Over, Han Li was amazed, but also a little puzzled!

Although Han Li was not proficient in this ** technique, he knew a little bit about it.

The "Heavenly Eye Technique", which everyone is proficient in as an immortal cultivator, can actually be regarded as the most basic ** spell. If the mana realm between the two monks is very far apart, using the Heavenly Eye Technique to look into the other's eyes may cause the other party to lose their minds and fall into passivity when fighting the law.

Even other types of ** spells mainly rely on the huge gap in the realm of mana to forcibly control the opponent's mind.

Xun Xuan'er is a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, and the gorgeous man is in the middle stage of foundation building, according to common sense, such a gap will never appear to be a pair of eyes, and the absurd thing of being immediately restrained by the other party. Unless the other party is a cultivator who specializes in ** spells, this is still somewhat possible.

But judging by the gorgeous man's expression, and the resentful expression on his face when he left, this was not like it at all! It was impossible for some monk in the Yudan-stage to pretend to be a monk in the foundation building period to play tricks on them.

Thinking like this, Han Li really felt a little more relieved in his heart. After all, he was still very concerned about the resentful expression of the gorgeous man when he left.

When he raised his head from his contemplation, he happened to see Dong Xuan'er and the two flirting again, and the pitiful look just now had long disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this scene, Han Li secretly sighed, and was about to go back to his room.

However, Han Li had just put his palm on the wooden door and had not yet pushed it open, when he suddenly heard a man's loud voice from outside the inn.

"Listen to the guests in the inn, tomorrow's treasure hunt will be divided into two groups. The monks of your own country will be held on the peak of the west of Yanling Fort, and the monks of other countries will be held on the east peak, please participate on time tomorrow morning, and those who do not arrive at the time will be deemed to have automatically abstained from the competition. ”

The voice was repeated three times outside the inn before the man seemed to leave.

Han Li was stunned when he heard this, but then he pushed the door and walked out without thinking, returning to his room.

Although Han Li was a little surprised by the separation of the two monks, he didn't notice anything wrong.

After all, the monks of the seven sects and the monks of other countries tried to speak together. It's sure to cause a lot of trouble. This xenophobic psychology is the same everywhere. This can be seen from the confrontation in the teahouse that day.

Han Li thought as he sat down cross-legged on his bed, preparing to meditate and refine his qi for the night in preparation for tomorrow's Treasure Hunting Conference.

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In a certain house in Yanling Fort, a gorgeous and strange man sat on a wooden chair, and several other men and women in front of him were respectfully telling him something, and the man listened expressionlessly, and a trace of essence flashed in his eyes from time to time. And for some reason sneered.

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At the same time, on the western peak of Yanling Fort, more than a dozen green-robed people from the Ghost Spirit Gate were busy on the top of the mountain, burying something in the ground from time to time. And the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect and the two monks of the Yudan stage rose in mid-air and watched everything below with cold eyes.

"How is it? This temporary Yin Fire Array has weakened so much, can it still work?" the Young Master of the Ghost Spirit Sect suddenly asked.

"Don't worry, young master! There is no problem, although it is only a temporary formation, but it is presided over by our brother. The effect of trapping the enemy can still play one or two places. Of course, if there are monks in the late stage of foundation building in the array, or if they hold some particularly powerful magic weapons. It's hard to say, but the vast majority of monks certainly don't have the ability to get out. The old man of the Li brothers coughed lightly. Said with some trembling.

"Well, I'll rest assured that this is good! The Twelve Ghost Spirit Guards brought behind me are not idle, and their strength is more than enough to deal with a few fish that slip through the net!" said the Young Master of the Ghost Spirit Sect without worry.

When the Li brothers heard this, they also felt that there was no problem and stopped talking.

In fact, if it weren't for the need to preserve the souls of these monks. If the two brothers took action directly, they would destroy some of the foundation building monks, which would not be a trivial matter. How can there be such trouble!, the two Li brothers thought proudly.

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Thousands of miles away, in the secret room of the Yellow Maple Valley of the Taiyue Mountains, seven or eight monks of the Yudan period gathered together. Listening nervously to what an old man in a yellow robe with white hair was saying, everyone's faces were cloudy and uncertain with the old man's words.

Han Li's master Li Huayuan, the Red Whisk Immortal Gu, and the Lei Wanhe Big Fat Man were all among them, and their expressions were also extremely uneasy!

