Chapter 798: Chen Qiaotian

After spending the night in the woods, on the second day, Han Li put away the Heavenly Demon Corpse and headed straight for Wanling Mountain.

Yesterday, before finding Zi Ling and the others, he had not found any trace of the disciples of the Tianji Sect in the city. Therefore, although he held the token given by the elder of the Tianji Gate in his hand, he could not use it for a while, let alone find the Marquis of Nanlong.

It seems that either the monks of the Tianji Sect have another place to live, or the people of this sect have not yet come here.

Han Li wasn't in a hurry about this, he was going to go to the vicinity of Wanling Mountain to find a place to settle down temporarily, and by the way, refine some puppets of the Dan Formation Stage.

With the two rings in his hand, even if he doesn't look for it, it is estimated that Nanlonghou will also take the initiative to find him.

By now, Han Li had also vaguely understood that the Northern Yuan Light in the other party's mouth was definitely not at the entrance of the Outer Valley, but most likely appeared in the passage into the Inner Valley.

Otherwise, the Ghost Spirit Gate would have great ability, and it would not be able to allow hundreds of monks to avoid the North Lights and enter the valley at the same time.

Han Li pondered as he turned into a green rainbow and moved forward unhurriedly.

With Han Li's speed, Ye Huacheng in the distance was thrown away without a trace in a moment, and he escaped dozens of miles away.

At the current speed, flying to the vicinity of Wanling Mountain is only half a day's work.

I heard that several markets near Wanling Mountain have already opened up first. Han Li happened to go to these markets first to buy some materials for refining puppets. Han Li had used the Mulan Ancient Lamp in the Border War to obtain rare materials that had almost been saved by a medium-sized sect. These materials, which were worth nearly 10 million spirit stones, were enough for Han Li to refine a large number of high-level puppets that were formidable.

So he went to Fang City to buy land. On the contrary, it is a common common material for refining golems.

As for his bent on refining the ancient primordial-level puppet on the ground. Although in the far west, the Thousand Bamboo Sect is there. Two or three more missing materials were found. But it's not all yet. There is also a material called "blood phoenix wood". It has never been collected.

such materials. It is a rare top-level refining material. Although it's not as difficult to get hold as Gengjing. That's also a priceless thing. When will it be collected. I can only try my luck.

Fortunately, Han Li had already instructed the disciples of the Luoyun Sect. Help them keep an eye on it. As soon as there is information about such material. Be sure to take it down in time or simply inform him. It's only a matter of time before this thing is put together. But before entering the Valley of the Fallen Demons. There's no way to get there.

Suddenly, Han Li's expression moved. Escape paused. Slow down.

Because the aura is stirring not far ahead. The brilliance flickered. There were monks who were fighting fiercely.

Han Li's brows furrowed, but he didn't care.

Now that there are many dragons and snakes here, and there is no one to preside over the overall situation, it is normal for enemies to meet together and fight.

With Han Lixiu, he approached them within a few hundred zhang in the blink of an eye. The monks were still fighting on their own, in a daze.

Four men and one woman, divided into opposing sides.

Han Li's gaze swept and he saw that they were all cultivators in the Dan stage. And most of them are in the middle and middle stages of Yudan. However, the two sides seem to have a lot of grievances, not only magic weapons are flying all over the sky, but all kinds of talismans in their hands are bursting non-stop.

However, one of the two men and one woman was completely overwhelmed by the two monks on the other side. However, this is not because the monks on the other side have higher mana than them, but because the two monks, one tall and one short, actually drove hundreds of huge moths to surround two men and one woman in the middle.

These palm-sized terrifying moths. Between the swings of the wings, there must be colorful poisonous powder spewing out head-on. Most of the energy of the three people on the other side was used to cast spells to protect themselves from the wind and rain. Coupled with the attack of these two male cultivators' magic weapons, those three men and women were naturally invincible when they were unable to cope with it.

However, Han Li's eyes saw that although the three men and women were at a disadvantage, it was not something that could be done in a moment to truly distinguish the winner from the loser.

And with the cultivation of these people, in addition to those poisonous moths and a brocade-robed Confucian priest, he sacrificed a silver giant pen and a golden scroll magic weapon. Outside of giving Han Li a second look of interest, the other cultivators' fighting methods naturally did not enter Han Li's eyes.

Although he didn't know what sect these monks were, Han Li wasn't interested in meddling in things either. Just as he was about to ignore the flash, he suddenly found a yellow maple leaf mark embroidered on the cuffs of the Confucian student.

"Huang Fenggu?" Han Li was stunned, a little surprised. Then his eyes swept over Confucius's face, and his expression moved.

But after a moment's delay, the two monks who had gained the upper hand in the fighting method finally discovered Han Li's escape from the light.

The two monks who drove the poisonous moth were startled. Hurriedly swept away with his divine sense. As a result, his face changed dramatically at the same time.

"I don't know which senior came here, and the younger disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sect participated in the seniors. The tall and short monks hurriedly collected the magic weapon and. Leaving only the poisonous moths still entangled with the three male and female monks, he flew to the side and saluted Han Li with his fists at him from afar.

