Self-cultivation of the villain prince

Han Xiuming's appearance is light, but he was surprised inwardly.The elder Feng just made a move with the strength of the eighth floor of the Heaven Realm just now, and didn't use any clever moves, but he was a little hard to fight against.

If it were not for the help of Yin and God, perfect control of the body's power, and he used some methods that the other party had never heard of, otherwise it was Han Xiuming who had suffered just now.

"Is the current martial arts so strong..." Han Xiuming said in surprise.

However, this is not the time to think about these things.

Han Xiuming stared straight at the white-haired old man leaning on the recliner, and asked in a flat tone: "The helper asked Han to come over, it shouldn't be just a test."

Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen

Ye Yaxi is now more than one hundred and sixty years old. Although he is not in the same era as Han Xiuming, he is not far from it.

He has lived from the Dagan dynasty to the present, and can be said to be a living fossil that has witnessed historical changes.

But now he is a candle in the wind, and the dark wounds left by his early battles with others have become his reminders, and they have been eating away at his few lives.

But at this moment, Storm Sword Ye Yaxi suddenly invited Han Ruo to the Sanjiang Gang, and even some high-level members in the gang felt that this was trying to leave a legacy.

Even Han Xiuming thought so. He felt that Elder Feng's shot just now was just to test his strength and whether he was qualified to become a closed disciple of Jingtao Sword.

Is this really true?

Ye Yaxi smiled gently at everyone, and then held back everyone except Han Xiuming.

"Xiaoyou Han, please come with me..." He got up from the deck chair and walked to a room in the courtyard.

Han Xiuming had been paying attention all the time, and he found that the other party's footsteps were a bit vain, completely unlike a concentrating master.

Even if he was...

No wait...

A question arose in Han Xiuming's heart.

'Am I old and dead?'

He can't remember it!

In shock, following Ye Yaxi into the room, Han Xiuming didn't notice when the door was closed.

"Ahem..." Ye Yaxi suddenly coughed twice. He poured two cups of tea and then greeted Han Xiuming to sit down.

Han Xiuming took distractions and wanted to deal with the master in front of him for the time being.

"Xiaoyou Han...no, speaking of seniority, should I call you senior?"

Ye Yaxi's words sounded like a bolt from the blue sky in Han Xiuming's ears.

His eyes were round and he looked at each other blankly, the deepest secret in his heart was dug out face to face, and the biting cold made him shudder.

At this moment, he almost wanted to shoot Ye Yaxi.

But the intuition from Yinshen told him that if he did it, Han Xiuming would be killed in the next second.

Ye Yaxi drank a cup of tea slowly, her tone still calm and light: "Don't be so surprised, who doesn't have a few secrets?"

Han Xiuming panted lightly, cold sweat appeared on his forehead, he took a deep breath and said, "What the helper is saying, Han does not understand."

"Little friend...no, it doesn't matter if the seniors don't understand, after all, it's normal for the ears to be back and the brain to be inflexible."

Old Onmyoji!

Han Xiuming didn't expect to be retaliated by someone so soon.

"The helper has something to say straight." He said as if giving up struggling.

Ye Yaxi squinted slightly, and after taking a sip of the tea, he said unhurriedly, "Which era is the senior? According to my master's schedule, it should be almost two hundred years ago, right?"

"Han can't understand the helper's words." Han Xiuming insisted.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand this..." Ye Yaxi's voice gradually became low, and then asked a question Han Xiuming had just thought about: "Senior still remember how he died?"

Han Xiuming was silent.

It wasn't until just now that he suddenly realized that there was a problem with his memory, and he didn't even remember how he died.

I haven't thought about this problem before, as if it was disturbed by some invisible force.

"My soul was touched..." He quickly realized the reason.

Ye Yaxi's words didn't stop, he was still talking about himself.

"Since I knew Master when I was a teenager, he has been studying the so-called art of longevity."

"I don't know where he came from, or what realm he is. I can only guess his trace from some things."

"And now, he succeeded."

Ye Yaxi suddenly pointed his finger at Han Xiuming, and then pointed at himself: "You, me, and even more people are the products of his research on the art of longevity."

Han Xiuming was horrified by the words, he still did not speak, but the cold sweat on his forehead was dripping more and more, and his hands were trembling constantly.

"However, our test products are all defective."

"We seem to be normal, but in fact we are all dead soon."

Han Xiuming swallowed involuntarily, even with a trembling voice: "Impossible..."

"Since you are also the Master of Concentration, you should know that even the heavens have a life limit... the art of longevity does not exist!"

"What kind of guinea pig... are you lying to me?"

Ye Yaxi sneered suddenly, seeming to be surprised by Han Xiuming's answer.

"At this point, don't you believe it?"

"Well, Master, he only came to you a few days ago. The time is still short. It is normal for you to see no problem."

Ye Yaxi took out a porcelain mutton jade bottle from his cuff while talking.

Han Xiuming suddenly increased his vigilance.

Ye Yaxi opened the porcelain bottle and found a pure white pill from inside: "Don't worry, I just wanted to cultivate an ally."

He held the pill in his palm, and then gently held it, and the pill suddenly turned into countless powder.

The strong medicinal scent suddenly spread to the entire room. With just one scent, Han Xiuming felt a faint desire for the true energy in his body.