Before the group flew to the stone gate, the yellow-clothed monk's token light dispersed, and the passage disappeared without a trace.
Follow it.This person glanced at the few people and said coldly.
Then he bounced his fingers continuously, formed complicated handprints with both hands, then turned around suddenly, raised his hands, and two red and yellow thorns shot out of his hands, directly hitting the stone door full of restrictions.
Suddenly, the runes flashed one by one at the end of the cyan door, and amid a low buzzing sound, the door slowly opened, revealing a long square passage inside.
The monk in yellow strode in without saying a word.The others looked at each other and followed closely.
Han Li walked among the disciples, looking straight, but in fact his spiritual sense scanned everything nearby.
This square passage looks like it was directly dug out from the abdomen of this mountain. Not only is the four walls extremely smooth, but there must be some profound and difficult-to-understand talismans on the wall for every few steps.
Although he could not study them in detail for a while, he also knew that these things were by no means used as decorations.
The passage was not long, and after only about a hundred feet of walking, everyone lit up and appeared in a neat stone hall, about fifty or sixty feet wide and about seven or eight feet high, not small.
In the middle of the stone hall, there is a blue stone platform several feet large, with ten vertical marks interlaced, and it turned out to be a huge chess board, with black and white chess pieces all over the plate, which seemed to be at the most critical point.
On both sides of the chessboard, an old man and a young man were sitting cross-legged with a black and white son in his hands.
The old man is a long-faced old man in brocade clothes, looking about in his fifties.
The few are only seven or eight years old, with red lips and white teeth, as if they were reincarnated by a jade boy.
Uncle Lan!How could you be here?When the monk surnamed Bai saw the boy, he suddenly shouted out in a lost voice, and then hurriedly stepped forward to worship.
Uncle Lan?
The old man in gray and the middle-aged monk from Baiqiaoyuan were stunned when he saw a strange boy here, but when he heard the name of the monk named Bai, his expression changed drastically. When he saw the boy's little braids and his hands were wearing golden rings, a rumored senior figure suddenly appeared in his mind.
Juniors Du Hui and Yu Shan'an pay homage to Senior Lan!The two of them were shocked and hurriedly bowed without thinking.
Get up, don’t you see that Mr. Hu and I are at the critical point? Don’t speak out, wait until I finish playing this game.The boy has a delicate skin and tender voice, but his words are old-fashioned and generous.
Obey the order!The monk surnamed Bai and three other monks, including the Jindan, agreed without thinking, and then stood nearby with their hands down, not daring to show any dissatisfaction.
The old man with a long-faced face who played chess with the boy smiled bitterly at the three of them, but did not say anything.
As for the monk in yellow, he stood behind the boy in a regular manner since entering the stone hall, as if he was holding the rituals of his disciples.
When the young monks who followed in, they heard that these three masters actually called the seven or eight-year-old child in front of them as their uncle, they were immediately in a commotion.
What does this title mean? How could these disciples in Qi Refining Stage not knowing? They immediately opened their eyes wide and stared at the boy with great excitement.
The moment Han Li saw this boy, he was also shocked.This is a real early stage monk in the Nascent Soul stage. How could he appear here?
However, he then regained his calmness.
Although he is not the opponent of the early stage of the Nascent Soul cultivator, it is not difficult to escape from the opponent.
Besides, he believed that the other party was here, and it should not be for him.
Therefore, Han Li's face remained unchanged on the surface, but he thought silently in his heart what changes would the other party's appearance bring to his plan.
In the end, the boy and the old man with long face played for nearly a quarter of an hour. The old man with long face pushed the chessboard and said respectfully: Senior Lan has excellent chess skills, and his disciples are not his opponents, so he is willing to give up the disadvantage!
When the boy heard this, he showed a hint of joy on his face, but then his black eyes rolled and said suspiciously: Mr. Hu, you didn’t intend to give in!I have agreed with you that I must not keep my hands on playing chess with me.
How dare I deceive my seniors? It is because my seniors are indeed far better than before.When the old man with long face heard this, his face seemed to be a little longer and he hurriedly spoke to tell.
Hehe, I also feel that my chess skills have improved a lot compared to before.It seems that there is no time to compete with the chess masters in the secular world.When the boy heard this, his smile became even more.
