Back in his thatched hut, Han Yu took out a medium-grade rough stone and fed it to Qingteng.

Then he shook his cuffs and fed the bird a jade incense pill, only to see that it swallowed it and fell asleep groggily.

Han Yu didn't have any expectations for this little bird, he just wanted to give Tie Ying an explanation for the white and fat it raised, and hugged Tie Ying's thighs even tighter.

Han Yu thought about it for a while, and then decided to sign up for the trip to the secret place first. It's just that seeing that the person in charge of signing up is a white-faced scholar, Han Yu was a little surprised in his heart and wanted to find a reason to prevaricate.

And he was not surprised at all when he saw Han Yu.

He had already guessed that the old man surnamed Hong had taken Han Yu in for a trip to the secret land, and wanted him to try to see if he could pick the rare Qingling Fruit. It's just that he is not optimistic about Han Yu's strength, and without Fu Bao, Han Yu's level is only the top level of ordinary disciples.

Han Yu's strength is still at the tenth layer of qi refining, and he can only be regarded as the bottom in the secret place where masters gather, and he may be slapped to death as soon as he enters.

However, he did not block Han Yu's registration, and always left a trace of thought for Senior Brother Hong.

After Uncle Wang asked Han Yu to take his name, he kindly gave Han Yu the precautions in the secret place, such as not being able to fly, etc., and said it for half an hour before stopping.

Han Yu looked grateful, and waited for him to finish saying goodbye and leaving.

After going back, Han Yu greeted the old man surnamed Hong, saying that he had signed up to participate in the trip to the secret place.

The old man surnamed Hong was a little surprised when he knew this, he didn't expect that he would want to fight for his life with Qinglingguo, he also knew that Han Yu was cautious and must have something to rely on.

Han Yu told him not to tell the ugly aunt about this and planned to leave, but he didn't expect the old man to give him a pitch-black wooden box with poisonous needles as delicate as cow's hair.

This magic weapon was the one that was snatched in the ring that day.

Han Yu was slightly stunned after opening the wooden box, knowing the old man's character, he accepted it neatly. Han Yu is very fond of these Yin people's magic weapons, because they can often have incredible effects.

There were still three days left before the forbidden land, and Han Yu suddenly heard a crisp eighteen bells from the direction of the main hall, which made him a little confused.

When the letter that the scholar gave him was burned and asked him to quickly go to the main hall to gather, Han Yu suddenly realized.

When Han Yu came to the front of the main hall, he found that everyone's expressions were a little strange, and they were a little nervous in their excitement.

All the foundation building monks that Han Yu knew saw the figures, including the fat man who had a gambling contract in the Bibo Palace, and their expressions were extremely respectful and entered the main hall.

After a while, the monks guarding the door of the temple let their group of disciples who participated in the secret land enter the main hall.

As soon as he entered the main hall, Han Yu was slightly stunned.

I saw that dozens of foundation building monks in the main hall were silent, and they all looked at the person sitting on the main seat with respectful expressions.

Of course, this man was not the head of the Edgeworth Sect, as he was standing beneath the main seat. Sitting on the main seat was a small, thin old man.

The old man's face was dark, his small eyes were dull, and he was as ugly as Han Yu.

Han Yu stood in the corner and glanced at it secretly, and suddenly felt that the mana in his body was boiling, and his hands and feet were trembling slightly.

"Could this be ......" Han Yu remembered that he was not so embarrassed when he saw that the monks were not so embarrassed, and he faintly guessed the truth in his heart.

The old man couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw a group of Qi refining cultivators with shallow mana walking in.

Han Yu suddenly felt that his dantian had been pierced by thousands of fine needles, his heart was like pressing a boulder, and his breathing was a little short, as if even the flesh and blood had been seen through, and his face couldn't help but change drastically!

"Hey, you're a pretty good little doll. The old man glanced at Han Yu and said lightly.

Han Yu was horrified in his heart, and stood up under the gaze of a group of foundation building monks.

"Senior Miao praised. Han Yu replied respectfully, only hoping that the old man would shut up quickly.

The old man smiled slightly, then waved his hand lightly.

Han Yuru was pardoned and hurriedly stood back in the crowd, but countless pairs of eyes still swept over.

Han Yu didn't like this feeling of being focused, and silently shrank in the corner, but many foundation building monks had already kept Han Yu in their hearts.

