside him and said:

“Looks like Brother Han hasn't left the cave since he last came back. It's really hard to repair. ”

“It's perfectly normal for Brother Han not to succeed in condensing Yuan Bao at 200 years of age alone. Unfortunately, my life expectancy is near, and it is impossible to go any further on Xianxian Road. And you probably don't have much of a chance.” Presbyterian Cheng's face looked different, he said.

“Brother is joking. At least a hundred or two years from the age of your brother, there will be no problem.” Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man hurried to comfort himself.

“Hey, Brother Lu! Don't you know what happened to me? Maybe I'll live another hundred or two years before I get hurt last time, no problem. But now that the wounds have healed, this loss of energy can no longer be remedied by sitting alone.” The silver-haired old man shook his head and said calmly.

“Brother!” Lu, a middle-aged man, was told that his face had changed and what else did he want to say?

But the old man waved, interrupting and continued:

“Even if I haven't fought my way out of this fight, I'll last 50 or 60 years at most. No need to comfort me with that, there is no doubt. Otherwise, why am I so eager to pull Brother Han into the Cloud Sect? And deliberately handed him over. You know, under normal circumstances, you are anxious to pull each other closer to the door, and you should also carefully check each other's history before you say it. Now, however, it turns out that my judgment is correct, and that this man, although a bit tortuous in history, is not without purpose to us.” The silver-haired old man said slowly.

“The last disciple sent by Brother Han really found out where Brother Han came from?” Lu's middle-aged man couldn't help overhearing this.

“Not bad, though Brother Han is vague about his history. But by his name, his appearance and his foreign origins alone, the clues. I sent several disciples into the country to sneak around and finally get a clear idea of our brother Han's origins. You may not believe it, by the way. Our brother Han was a foundational monk in Huang Feng Valley, Vietnam, more than a hundred years ago, and he looked a little famous when he was a foundational disciple. He was said to have killed many brothers of the same rank in a monastic battle that year by himself. But then, when Huang Feng Valley collapsed, the old fox monster, who had always raped like a ghost, somehow looked away and treated our brother Han as an abandoned son. Later, the Han brother disappeared without a message. Somewhere he had been practicing under a secret name until recently, when he suddenly appeared. And with the later cultivation of knottans, we also built Yuanbao in the Luyunzhong. Looks like this is a blank time, but it should be something else.” The old man said calmly.

“Be an abandoned son. That's kind of funny. A disciple in the door who was thrown away was a rare cultivation genius in a millennium, from foundation cultivation to Yuan Baby in a short period of time. I want the Fox Monster to know about this. Will he jump? After all, Huang Feng Valley's life in the Nine Kingdoms Alliance is not very good right now. He alone is too reluctant to support an old ghost. And if I remember correctly, he seems to be a monk of the same period as his brother, and Shouwon doesn't have many more.” Lu's middle-aged man's mouth hung with a slight smile, sarcastically.

“Nice, Old Fox is a little older than I am. But the old man is well versed in health care, and Shouwon is a little longer in relative terms. And in the name of its former Baby Brother, Huang Maple Valley will not have much of a problem, at least until it is naturalized. And I had the same concerns about Falling Cloud Sect. If I go, I'm really scared that my brother won't be able to hear me alone! ”

“If we hadn't occupied such a spiritual mountain sanctuary as Yunmengshan, we would have kept Yunzhong prosperous enough by ourselves. But now Zongney's strength is just a little weak, I'm afraid there will be a lot of red Zongmen jumping out. According to my original intentions, I wanted to warn my brother. After I go, I will voluntarily withdraw from Yunmeng Mountain in order to avoid a major robbery in this section. But now that Brother Han is in, it's all different. ”

“Though this Master Han seems to be a hard-won practitioner in pursuit of Immortality, he doesn't seem to care much about the Gate. But the more so, the more reassuring I am. As long as we cage this person, it's not a massive robbery that hasn't happened in 10,000 years, we'll be safe in the millennium.” The old man with silver hair twisted his hand and a pair of breasts with the appearance of bamboo.

“However, even though Master Han is practicing magic talent, after all, he is too young, but he is still a newly condensed Yuan Baby. I really don't know how the true divine talent is?” The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, but said a little worried.

“Well, you're worried I'm a little too. After all, there are some hard-won cultivators. They don't want to waste any time practicing any powerful magic. They are just dedicated to pursuing the advancement of the realm. Such a monk, though deeply practiced, could not be defeated by a monk or two. Although I don't think this Master Han looks like such a hard worker, he still needs to try it. So go to the trade fair this time. I chose to stay in the door and let you accompany Brother Han on this trip.” The silver-haired old man revealed a mysterious colour, he said.

“Brother, do you mean?” The middle-aged man heard the story and said a little suddenly.

When the old man smiled slightly and was about to say something else, the mist in front of him suddenly rolled over. The old man stopped silently at this moment.

Middle-aged people are equally silent.

The fog of the clouds gently leaned one side to the other, and a passage appeared on its own. Without hesitation, they walked in side by side and gradually disappeared into the fog.

……

Three months later, Heavenly South Centennial's biggest trade fair will be held in Yu Guo, the northernmost part of Heavenly South.

Built in the deep mountains of the country, the city is home to the General Forum of the Alliance of Nine Kingdoms and the only city of the Brothers in Tianan.

The city is inhabited by men, women and children, all with spiritual roots. There are six or seven of the city's oldest monsters in the Nine Kingdoms over the Middle Age alone. Enough to destroy any monk looking for something or provocation on the spot.

Therefore, neither the Orthodox Path, nor the Alliance of Heaven nor the rugged dispersion dare to cause too much trouble here.

And a month or two before the first South trade fair, the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, the owner of the East, began to lift most of the ban on the city's famous Great Protective City Formation "Upper Yuan Light Extinguishing Array”.

Because by then, some distant monks had come to the city, and even some desperate monks had set up stalls early in some of the city's fang cities. There really are other monks who went up there to bargain.

After all, in the days when the trade fair was officially held, although there were many treasures and various rare materials lay out, it was by no means affordable by ordinary monks. If you really want to buy the right materials that are slightly rarer, look for them earlier.

Slightly cooler, the city soon became busy, as if it were an ordinary city in the common room.

Just walking on both sides of the city streets is a fairy cultivator with no low boundaries.

And the only currency used to buy and sell money is Spirit Stone.

The only auction house in the city, also run by the League of Nine, has also begun to receive auctions and valuations for a variety of rare items.

The whole Heavenly City grew hotter.

By the time it was only half moon away from the trade fair, three lights were flying towards the city, thousands of miles away.

It was only a little closer to the light that it was clear that there were three brothers, one male and one female.

One of the glamorous and beautiful women, next to a young man in a green shirt with a normal face, looked quite intimate.

The other was a middle-aged man in a blue shirt with floating sleeves. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)