Okay, put away the chess pieces, we are going to do the important things.The boy suddenly stopped smiling and said with a change of tone.
Then he twisted his tiny body and faced the monks who had been waiting for a long time. He blinked his big eyes, which were clearly distinct from black and white, swept the faces of several monks in the Jingdan stage one by one, and his eyes fell on the faces of the Confucian scholars.
Mr. Bai, how many years have you been joining the Gujian Sect?The boy asked slowly.
The younger generation has been in the game for more than a hundred years.The monk surnamed Bai was stunned when he heard this, a little confused, but he still replied honestly.
More than a hundred years!It's really a bit difficult for you.A strange color flashed across the boy's face and he sighed lightly.
Uncle Master, what do you mean?The green-robed Confucian scholar's face changed slightly, but he immediately said with a forced smile.
What's the meaning?As the close disciple of the Lord of the Master of the Zhengdao Haoran Pavilion, you have been in this sect for such a time. Our ancient sword sect can't tolerate you, the great god.Have you ever thought about going back to see Master Ling Ah?The boy stared at the Confucian scholar and said in a cold voice.
When the Confucian scholar surnamed Bai heard the boy's words, his face turned pale.
The old man in gray and the middle-aged monk from Baiqiaoyuan who were beside him shot a shocked look in his eyes, and at the same time, he subconsciously left the monk named Bai for a few steps.
Fellow Daoist Bai, is what Senior Lan said true?The middle-aged monk asked in disbelief.
The Confucian scholar surnamed Bai's face turned red and white, and he didn't tell anything.
Since the uncle had even checked the following record clearly, it seemed that Bai had no use to deny it.However, I won’t surrender!After a while of ugly expression, the Confucian scholar finally spoke.
But as soon as the last word "catch" was released, a white light flashed on his body, and he shot backwards like a crossbow arrow into the group of disciples behind him. As soon as he grabbed it, a white hand immediately covered one of them.
It was Meng Di, a young man in black who had the Nine Spirit Sword Body!
What are you doing?The old man in gray and the middle-aged monk immediately roared, and there was a flash of light on his body, as if he was trying to rescue him, but he was obviously one step late.
Meng Di was shocked and raised his hand and released a fierce sword energy and slashed hard at his big hand.
However, the cultivation of the two was too different. The sword energy could not hurt him at all when he slashed his hands. Instead, it was crushed and shattered in a blink of an eye.
Seeing that Meng Di was about to be captured by a Confucian scholar, the monk surnamed Bai trembled and fell to the ground with a sudden slightest affair.
The light hand immediately turned into a ball of light, disappearing without a trace.
Meng Di couldn't help but stand in a daze, at a loss.
snort!If you practice Taibai Qizhe from this sect, you will be good at practicing it.But you forgot that I am not really here to play chess.The boy rubbed his hands expressionlessly and murmured.
Except for Han Li, no one in the stone hall saw how this boy took action or how he could control the Confucian scholar.
Han Li narrowed his eyes and looked at the Confucian scholar who could not afford to rise, then looked at the boy again, and a strange look flashed across his face.
While the Confucian scholar suddenly took action, he was surprised to find through his spiritual sense that a light red silk thread flashed out from the boy's foot. As a result, the silk thread shot into the Confucian scholar's body, the other party immediately turned over and fell.
At first, he thought this was a flying needle-like magic weapon, but after a glance at his spiritual sense, he was shocked to find that the light red silk thread contained a faint cold air, which was actually refined into silk by the sword energy.
This moved Han Li!
He had heard before that if a very skilled sword cultivator reaches a certain level, he can turn his sword into silk as he wishes, and can break all the methods with one sword!
Now, he can see it with his own eyes.
It is incredible to be able to cultivate the sword energy into such a way!
Master Hu locked him in the trapped dragon cave. He can't kill him for the time being. We old guys have to use him in another way!The boy tilted his slender neck and turned to the long-faced old man who had just played chess with him.
The old man with long face was shocked and said, after a few steps, he mentioned the Confucian scholar and entered through a side door in the stone hall and disappeared.
Seeing this, Han Li turned his eyes and glanced at Du Dong.
He seemed to look normal, but after careful attention, he found that his drooping hands were clenched into fists, which showed his nervousness.
