Doctor Mo was very satisfied that Han Li was able to devote all of his time to cultivation.

But the progress of his cultivation of his nameless mantra was still too slow.

In recent years, Dr. Mo's illness seems to have become more serious. The number of coughs per day becomes more frequent, and the duration of coughing is prolonged.

As his physical condition deteriorated, Doctor Mo seemed to be more concerned about Han Li's cultivation progress. From the words he usually repeatedly urges, you can hear the anxiety in his heart.

Doctor Mo should have taken Han Li very seriously. Not only did he give him much more money than ordinary disciples as agreed, but the gaze he usually looked at him was also very peculiar, as if he was looking at a rare treasure, and he loved him very much.

However, Han Li, who had practiced the mantra to the third layer, had become very sensitive, and he had inadvertently noticed that behind these kind and caring gazes, there was occasionally a hint of greed and longing that made Han Li uneasy.

These expressions made Han Li a little creepy, and he always felt that Doctor Mo, who had these expressions, didn't look like he was looking at a living person, but like he was looking at something.

This made him a little confused, could he have anything that Dr. Mo wanted?

Of course not, he gave himself an affirmative answer.

Han Li sometimes even thought that he was a little allergic from his practice, and he was really a little ungrateful to slander Doctor Mo in secret.

However, he himself didn't know why, in the most secret place in his heart, there was still a sense of precaution against Dr. Mo, and as time passed, this precaution became even stronger.

Now there was a major problem in front of Han Li, he had encountered a bottleneck in his practice, and even worse, with Han Li's massive cultivation and taking medicine in the past few years, the precious medicine in Doctor Mo's hand was gone.

It was obvious that Han Li was not a genius, and without the aid of medicine, his cultivation progress had completely stagnated.

This made Han Li very ashamed when he faced Doctor Mo.

Doctor Mo used almost all of his hard work and belongings on himself, creating the best cultivation conditions for himself, but he couldn't meet his requirements.

This made Han Li feel that it was difficult for him to face Doctor Mo, and face his eager inquiry at that moment.

It's very strange, for some reason, Doctor Mo, who has a high level of martial arts, can't detect the details of Han Li's cultivation, and can only know one or two of his progress from giving him a pulse, so he hasn't known the predicament Han Li is facing these days.

Not long ago, Han Li, who was uneasy in his heart, finally confessed his cultivation situation to Doctor Mo.

Doctor Mo heard that Han Li hadn't improved in his verbal duel for a year, his burnt yellow skin had become a little pale, and his expressionless face had become even more ugly.

Doctor Mo didn't blame him, but just told him that he was going to go down the mountain for a while, go find some medicinal herbs and come back, and let him practice on the mountain and not relax his mantra cultivation.

After two days, Dr. Mo left Qixuanmen alone with his luggage and medicine collection tools.

After he left, in the entire Divine Hand Valley, only Han Li was left.

Another senior brother and friend, Zhang Tie, suddenly disappeared when he practiced the third layer of "Elephant Armor Gong" two years ago. Only left a letter of farewell and going to create rivers and lakes, which caused an uproar in the entire Qixuanmen. Later, I heard that it was Dr. Mo who came forward to intercede, so that his recommender and relatives were not affected. This made Han Li feel too sudden, sad for a few days, thinking about it later, he faintly felt that something was not right, but others were small, and no one asked him, and the matter was over. Later, Han Li guessed that Zhang Tiemo was not afraid of the cultivation of the fourth layer of the "Elephant Armor Gong", so he unknowingly and secretly slipped away.

After cultivating in the valley for a few days, there was no effect, and Han Li was also a teenager, so he walked out of the Divine Hand Valley and wandered around Caixia Mountain.

Walking on these mountain roads that were both familiar and somewhat unfamiliar, Han Li's heart felt a little emotional.

In the past few years, in order to practice, Han Li was like being in prison, and he did not go out of the small valley once.

It is estimated that the same sect outside has long forgotten about Han Li, the senior brother.

On the way, I met some disciples who were patrolling the mountains, and when they saw him wearing the clothes of the disciples in the door, but his appearance was very unfamiliar, they all vigilantly stepped forward to interrogate him, and it took him a long time to explain before he was able to get out.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Han Li simply picked the path and walked to a secluded place, avoiding a crowded place.

Sure enough, along the way, there were no more annoying checks, which made him go farther and farther all the way.

Looking at these beautiful scenery that were completely different from those in the valley, and listening to the chirping of various birds, for a while, all the troubles were left behind by Han Li.

Suddenly, a burst of weapons collided, and the sound of many people shouting and cheering came faintly from under a relatively hidden mountain cliff.

Such a remote place! So many people together! And so loud!

Han Li's curiosity was aroused, and he was no longer afraid of someone asking, and he chased the sound of the fight and came to the vicinity of this mountain cliff.

What a big scene! He couldn't help but be slightly stunned and taken aback.

Beneath this cliff, which was completely obscured by trees, there were more than a hundred people gathered there, and this not too big place was crowded with so many people, and even on several of the larger trees nearby, there were a few people standing on the branches and looking out.

In the circle surrounded by so many people, there were two waves of people facing each other hostilely.

There were the most people on the left, with eleven or two, and the right side was even less, with six or seven.

Han Li found that all these people, whether they were onlookers or those standing in the field, were all about the same age as himself, and they were only teenagers.

A slight smile appeared on Han Li's face, what a coincidence!

Among so many people, he easily recognized a few familiar old faces.

Wan Jinbao, Zhang Dalu, Ma Yun, Sun Lisong...... This person is, it's Liu Tietou, tsk! The black charcoal head that used to be black and white turned into a little white face!" Han Li also climbed a tree and named the familiar faces below.