A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

After a night in the woods, the next day Han Li hid Tiansha's body and headed straight for Mount Wanling.

Yesterday, before he found Purple Spirit and others, he found no sign of the disciples of Tianjin Gate in the city. Therefore, although the token given by the elder of Tianjin Gate was held in his hand, it could not be used for a while, let alone found Nanhuohou.

It seems that either Master Tian Chi Gate has another place to live, or the people of this gateway are still here in the future.

Han Li was not in a hurry. He was going to go near Wanling Mountain to find a place to temporarily settle down and refine some knotted puppets.

He who has those two rings in his hand will not find them, and it is estimated that Nanhuo will also come to the door on his own initiative.

Until now, it is also clear to Han Li that the Arctic Yuan light in each other's mouth is definitely not at the entrance of the outer valley, and most of it appears in the passage into the inner valley.

Otherwise, the Ghost Gate will be capable of one day, and hundreds of monks will not be able to escape the northern lights into the valley at the same time.

Han Li pondered, turning into a green rainbow and moving forward hastily.

At the speed of Han Li, a moment later, the city of Yehuacheng, far away, disappeared and left for tens of miles.

Flying at the current speed to the vicinity of Mount Wanling is only a small half day's work.

I've heard that several fang cities near Mount Wanling have already opened up. Han Li immediately went to these factories to acquire some refined puppet materials.

Han Li once obtained almost a medium parcel of rare material accumulated in the battle for the border and with the Mulan's inherited ancient lamp. These nearly tens of millions of spirit stone materials are enough to allow Han Li to produce a daunting number of high-end puppets.

So what he went to Fangcheng to buy, instead, was some common material for refining puppets.

As for the Upper Ancient Baby Puppet, which he was eager to refine, although two or three more missing materials were found in the Qianzhu Church in the Far West, they were not all collected. There is also a material called "Blood Phoenix", which has never been collected.

This material is a rare top-level refiner material. It's not as hard to get as a heg, but it's also priceless. When will it be collected, we'll only have to take our chances.

Fortunately, Han Li has already instructed Yunzheng's disciple to keep an eye on it. If there is any news of this material, be sure to take it or simply notify him in a timely manner. It is only a matter of time before we gather it together. But before entering the Valley of the Fallen, there was simply no time.

All of a sudden, Han Li moved and paused for a moment, slowing down.

Because not far ahead is the spiritual turbulence, the glow flashes, there are monks fighting hard.

Han Li frowned, but did not care.

Now dragons and snakes mingle here, no one to preside over the big picture, enemies meet, it is also normal to fight a battle.

Using Han Lixiu as his wink, he approached them within hundreds of husbands, and these monks still struggled blindly with their own hands.

Four males and one female, divided into two opposing parties.

Han glanced at them and saw that they were all mended during the knotting period, and most of them appeared to be in the early and mid-knotting period. However, the two sides seemed to have a lot of complaints. Not only did Fabo dance in the sky, but the various figurines in his hand kept bursting against the blast.

But one of the two men and one of the women was completely depressed by the other two brothers. But this is not the opposite monks, because the magic is deeper than they are, but the two monks, one taller and one shorter, actually drive hundreds of giant moths, surrounding the two men and one woman in the middle.

These horrible moths, the size of the palms, swinging between their wings, must have been sprayed with colorful poison powder. Half the energy of the three people across the street is used to protect themselves from the storm. Coupled with these two men-modified pharaoh clamps, the three men and women were overwhelmed and naturally invincible.

However, Han glanced at the three men and women in the downwind, but it was not always possible to make a real distinction between victory and failure.

And with these people's cultivation, besides the silver treasure and golden scroll treasure offered by the poisonous moth and a golden jade, Han Li took a closer look, other monks' struggles naturally did not fall into Han Li's eyes.

Han Li was not interested in meddling, although he did not know what the monks were. Trying to ignore the flash of obsolescence, his eyes turned and suddenly found a yellow maple leaf embroidery on Naju's cuffs.

“Yellow Maple Valley?” Han Li stunned and was somewhat surprised. Then his eyes swept twice on Confucianism's face, and his color moved as one.

But just a moment later, the two monks who greatly prevailed in the struggle finally discovered Han Liguang, who had deceived hundreds of fathers.

Two monks who drove the poisonous moth were shocked and rushed to sweep away with their senses, and at the same time their faces changed dramatically.

“I don't know which senior came here, and the younger disciple of the Sovereign Sovereign Sect joined the senior.” The two short and tall monks rushed to collect Fabao and left only poisonous moths and tangled with the three male and female monks, and flew far aside to give a gift to Han Li.