Seeing this, Han Li smiled secretly and stopped caring about this person.
Follow it.This person glanced at the few people and said coldly.
Then he bounced his fingers continuously, formed complicated handprints with both hands, then turned around suddenly, raised his hands, and two red and yellow thorns shot out of his hands, directly hitting the stone door full of restrictions.
Suddenly, the runes flashed one by one at the end of the cyan door, and amid a low buzzing sound, the door slowly opened, revealing a long square passage inside.
The monk in yellow strode in without saying a word.The others looked at each other and followed closely.
Han Li walked among the disciples, looking straight, but in fact his spiritual sense scanned everything nearby.
This square passage looks like it was directly dug out from the abdomen of this mountain. Not only is the four walls extremely smooth, but there must be some profound and difficult-to-understand talismans on the wall for every few steps.
Although he could not study them in detail for a while, he also knew that these things were by no means used as decorations.
The passage was not long, and after only about a hundred feet of walking, everyone lit up and appeared in a neat stone hall, about fifty or sixty feet wide and about seven or eight feet high, not small.
In the middle of the stone hall, there is a blue stone platform several feet large, with ten vertical marks interlaced, and it turned out to be a huge chess board, with black and white chess pieces all over the plate, which seemed to be at the most critical point.
On both sides of the chessboard, an old man and a young man were sitting cross-legged with a black and white son in his hands.
The old man is a long-faced old man in brocade clothes, looking about in his fifties.
The few are only seven or eight years old, with red lips and white teeth, as if they were reincarnated by a jade boy.
Uncle Lan!How could you be here?When the monk surnamed Bai saw the boy, he suddenly shouted out in a lost voice, and then hurriedly stepped forward to worship.
Uncle Lan?
The old man in gray and the middle-aged monk from Baiqiaoyuan were stunned when he saw a strange boy here, but when he heard the name of the monk named Bai, his expression changed drastically. When he saw the boy's little braids and his hands were wearing golden rings, a rumored senior figure suddenly appeared in his mind.
Juniors Du Hui and Yu Shan'an pay homage to Senior Lan!The two of them were shocked and hurriedly bowed without thinking.
Get up, don’t you see that Mr. Hu and I are at the critical point? Don’t speak out, wait until I finish playing this game.The boy has a delicate skin and tender voice, but his words are old-fashioned and generous.
Obey the order!The monk surnamed Bai and three other monks, including the Jindan, agreed without thinking, and then stood nearby with their hands down, not daring to show any dissatisfaction.
The old man with a long-faced face who played chess with the boy smiled bitterly at the three of them, but did not say anything.
As for the monk in yellow, he stood behind the boy in a regular manner since entering the stone hall, as if he was holding the rituals of his disciples.
When the young monks who followed in, they heard that these three masters actually called the seven or eight-year-old child in front of them as their uncle, they were immediately in a commotion.
What does this title mean? How could these disciples in Qi Refining Stage not knowing? They immediately opened their eyes wide and stared at the boy with great excitement.
The moment Han Li saw this boy, he was also shocked.This is a real early stage monk in the Nascent Soul stage. How could he appear here?
However, he then regained his calmness.
Although he is not the opponent of the early stage of the Nascent Soul cultivator, it is not difficult to escape from the opponent.
Besides, he believed that the other party was here, and it should not be for him.
Therefore, Han Li's face remained unchanged on the surface, but he thought silently in his heart what changes would the other party's appearance bring to his plan.
In the end, the boy and the old man with long face played for nearly a quarter of an hour. The old man with long face pushed the chessboard and said respectfully: Senior Lan has excellent chess skills, and his disciples are not his opponents, so he is willing to give up the disadvantage!
When the boy heard this, he showed a hint of joy on his face, but then his black eyes rolled and said suspiciously: Mr. Hu, you didn’t intend to give in!I have agreed with you that I must not keep my hands on playing chess with me.
How dare I deceive my seniors? It is because my seniors are indeed far better than before.When the old man with long face heard this, his face seemed to be a little longer and he hurriedly spoke to tell.
Hehe, I also feel that my chess skills have improved a lot compared to before.It seems that there is no time to compete with the chess masters in the secular world.When the boy heard this, his smile became even more.
Okay, put away the chess pieces, we are going to do the important things.The boy suddenly stopped smiling and said with a change of tone.
