A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“Can't you forget the Kungwu Mountain Magic Robbery and the Little Polar Palace Demon Beast more than 200 years ago? If you are correct, Han Daoyou personally participated in these two momentous events and played a number of roles.” Flaming bamboo said.

“Kungwu Mountain, Little Polar Palace? Is this the man the Yin Zong and the Little Polar Palace have been chasing?” As soon as the Silver Robe monk heard this, he was shocked and looked back at Han Li.

“So many years have passed. Someone else remembered something about Han back then. What, do you want me to take them down and give them to them?” Han Li was abnormal in calm and seemed to identify the bamboo, something had long been expected.

“Ha ha, Brother Han is not kidding. The Yin Zong and the Little Polar Palace are not small, but how can the Cabinet do such an unpleasant thing when it has nothing to do with us? However, Brother Han is famous for a long time. I heard that the dry old demons of the Yin Dynasty and the cold of the Little Pole Palace are all friends of the Lords. I don't know if this is true.” After hearing Han Li confess, the fat man suddenly chirped and smiled a little and became a little forced.

“There were other reasons for what happened back then. As for the dry old devil and the cold people, even if I say no now, I'm afraid some of my friends won't believe it.” The corner of Han Li's mouth was filled with a slight smile, he replied.

“I heard that Brother Han was still in the middle of Yuan Baby. If all the rumors were true, Taoists could kill the two Archbishops with this state of affairs. Now in the later stages, wouldn't it be even more astonishing to be alone? Poor monks are more thankful to consult with Daoyou.” The silver monk's color changed several times, and he said so in a condescending manner.

“Master Yuan Zhi, you don't have to do this! Since Brother Han really wants to buy the method of mustard space refining, this council cannot discuss one or two.” Hearing the monk's words, he was shocked and anxious to dissuade him.

Looks like after knowing that Han Li was the mysterious monk who had been sensationalising for a long time, the chief of the Tianjin Palace changed his mind. He didn't want this elder to fight Han Li anymore.

“Suffering Taoist friends do not have to persuade Old Taoist, even if there is no mustard space, poor monks must consult with Han Taoist friends. After all, the poor monk stayed in the late Yuan Baby for a long time, and was about to communicate with some of his peers to see if he could learn anything from it. Han Daoyou will not let go of this opportunity if there are rumours that he is so powerful.” The monk in the silver robe stared at Han Li and said something like this.

When the monk in the silver robe said this, his face was stretched out at a painful moment, and he turned his head and glanced at the flaming bamboo beside him.

“The giver does not have to filter! If it's just all about empathy, Yuan Zhi's brother and Han Daoyou won't have any accidents. Communicating one or two is fine. To be honest, the poor monks also very much want to see one or two of Tianan's great magic tricks.” The juvenile monk smiled.

When the fat old man heard the rumor, he was silent.

“You know where Han came from!” Hearing the flaming bamboo mention of Tianan, Han Li's heart turned gloomy and gloomy.

“Brother Han doesn't have to be surprised. Although Daoyou is naturally mysterious in the eyes of ordinary monks, it is not difficult to trace for our ten main gates of Orthodox Demons. Do you really think Yin Lo Zong and Xiao Ji Palace can't find out where they're from? However, they are afraid of Taoist gods, and now they pretend not to know. After all, in addition to the loss of an archbishop, there were many other former infant elders who had fallen, and now they are busy dealing with other forces spying on both, which will also cause trouble for Taoists. Otherwise, Taoist would not have been so stable in Tianan over the years.” Bamboo seemed to know what Han Lixin was thinking, but he didn't say it slowly.

“That's true, I don't know about the other sects, but most of the Yin Zong should know where I came from. However, since it is not about mustard space, I am not interested in dealing with my fellow brothers at random, unless Taoist promises that if he is fortunate enough to win Master Yuan Zhi, the Cabinet will be willing to trade out the refining method.” Han Li's color slowed down.

The monk in the silver robe heard the words and couldn't help but look at the fat old man.

The master of the heavenly pavilion turned gloomy and uncertain, but half a while later he figured out something and smiled back:

“Since Han Daoyou is so confident. How can you push someone again? As long as Brother Han and Master Yuanzhi took the upper hand in the consultation, there is no obstacle to the refining secrets of this mustard space. ”

He actually said yes.

“Just have a bitter Taoist friend. Then some Han teaches Master Yuan Ji's magic talent. Honestly, I am also very curious about Buddhist secrets. I hope the master won't let Han down.” Han Li laughed, stood up immediately and said without hesitation.

To put it this way, the friars of Knightan who stood on both sides were all in a commotion, and some could not hide the excitement on their faces.

And the bamboo monk was laughing beside him, looking too tall to be measured.