"Imperial Spirit Sect, are you two Demon Sect cultivators?" Upon hearing this, Han Li simply flew into the sky above them, stopping the retreat and revealing his own form.

"You are Senior Han of the Falling Cloud Sect!" One of the tall monks, as soon as he saw Han Li's true face clearly, immediately blurted out that he actually recognized Han Li.

"Do you recognize me?" Han Li glanced at this person and said lightly.

"The juniors once participated in the border battle, and they have seen the great display of Han's seniors. The Imperial Spirit Sect monk was greatly uneasy in his heart, but on the surface he replied more respectfully.

"It's good that you know me. I don't want to meddle in the affairs of you juniors. But I have some old friends with Huang Fenggu, you have collected those spirit worms, and today's battle will end here. Han Li was not polite, and after a flash of light in his eyes, he said directly to the point.

Upon hearing Han Li's words, the two of them glanced at each other and couldn't help but look at each other.

"How. Do the two Daoists feel embarrassed?" Han Li's face sank, and his tone became a little unkind.

"Since it is the order of the senior, the younger generation will naturally obey the order. The tall monk was also very clever, and when he saw Han Li's expression, he suddenly "chuckled" in his heart, secretly calling himself confused. Now that this one is meddling in the matter. There was still room for hesitation, and they immediately agreed.

Then he winked at the other monk. The two of them pinched the trick in their hands, hurriedly played out one method after another, and at the same time sacrificed two spirit beast bags into the air.

The poisonous moth, which was entangled with the three men and women, flew into the air in a hurry, and swarmed into the spirit beast bag in the air.

Naturally, the three male and female cultivators had already seen Han Li, but they had just been attacked by the poisonous powder of the poisonous moth. He didn't hear the words of Han Li's conversation with his opponent. But now that he had somehow escaped from the predicament, he naturally knew that it must be related to Han Li, who had just broken into this place.

After the three of them were overjoyed, they immediately glanced at each other and hurriedly flew towards Han Li.

But at this moment, the two Imperial Spirit Sect Demon Cultivators didn't know if they were afraid of Han Li or didn't want to stay with those three male and female cultivators, so they cautiously said to Han Li:

"I don't know if the seniors still have something to tell the juniors? The juniors must be dedicated. ”

"Nothing's wrong. You two can leave. Han Li seemed to have guessed the thoughts of the two of them, and said indifferently with a wave of his hand.

"Then the junior will take his leave first. When the two men heard this, they heard the words of amnesty. After hurriedly giving a salute to Han Li, he immediately turned into two green rays of light and flew away into the distance.

And at this time. The three of them had just flown over.

Seeing the situation of the Imperial Spirit Sect monk fleeing, the three of them naturally glanced at each other in surprise. Then the middle-aged Confucian led by him stepped forward to salute and said with a respectful face:

"Thank you seniors for coming to the rescue, my brother and sister are grateful. I don't know the name of the senior?" This Confucian student was surprised when he saw Han Li so young, but he felt that Han Li's face was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"Are you a Yellow Maple Valley monk?" Han Li didn't answer the other party, but instead asked with an expressionless face.

"Junior, Huang Fenggu, Chen Qiaotian. This is the brother and sister of the alliance, they are the disciples of the Knife Dock. Did the seniors know the Linghu Patriarch?" said the Confucian scholar cautiously. He saw that Han Li was not the master of the Six Sects he knew. But he helped, and naturally felt that this Yuan Infant Senior would only help if he had a friendship with Linghu Ancestor.

"Chen Qiaotian, are you a native of the Chen family?" a strange look appeared on Han Li's face.

"The seniors also know the younger families?" the Confucian scholar was surprised and stunned.

Han Li fell silent, only looking at Confucius a few times again. This made the three people opposite a little uneasy.

"The Chen family is one of the three major immortal cultivation families in the Yellow Maple Valley, how could I not know? What is the relationship between you and Chen Qiaoqian?" Han Li asked slowly after exhaling lightly.

"Do seniors recognize my sister?" said Confucian in surprise after being stunned.

"Chen Qiaoqian is your sister?" Although Han Li had guessed a few points, he still showed a surprised look when he heard the other party say this.

And Confucianism was even more confused. I don't know what the relationship between the master in front of me and his sister is.

"Is Chen Qiaoqian okay?" Han Li looked uncertain for a long time, but he still asked slowly.

"My sister is not a monk who has died of a strange illness more than a hundred years ago. Chen Qiaotian replied with a strange face.

"Passed away!"

Hearing this, Han Li muttered in an inaudible voice, and Chen Qiaoqian's beautiful face couldn't help but appear in his mind. And recalling the scene where he and this woman finally traveled to the mountains with themselves to express their hearts, people couldn't help but be stunned and a little demented.

"Seniors know little sister?" Chen Qiaotian saw Han Li's expression so weird, after a while. I still couldn't help but ask.

"Of course I know! When I saw Ling Mei for the last time. I heard that she was going to get married. It's just that the devil invaded later, and I don't know if her wedding was held as scheduled. Han Li reluctantly put away the faint sadness in his heart. Said calmly.