Then he twisted his tiny body and faced the monks who had been waiting for a long time. He blinked his big eyes, which were clearly distinct from black and white, swept the faces of several monks in the Jingdan stage one by one, and his eyes fell on the faces of the Confucian scholars.
Mr. Bai, how many years have you been joining the Gujian Sect?The boy asked slowly.
The younger generation has been in the game for more than a hundred years.The monk surnamed Bai was stunned when he heard this, a little confused, but he still replied honestly.
More than a hundred years!It's really a bit difficult for you.A strange color flashed across the boy's face and he sighed lightly.
Uncle Master, what do you mean?The green-robed Confucian scholar's face changed slightly, but he immediately said with a forced smile.
What's the meaning?As the close disciple of the Lord of the Master of the Zhengdao Haoran Pavilion, you have been in this sect for such a time. Our ancient sword sect can't tolerate you, the great god.Have you ever thought about going back to see Master Ling Ah?The boy stared at the Confucian scholar and said in a cold voice.
When the Confucian scholar surnamed Bai heard the boy's words, his face turned pale.
The old man in gray and the middle-aged monk from Baiqiaoyuan who were beside him shot a shocked look in his eyes, and at the same time, he subconsciously left the monk named Bai for a few steps.
Fellow Daoist Bai, is what Senior Lan said true?The middle-aged monk asked in disbelief.
The Confucian scholar surnamed Bai's face turned red and white, and he didn't tell anything.
Since the uncle had even checked the following record clearly, it seemed that Bai had no use to deny it.However, I won’t surrender!After a while of ugly expression, the Confucian scholar finally spoke.
But as soon as the last word "catch" was released, a white light flashed on his body, and he shot backwards like a crossbow arrow into the group of disciples behind him. As soon as he grabbed it, a white hand immediately covered one of them.
It was Meng Di, a young man in black who had the Nine Spirit Sword Body!
What are you doing?The old man in gray and the middle-aged monk immediately roared, and there was a flash of light on his body, as if he was trying to rescue him, but he was obviously one step late.
Meng Di was shocked and raised his hand and released a fierce sword energy and slashed hard at his big hand.
However, the cultivation of the two was too different. The sword energy could not hurt him at all when he slashed his hands. Instead, it was crushed and shattered in a blink of an eye.
Seeing that Meng Di was about to be captured by a Confucian scholar, the monk surnamed Bai trembled and fell to the ground with a sudden slightest affair.
The light hand immediately turned into a ball of light, disappearing without a trace.
Meng Di couldn't help but stand in a daze, at a loss.
snort!If you practice Taibai Qizhe from this sect, you will be good at practicing it.But you forgot that I am not really here to play chess.The boy rubbed his hands expressionlessly and murmured.
Except for Han Li, no one in the stone hall saw how this boy took action or how he could control the Confucian scholar.
Han Li narrowed his eyes and looked at the Confucian scholar who could not afford to rise, then looked at the boy again, and a strange look flashed across his face.
While the Confucian scholar suddenly took action, he was surprised to find through his spiritual sense that a light red silk thread flashed out from the boy's foot. As a result, the silk thread shot into the Confucian scholar's body, the other party immediately turned over and fell.
At first, he thought this was a flying needle-like magic weapon, but after a glance at his spiritual sense, he was shocked to find that the light red silk thread contained a faint cold air, which was actually refined into silk by the sword energy.
This moved Han Li!
He had heard before that if a very skilled sword cultivator reaches a certain level, he can turn his sword into silk as he wishes, and can break all the methods with one sword!
Now, he can see it with his own eyes.
It is incredible to be able to cultivate the sword energy into such a way!
Master Hu locked him in the trapped dragon cave. He can't kill him for the time being. We old guys have to use him in another way!The boy tilted his slender neck and turned to the long-faced old man who had just played chess with him.
The old man with long face was shocked and said, after a few steps, he mentioned the Confucian scholar and entered through a side door in the stone hall and disappeared.
Seeing this, Han Li turned his eyes and glanced at Du Dong.
He seemed to look normal, but after careful attention, he found that his drooping hands were clenched into fists, which showed his nervousness.
Seeing this, Han Li smiled secretly and stopped caring about this person.
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