Han Li slowly walked out of the Valley of the Divine Hand, following the path in the mountains, habitually, towards the vaguely visible Chishui Peak.

He didn't have anything important to do now, the reason why he ran to Zhang Tie on time and on time every day these days was just to see Zhang Tie's strange appearance when he was practicing under the waterfall.

This "elephant armor skill" is really not something that ordinary people can bear, but the first layer has to endure such a great torture, and when it comes to the last few layers, it is not necessary to practice people to take off at least a few layers of skin.

"It is estimated that Zhang Tie has already regretted it a little now, right? The domineering point of this "elephant armor skill" is far beyond the imagination of these little children. Han Li thought as he walked, casually kicking the fallen leaves and branches on the ground with his foot.

In a few days, the two of them pleaded with Dr. Mo together, asking Zhang Tie to practice other kung fu and save him from suffering this living crime. Han Li thought so, and he felt a little excited that he could find a way out of his friend's current suffering.

Han Li looked up at the trees on both sides of the road, at this time, it was already the end of autumn, the branches of all the trees were bare, and a thick layer of fallen leaves and dead branches had piled up on the path, and it was so uncomfortable to walk on it.

At this time, from a mountain peak not far away, there were faint sounds of the impact of weapons, and from time to time there were several loud cheers.

Hearing these voices, Han Li looked at the mountain peak again, and the mood that had just improved a little turned bad again.

This is the teaching and training of the Hundred Forging Hall, training the new junior disciples in weapon fighting.

Whenever Han Li saw the other fellow disciples getting together for training with real knives and guns, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and he really wanted to pick up a real knife and a real gun and play it fiercely. It's a pity that I don't know why, since he officially entered the disciple of Doctor Mo, Doctor Mo strictly forbade him to touch these things, and forbade him to go to other teachings to learn other martial arts, saying that it would hinder his progress in practicing mantras.

Therefore, Han Li could only be greedy, and occasionally in private, he could borrow a few blades from a few friends and dance back and forth, and get over his addiction.

Really, what's so good about this set of mantras that I have cultivated? Until now, I don't see what it is for. The other disciples who started together are all getting more and more powerful as they practice, and their martial arts are advancing day by day, but they are not moving forward in place, and they can't see any changes at all.

Even Zhang Tie, who had only practiced the "Elephant Armor Gong" for two months, became rough-skinned and thicker, more able to be beaten, and his strength was much greater than before.

But if he hadn't been accepted by Dr. Mo, he might not have been able to pass the Named Disciple Test two months ago, let alone stay in the mountain and send home so much money

If you can't learn anything else, don't learn it!

Han Li was grumbling in his stomach as he comforted himself.

Han Li withdrew his gaze from the distance, still muttering in his heart, but his spirit was even more scattered, his godless gaze looked at both sides of the path, he didn't know what he was looking at.

Suddenly, Han Li gasped, his expression became strange, and then he almost grinned behind his ears. He reflexively squatted down, pressed the thumb of his right foot with both hands, and then half lay on the grass in pain, this sudden sharp pain knocked Han Li down in an instant, his face turned a little pale, and a piercing pain came from his thumb from time to time.

It seems that he has kicked a very hard stone in the pile of leaves.

Han Li stood up and hugged his ankle with both hands, while subconsciously blowing hard at his injured toe through the cloth shoes on his foot, while secretly worrying in his heart whether he would be seriously injured and whether his thumb would suddenly bruise and swell, thus affecting his daily walking.

It was only after a long time that Han Li relieved the pain. He lifted his neck and peered around the pile of leaves near his feet, trying to find the culprit responsible for his grave sin.

The leaves scattered on the ground all around him were the same monotonous color, withered yellow, and he couldn't find what he was looking for in the messy pile of leaves.

Han Li frowned, scratched the ground with his hand a few times, grabbed a relatively thick branch, stood up cautiously on his heels, and stood up cautiously.

Then, as if unwillingly, he used the branches in his hands to pull a few times into the thick pile of leaves around him.

A fist-sized object was picked out by a branch.

Han Li took a closer look, the culprit who caused his glorious injury was a round bottle-shaped item with a slender neck, the surface of the bottle was covered with mud, and it had completely turned an earthy gray, and there was no trace of its original color.

Originally, Han Li thought it was a small porcelain vase, but when he got it in his hand, he found that the amount was wrong, heavy and heavy.

It's made of metal, isn't it? No wonder this small thing hurts so much when it hits its foot, but it's rare to see a bottle made of metal.

Han Li was now interested in the small bottle, forgetting the pain in his foot for a while.

Rubbing the soil on the neck of the bottle with his hands, the original color of the bottle was revealed, the green was very beautiful, and there were some exquisite, dark green leaf-like patterns on the bottle surface, and a small cap at the top tightly sealed the mouth of the bottle.

I put the bottle to my ear with my hand and shook it gently, so I couldn't feel anything shaking inside.

I put my hand on the cap and twisted it vigorously, but I didn't twist it.

Han Li's curiosity grew even greater, and he was about to make the next move, when suddenly, a sharp pain came from his foot.

I forgot that I still had the bad consequences of close contact with this thing on my feet.

I was injured by this injury, and it seemed that I couldn't go to Zhang Tie's place, so I should go back to my residence first, get some wound medicine, and then think about this small bottle that I got by accident.

Thinking of this, Han Li, in order to prevent being seen by others and not to think that this thing was too dirty, took the bottle into his arms, turned around, and limped back.