The head of Yu was horrified in his heart, and he couldn't help but think of the fact that he had squeezed Han Yu Zhujidan when he was in Dabi.

The head of the Yu clan secretly decided in his heart that as long as he came back alive from his trip to the secret land, he would definitely supply Zhuji Dan to Han Yu!

After another cup of tea, a few strange foundation building monks came, all of whom respectfully stood aside.

Now the head of the Yu sect below swept slightly, and said respectfully: "Elder Qiqi, except for the fellow disciples who have special functions in the door, all the foundation building monks have arrived. ”

The old man swept his gaze slightly, frowned slightly, and said, "Okay, I don't have a big deal when I come back, I just have some things to ask about when I come back." ”

"Please also ask the ancestor to ask questions. "The head of Yu is very obedient and flattering.

I saw the old man sneering twice, and the atmosphere on the field suddenly cooled down.

"Ancestor, if you have any dissatisfaction with the door, just say it, I and all the senior brothers and sisters will obey the orders of the ancestor, and we will never dare to have half a bit of disobedience. ”

Hearing the old man's unkind laughter, the cold sweat on the head of the head of Yu ran down, and he reluctantly asked with a dry throat.

The foundation building stewards below all looked at each other, and they didn't know what dissatisfaction the ancestor had just come to the door, and they were all extremely worried in their hearts, and they all looked at Ling Lao Zu on the main seat with awe-inspiring eyes.

He is the only ancestor of the Imperial Sword Sect, with his mana through Xuan, he is the pillar of the door, and he is also the true cornerstone of the Imperial Sword Sect's ability to stand.

Seeing the cowering eyes of the Zhuji Cultivators below, Ling Lao Zu snorted dissatisfiedly, and the hall was completely silent, only the sound of heavy breathing was heard.

"I think you all know what I'm going to say. ”

"It's only been two hundred and eighty years since I left the sect, and you can see what kind of smoky miasma it looks like!"

"They all want to take advantage of each other, and they don't want to contribute, do they?"

As soon as the old man opened his mouth in a few words, the faces of all the foundation building monks in the hall did not become very ugly, especially the head of the family bowed his head weakly.

Han Yu couldn't help but sneer in his heart when he heard this, the stewards of the Imperial Sword Sect had all been corrupted, and they had long put the interests of the family in front of the sect.

"Ancestor, we know that there are some small favoritisms in the treatment of issues, but we try to be even. A square-looking middle-aged monk replied awkwardly.

"Just a little bit of favoritism?" The old man's face sank, and he scolded: "Then why are the top ten sect monks in the past hundred years all your family monks?"

The middle-aged man's face flushed when he heard this, and he hurriedly gave a salute and retreated into the crowd.

Seeing the middle-aged man end up like this, how dare the others step forward to speak, they just buried their heads lower to see what this ancestor wanted to say.

Seeing that the ancestor didn't speak, the head of the big Yu could only step forward and say, "It's all because of my poor management that the sect ......."

"Okay, okay, I don't want to listen to that useless nonsense. Open your eyes wide and see, most of the disciples who go to the secret land only have a tenth-level cultivation, and a few are ninth-level. Tell me what they are sending!" said the old man, a look of exasperation on his face.

Hearing the old man's words, several family heads glanced at each other, knowing that this ancestor was very dissatisfied with what they had done.

"Well, I don't want to reprimand anything more, you all know it in your hearts. Except for the pock-faced little monk, everyone else was replaced by elite disciples of each family. Don't all know that you can reach out and grab food, and you don't want to contribute! None of the top ten disciples of Dabi can be left behind!" Ling Laozu pointed at Han Yu, and then commanded in an unquestionable tone.

"Send out the elite of the family?"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the halls fell silent, and everyone was thinking in their hearts about which disciple would be more cost-effective to send.

For them, the monks who are already family-oriented, to let their disciples take risks is to cut their flesh.

"Are you reluctant?" the old man asked indifferently, his gaze swept around again. I have a plan in my heart.

"If you don't want it, you won't force it, get out of the Edgeworth Sect in seven days, I don't want to just eat dry food and don't work waste!" the old man sneered unceremoniously.

As soon as these words came out, a large number of people knelt down in the hall, and cold sweat broke out on the heads of all the family owners, and they didn't even dare to say anything.

Seeing that the ancestor had even said the words of getting out, all the foundation building monks no longer dared to make those careful thoughts, and kowtowed again and again to promise to send the most elite disciples.