Because he knew that Han Li was injured in his foot, Zhang Tie personally brought the meal to his house and prepared to accompany him to eat.

Han Li couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart when he saw him clumsily in his room, moving chairs for a while, tossing tables for a while, and being busy for a long time, finally getting everything ready to eat.

After the two settled at the table, they chatted about the gossip inside the door, and began to stuff food into their mouths, and from time to time exchanged each other's practice experiences.

As soon as he talked about the other party's "elephant armor skill", Zhang Tie rolled his eyes depressedly.

The current Zhang Tie is a little bit of a tiger change in the "Elephant Armor Gong", although he has only practiced the first layer, but he has been tortured by Doctor Mo for a long time. Not only did he have to soak some unpleasant medicinal juices at regular intervals, but he also had to endure the beating of Dr. Mo's wooden stick from time to time, saying that it was to temper his muscles and bones.

These rough practice methods made him unable to sleep peacefully every night for a period of time. Because his body was red and swollen, as soon as he touched the wooden bed, he grinned in pain.

It was a nightmare for him.

As for the nameless mantra practiced by Han Li, Zhang Tie was greatly envious from the bottom of his heart.

He felt that every day, as long as he meditated and chanted like a monk, Han Li could only face these words speechlessly.

Zhang Tie's fear of the last few layers of the "Elephant Armor Gong", Han Li could still understand it. Who knows, when he will experience several times more torture than before, he will be restless and unable to sleep and eat.

Zhang Tie was able to persist until now and did not give up, which had made Han Li greatly admired.

If it were him, he would say that he would not practice this kind of masochistic martial arts, even if he could make him a first-class master overnight, he would have the same opinion.

After Zhang Tie hurriedly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, he got up to say goodbye, and asked him to rest early before leaving, so that he could recuperate from his foot injury.

Han Li stood at the door, and after seeing the other party leave, he hurriedly returned to the house, closing the doors and windows, leaving only a skylight for ventilation unclosed. Only then did he take out the bottle from the bag and study it again.

After all, Han Li was only a teenager, and after tossing for a while, he was a little tired of seeing that he didn't have a clue. In addition, there was a wound on his foot, and his spirit was a little tired, so unconsciously, he leaned on the side of the bed with a bottle in his hand and fell asleep in a drowsy.

I don't know how long it took, but Han Li, who was sleeping sweetly, suddenly felt a cold sensation coming from one hand.

Han Li shuddered violently, barely opening his eyelids, which had become heavy, and looked at his hand in a daze.

Suddenly, he sat up at once, his mouth wide open, and he didn't even notice that saliva was flowing from the corner of his mouth. He no longer felt the slightest sleep, and was completely calmed by the sight in front of him.

A trace of white light visible to the naked eye fell from the sky through the only open skylight in the room, and all gathered on the bottle held in his hand, forming white points of light the size of a grain of rice, so that the entire bottle was surrounded by a thin layer of white light.

This white light is very soft, not dazzling at all, and that cold feeling comes from this faint white light.

Han Li swallowed a mouthful of saliva that had become cold before he suddenly woke up, throwing the bottle in his hand aside like a hot hand, and hiding to the other side with his own crawl.

After observing vigilantly for a while, he found that there seemed to be no danger, so he cautiously came up again.

The bottle, surrounded by white light, looks particularly beautiful and attractive, with a bit of mystery.

Han Li hesitated for a moment, poked the bottle lightly with his finger a few times, and saw that there was no reaction before carefully picking up the bottle again. He put it on the table again, and he lay nearby, excitedly observing the strange scene that he had never seen before.

Han Li didn't blink, staring intently at the bottle in the white light for more than a quarter of an hour, finally allowing him to discover some of the mysteries.

The bottle was passing through the surface of the bottle, absorbing the white dots of light that were wandering nearby. No, it's not absorption, it's these points of light that are desperately squeezing into the bottle, scrambling one by one, as if they are alive.

Han Li was a little curious, and gently touched one of them with the tip of his finger.

Other than that, there is nothing else special.

Han Li looked up.

The white filaments of light were still falling from the skylight, and there was no sign of stopping.

Han Li looked at the closed doors and windows everywhere, and then at the open skylight above.

With an idea, he gently pushed the door open and peeked out.

Fortunately, it was late at night, and except for a few cooing autumn insects, it was quiet outside, and there was no one around.

Han Li retracted his head, turned around and grabbed the vial, slammed it into a leather bag, and ran out as fast as he could.

I ran until I reached a secluded, empty place, and then stopped.

He glanced around with both eyes to make sure there was really no one else here. Carefully, I took out the bottle again and gently placed it on the ground.

The spot of light near the bottle, after it was put into a leather bag, disappeared without a trace.

But Han Li wasn't worried.

Sure enough, after a short while, there were many more filaments of light than in the house, gathering from all directions. Then, countless white dots of light appeared densely around the small bottle, forming a huge light cluster the size of a basin.