The monk in the silver robe frowned and laughed coldly, but Joya's face was a little more than brazen.

“With two Daoyou Divine Connections, fighting in this temple is naturally somewhat impossible to carry out. Why don't we go outside and have a little consultation? For the two Daoists, the no-fly of the district is naturally not difficult to defeat.” I weighed the bitterness, "he suggested.

“Naturally, the poor monks have no problem!” The Silver Monk slowly lowered his head.

“Then according to the Lord of the Pavilion.” Han Li looks like he doesn't care.

Then the group immediately walked out of the main hall and came to the gate again.

The rest of them stood still on the ground, while Han Lihe and the Silver Robe monk, one surrounded by green light flashed, turned into a green rainbow flying up into the sky, the other produced white lotus flowers under his feet, lifted them up gently, and slowly vacated.

After a moment, they stood separately above the temple, facing each other dozens of feet apart.

And the monk in the silver robe stared at Han Li for a moment, suddenly a Buddha in his mouth, and a light gold light appeared on his face.

Han Li saw the scene, his lazy face was restrained, his brow wrinkled suddenly asked:

“Master Yuanzhi is Buddhist Diamond Protection. Is it not the mythical King's decision to practice? ”

“Oh, I didn't expect Daoist to understand our Buddhist kung fu. It is precisely this decision that Han Daoyou practiced. He also asked Han Daoyou to point one or two more points.” The monk in the silver robe heard Han Li shout out the name of his method of exercising his kung fu. At first, it was a bang, but he immediately said proudly.

Seeing his hands together, Sanskrit mouth exit, a light silver symbol floated directly from his silver robe, at the same time, not only his face, his skin began to turn pale gold color, for a time as if the gold body Luohan had been born.

Han Li's face remained the same, but his heart was pounding.

This manifestation of the other party, when the Ming Wang definitely cultivated the signs of the fourth level. This suggests that the body of the other party is already comparable to that of an ordinary pharmacopoeia. If the ordinary flying sword is about to be cut off, I'm afraid the other party can resist empty-handed fisting.

Naturally, however, it cannot be their opponent if the other party has only this level.

Immediately, the sleeve of speechless running trembled, suddenly a clear sound, dozens of golden flying swords came out of their cuffs and turned into a ruler long sword light, unsettled in front of them.

Then Han Li similarly ruled out the exit and gently poured into the air.

With all the swordlight trembling, the golden magnification instantly turned into hundreds of ordinary swordlights, slightly dancing, the golden sword is almost half full of sky, like a brilliant golden wave, the sound is amazing.

The bitterness of watching the battle below, as well as other knotted monks, can't help but change their face at first sight.

Without the need for this Korean Brother to do any more magic, just so many swordlights rolling in together, I'm afraid the average Yuan Baby Brother will never be able to resist.

The monk in the silver robe opposite saw the scene, but he did not move. He only lifted his hands, and there were two colors of red and green spiritual flashes in his hand. He actually appeared a few feet long red and red Zen wand and a string of green and lush Buddha beads.

At this point, opposite Han Li's hands pinched, hundreds of swords buzzed, turned into a golden glow, and the flying swept.

“Good to see you! ”

The monk in the silver robe drank loudly and suddenly lifted his hand. The red and red meditation wand turned into a red and red dragon, facing directly across the street. The green beads in the other hand were also sacrificed. After lighting the green light flashed, it turned into a green screen and protected it inside.

Then this Buddhist monk overhauled his eyes, his hands constantly switched their fingerprints, and it seemed like he was going to perform some kind of superb magic trick.

The red dragon shook its head under its tail and stuck one of its heads in Jinxia, which had been transformed by Bamboo Cloud Swords.

I don't know what material this wand body is made of. Although the dragon's body was instantly cut by hundreds of swordlights at the same time, under the interweaving of golden red light, it wasn't cut into pieces by the swordlights that participated in the hedgehog. Instead, it didn't want to show the weak Zhang fang dancing claws, died in Jinxia tearing bite and fluttering, no wind appeared to fall.

“Ten Thousand Years Fire Coral!” Han Li saw the situation, muttered, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Though the sword is brilliantly integrated with heptathrin, there are naturally several other materials in the human world that are completely resistant to it. These 10,000 years of fire corals are one of them.

It's just that this material is scarce, and I'm afraid it's harder to find than heptane. The Zen wand of this former wisdom monk was actually refined with this material and appears to be not underrepresented. Otherwise, there can be no resistance to so many swords being slashed and safe.

Han Li was surprised, but his bamboo bee cloud sword was not entirely won by rhythm. Immediately, a small part of the sword light continued to haunt the red dragon, and most of them circled from one side to the other, turning into a dao jin mang straight to the monk laser.

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