Not long after, after the monks in the secret room came out, the entire Yellow Maple Valley was completely boiling.

High in the air of all kinds

The sky was flying wildly, and a little lower place was a ** monk hustling one after another. After some time, a group of hastily formed monks set out from the Yellow Maple Valley overnight, and ran separately towards an unknown place.

Such a scene was also staged in the other six factions, and the messengers between the various factions were shuttling back and forth, and it seemed that overnight, the entire Yue Kingdom Immortal Cultivation Realm became murderous.

In the next few days, all the large and small families of the Yue Kingdom successively received a requisition order signed by the heads of the seven major factions, calling for the outstanding disciples of each family to be on standby, and the disobedient ones were the law enforcement team composed of the monks of the seven factions, and the clan was exterminated with iron blood.

Of course, it was only three days later that I arrived at Yan's requisition order, and the building was empty.

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Han Li and the seven sect cultivators in Yan Ling Fort naturally didn't know about this because they were too far away from the sect.

So on the second day, when the day was just beginning to light, some of the monks came early to the small mountain to the west. A huge magic circle has been built there, and in the magic circle, two middle-aged people wearing Yan family costumes are meditating with their eyes closed.

Behind the circle, there was a low earthen platform, on which there were also more than a dozen Yan family members who were faintly covered by the mist, standing there and discussing something, it seemed that they would wait for all the monks to arrive before starting the assembly.

Han Li had also reached the top of the mountain, he didn't come out with Dong Xuan'er, and the habitual one person took the first step. On the mountain peak, I happened to meet a middle-aged man surnamed Giant Sword Menba, who also arrived early, and the two naturally chatted without a word.

"Brother Ba, what is this magic circle for, do you know?" After Han Li looked at that giant ** array several times, he always felt that it was a bit of an eyesore, and after chatting for a while, he couldn't help but ask the other party.

"I'm ashamed, I don't know much about things like magic circles, but I guess it should be something like a shield ban! After all, if we foundation building monks really compete, we must be limited to a certain range, otherwise this hill can't withstand our tossing and turning!"

"Oh! it's very likely!" Although Han Li said this, he still faintly felt an uneasy aura from the magic circle, which had nothing to do with the depth of mana, it was completely an intuitive feeling on his part.

Han Li frowned and looked around. At this time, there were already more than 30 monks present, and people who knew the Taoist priest of Qingxumen and the woman surnamed Fang from Tianque Fort had arrived here one after another, and they came together in groups to say something.

"Brother Han, let's go over and say hello too!, you see that they are all there!" the monk surnamed Ba looked at where the others had gathered, and suggested to Han Li with a smile.

"Brother Ba, just go! Junior Brother still has some things to think about, so I won't bother a few!" Han Li shook his head lightly, his reluctance to get together with so many people was too eye-catching.

The monk of the Giant Sword Gate shrugged his shoulders, and although he was a little puzzled, he walked over alone. After all, there are not many opportunities to make friends with so many monks of other sects at one time. He wasn't going to give up easily.

Seeing that the other party surnamed Ba had left, Han Li didn't stay where he was, but habitually found a very remote corner and walked over to the farthest corner of the circle. Then he watched the other monks' every move with cold eyes.

After another half an hour, Dong Xuan'er and Senior Brother Nafeng finally came here. And as soon as he came, he joined a crowd full of Yellow Maple Valley monks, and after a while, he was like a fish in water and had a hot fight with those male disciples. And Yan Yu, who had been staying by his side for a moment, was nowhere to be seen, which made Han Li feel a little surprised.

At this time, more than a dozen monks standing on the earthen platform who were wearing Yan family costumes but were actually people from the Ghost Spirit Sect were counting the number of people present.

"Young master, there are two less people who have not arrived. And it's not too early, do you want to wait a little longer?" After counting the number of people, a monk from the Ghost Spirit Sect said to the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

"Don't wait any longer. Immediately inform the second elder to open the large array, otherwise after a long time, I am afraid that some clever monks will notice that something is wrong, and it will be even worse! As for those two monks who did not arrive, they would be chased and killed by No. 8 and No. 12 of the Twelve Guards. No matter why they weren't there, they couldn't let them leave Yanling Fort alive!" The young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect ordered without hesitation, and the killing intent overflowed.