Fantasy: Immortality starts with absorbing demons

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Han Yi shook his head and picked up the wine glass: "Senior sister, have a drink. I've been bothering you with a lot of cultivation problems recently."

"Yeah." Zhong Han nodded gently, as if everything was normal.

Han Yi didn't care, but felt that Zhong Han looked good, with flushed cheeks and picturesque eyebrows, especially good-looking.

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All feasts must come to an end.

After three rounds of wine, the disciples said goodbye and ended.

Han Yi also followed the crowd and went downstairs.

When leaving, he saw Senior Sister Sun Ruoqing, wearing a light white gauze dress, with a carefully dressed face, and kept a few disciples to talk about something.

It is estimated that it is similar to the last time, and they are also preparing to pull them into the Baijie Club or the Baili Club to earn extra money and prepare for their future retirement life.

Although Sun Ruoqing is a woman with good strength and has entered the third level of true skills early, she is devoted to making money and recruiting people, and her strength is weak.

Han Yi shook his head, without even saying hello, and walked past quickly, ready to go home.

In his opinion, as a martial artist, the most important thing is to practice, and making money is just to facilitate the things that come with practice. Like Sun Ruoqing, isn't it putting the cart before the horse?

Just halfway up the stairs, I secretly heard the fighting and cursing on the street outside.

Everyone quickened their pace and ran outside to watch the excitement.

"Hey, gentlemen, my stall..." A vendor said bitterly.

"Don't fight, don't fight, the government will come soon." Someone persuaded them to stop fighting.

On the street, snack vendors made a lot of money, the snow-white wontons rolled black on the ground, the hot cooked oil spilled all over the ground, and the iron pot containing the oil had already broken into two halves.

"It's the people from the Yunsha Gang and Guanyang Sword Sect. Why did these two families fight?" In Jiuquyuan, a sharp-eyed disciple whispered.

On the street, one person held a silver-white long sword, the sword light flickered, like a long snake waiting for an opportunity. The other person, wearing boxing gloves, punched one after another, his body was like lightning, left and right, and it was hard to figure out.

"I heard that Yunsha Fist was a small gang established by a senior brother from Chongyin Academy after he graduated." Zhong Han stood next to Han Yi and introduced, "And Guanyang Sword School seems to have background support from Yangzhi Academy."

"Chongyin Academy and Yangzhi Academy have always had an unfriendly relationship. In addition, Chongyin Academy failed in the boxing match today, and it is estimated that there will be a commotion for a while."

She sighed, obviously it was not the first time she saw this scene.

Vendors set up stalls to support their families.

Warriors seek fame for cultivation and development.

Seemingly two unrelated things, in fact, the essence is the same.

They are all for their own interests.

Chongyin Academy lost to Yangzhi Academy in the boxing match, so the resources obtained naturally became less.

The two men fought and gradually walked away, disappearing into the darkness, with only the sound of weapons colliding faintly heard.

"Let's go, let's go, everyone, be careful on the way back."

Zhong Han turned around and spoke softly.

Without the excitement to watch, everyone gradually dispersed, each returning to their own homes and looking for their own mothers.

After this party, new disciples joined, and many old faces will leave. Perhaps many people can't think that this may be the last time they meet in their lives.

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The seasons alternate, half a year has passed, and it is winter again.

At noon, the sun is dim.

Han Yi sat by the Flower Lake, quietly looking at the constantly moving sparkling river surface.

The tiny water splashes continuously hit the stone beach on the shore, polishing the soft stones into a mirror-like smoothness.

"Brother Han, Brother Han!" A strong man in black shorts and tights hurried over.

His bald head was shiny, and it was still a little reflective in the sun, which was very eye-catching.

It was none other than Meng Ren, who Han Yi had defeated before. He was a bit foul-mouthed and had a somewhat reckless personality.

"Brother Han, I have been looking for you for a long time but couldn't find you. I knew you must be here."

Meng Ren's face was ruddy, and there was a slight sweat on his forehead.

"......."

Han Yi glanced at him sideways, closed his eyes again, and ignored him.

This guy, even if this winter is a little warm, you are not afraid of the cold.

But in this winter, you don't have to wear shorts and show your big arms and thick legs.

You are not a pretty girl.

You dress like this all day long, follow me behind, and in this secluded place like Goose Soft Stone Beach, how will others see me?

What if someone says I am a pervert again?

After thinking about it, Han Yi decided to ignore him.

"Brother, didn't you say last time that you can become stronger if you become bald? I am bald, why can't I beat you?" Meng Ren scratched his big bald head and asked foolishly.

After he was severely injured by Han Yi's punch last time, he took several months to recover. As soon as he recovered, he came to find Han Yi.

According to ordinary people, after being severely injured, the first thing to do is to find the murderer.

Revenge, fight back!

But who knew that this guy was good, he bowed to Han Yi as soon as he saw him.

"Brother, just tell me, how did you practice that move last time? I've been thinking about it for so long, but I still can't find a way to crack it."

"Brother, do you have a special physique? Why are you so powerful?"

"Brother, have you practiced both? The Cold Yin Nine-Bend Palm doesn't seem to be so fast. Why do I feel that your leg skills are also very powerful..."

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Han Yi felt helpless. After his injury healed, Meng Ren kept pestering him.

Either he went to the Nine-Bend Courtyard to find him, or he squatted at his door.

In the end, the Qingjing Lake where he secretly practiced was also discovered by this guy, causing chaos.

But he didn't have much better solutions.

Yes, Meng Ren was not his opponent and couldn't beat him.

But every time he came, he was respectful and asked for advice humbly, so he was embarrassed to do it.

Of course, he was really impatient in the end, so he still taught Meng Ren a lesson.

But the key is that Meng Ren has a body of iron and wood, with high defense and fast recovery. If he hit him lightly, he wouldn't feel it. But if he hit him seriously like he did in the fist, it would be too cruel.

After all, the ranking of the boxing competition is a face-saving competition between Jiuquyuan and Mingfengyuan. There is no way to leave any room for them. However, they still have to live in private and be harmonious.

Besides, Meng Ren is a genius disciple of Mingfengyuan after all, with a strong background and the special care of Zhang Ruoning, the head of Mingfengyuan, so he can't be too harsh.

Therefore, this iron-headed Meng Ren, like a sticky candy, chased Han Yi everywhere.