“Sovereign Sect! You two are monks?” Upon hearing this, Han Li simply flew over them, stopping the light and revealing his figure.

“You are Han Senpai of Fall Cloud Sect!” One of the tall monks, when he saw Han Li's true face clearly, immediately lost his voice and exclaimed, he recognized Han Li.

“Do you recognize me?” Han looked at the man and said lightly.

“Later generations have participated in border warfare and have seen Senior Han exhibit magic.” The monk of the Spiritual Sect was very disturbed, but he appeared to be more respectful in reply.

“You know me well. I don't want to get involved with your younger generations. But I had an old relationship with Huang Feng Valley, and you took away the spiritual worms, and that was the end of today's fight.” Han Li was also polite. After his eyes flashed, he opened the door and said directly.

When Han Li said this, they looked at each other and couldn't help but look at each other in the face.

“What, are you two Daoists embarrassed?” Han Li's face sank and his breath got a little bad.

“Since my predecessors ordered it, my predecessors naturally obey me.” Tall monks are also very clever. At first sight, Han Li's expression came to a halt and he "snapped” and called himself confused. Since this man is involved in this matter. They had room for hesitation and said yes immediately.

Then he glanced at the other monk, and the two of them pinched their hands, hurriedly struck a way out, while sacrificing two sacrificial beast bags into the air.

Suddenly, the three men and women were entwined with poisonous moths, and they flew into the air, and a bunch of bees went into the bag of spiritual beasts in the air.

The three male and female monks naturally saw Han Li a long time ago, but were just attacked by poison powder from the poison moth and did not hear the words of Han Li's conversation with his opponent. But now, inexplicably, we are out of trouble, and naturally we know that there must be a connection between Han Li and the new invasion.

After the three people were delighted, they looked at each other and rushed to Han Li.

But at this moment, the two Sovereign Demons were either afraid of Han Li or unwilling to stay with the three male and female brothers, and said carefully to Han Li:

“Don't you know what else Senior has to say to Senior? Seniors must do their best. ”

“Nothing happened. You two can leave now.” Han Li seemed to have guessed the thoughts of the two of them, with a wave of hands.

“The late man said goodbye first.” Upon hearing the words, such as the words of amnesty, the two men hurriedly gave a gift to Han Li and immediately turned into two green lights, fleeing to the far realm of the sky.

At that time, the three of them had just flown in.

The three men naturally looked at each other in surprise when they saw the escape of the monks of the Spirit Sect. Then the middle-aged Confucius, led by him, gave his salute and said with a humble face:

“Thank you for your help, my three brothers and sisters are so grateful. Don't know your name?” At first sight, Han Li was so young, his heart was surprised, but he felt that Han Li looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

“Are you Brother Wong Maple Valley?” Instead of answering each other, Han Li asked unemotionally.

“Latter-dayer Huang Feng Gu Chen Qiaotian. This is my brothers and sisters in the Knife Wood disciples. Did the elder know the Fox Master?” The Confucian said carefully. He met Han Li, who was not a six-party tall man he knew, but helped, naturally feeling that the former infant elder would only help if he had a relationship with Fox Ancestor.

“Chen Qiaotian! Are you from the Chen clan?” Han Li's face has a strange color on it.

“Seniors know about the seniors' family?” The Confucian was surprised and stunned.

Han Li silenced down, only to recalculate Confucian eyes. This made the three people across the street a little restless.

“The Chen clan is one of the three great Huang Feng Gu Xian clans, how could I not know? What is your relationship with Chen Qiaoqian?” Han Li exhaled softly and asked softly.

“Do you know my sister?” Confucianism stayed put and said with surprise.

“Chen Qiaoqian is your sister?” Although Han Li guessed a few points, he was surprised to hear the other person say so.

Confucius couldn't even touch his head. He didn't know what the relationship was between the tall man in front of him and his own sister.

“How's Chen Qiaoqian?” Han Li's color was indefinite for half a day, but he asked softly.

“My sister, who is not a friar of the knots, died more than a hundred years ago after suffering a strange illness.” Chen Qiao replied strangely.

“Died! ”

Han Li sniffed and mumbled in a low and unheard voice. He couldn't help but notice the beauty of Chen Qiaoqian as a flower. And recalling the last scene of the woman and her own volcanic voice, people could not help but stay where they are, some dementia.

“Do seniors know little girls?” Chen Qiaotian saw Han Li's face so strange, half a while later, he still couldn't bear to ask.

“Of course I do! When I last saw your sister, I heard she was about to marry someone. It was just a monastic invasion, and I wondered if her wedding date was on schedule.” Han Li said calmly, reluctantly accepting the faint pity in his heart. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)