Fantasy: Immortality starts with absorbing demons

"By the way, Xiaoyi." Zhong Yunxiu said, "You fought against Meng Ren of Mingfengyuan last time. Have you recovered now?"

"Thanks to the elixir given by Master, I have recovered a long time ago." Han Yi was a little confused, not knowing why Zhong Yunxiu suddenly changed the subject.

"That's good..." Zhong Yunxiu said softly: "Xiaoyi, although you have dispersed your power, your physique should be very suitable for practicing Hanyin Jiuqu Palm, so your practice speed will be much faster than ordinary people. After two years of entry, you can enter the fourth level of real power.

It just so happens that I have a close friend who is known as a doctor. She is very good at making up for the foundation of the body, especially the defects after the dispersion of power.

Now that your injury has healed, why don't we find a way to make up for the defects together for you, and also detect your special physique..."

Han Yi secretly complained before she finished speaking.

Where does he need to make up for his foundation? Where does he have any special physique? If he really pulls him up for inspection, wouldn't it be exposed as soon as he is checked...

Zhong Yunxiu's original intention is good, but he doesn't need it at all!

I don't know why, Zhong Yunxiu always wants to make up for his defective foundation...

But, he can't use the excuse from last time again. Just when he was thinking hard and wanted to shirk his responsibility.

Suddenly, a voice came from the audience: "Master, today Elder Fang has made an appointment with a doctor to see me, so I need to leave first."

Fang Chengqi finally couldn't stand it anymore. He looked at Han Yi's calm and indifferent appearance, and felt sick in his heart.

He finally couldn't help but speak and decided to leave first.

"Chengqi, I remember the doctor I found for you, isn't it already..." Zhong Yunxiu was slightly stunned.

"Master, it's the elder who is worried and sent someone over again." Fang Chengqi tried to keep his tone calm and interrupted the question.

"The elder of the Fang family? So..." Zhong Yunxiu seemed to have thought of something, his face looked ugly, and he didn't want to talk.

Han Yi was temporarily relieved, and he looked at Fang Chengqi with some gratitude.

But, this guy didn't even turn his head back and walked away with big strides.

There were only about ten disciples left under the stage.

Except for Xiao Zhong, Sun Zheng, Zhan Xiuying, and Sun Ruoqing, who he knew well, he was unfamiliar with most of the others.

They were all new disciples who had entered Jiuquyuan.

Yes, he had been a disciple for more than two years, and old disciples had left in batches, and new disciples had come in batches.

Now, he was also a veritable old disciple.

Facing the sight of everyone.

He smiled and nodded to everyone.

Xiao Zhong's eyes were full of approval and approval, and he was obviously happy in his heart, approving of Han Yi's choice to stay.

Zhan Xiuying and Sun Ruoqing's eyes were floating, probably thinking about their future. They had been in the hospital for a long time, but they had no hope of achieving true skills, and they were also thinking about making money to leave a way out.

As for Sun Zheng, the disciple who entered the school with him, his eyes were complicated. On the one hand, Sun Zheng was excited. He and Han Yi had a good relationship, and he was excited that his friend could complete the training task within the time limit.

On the other hand, he thought of himself. After so much time, he was still stuck at the third level of the real skill and could not make any progress. He was also melancholy and a little jealous.

Han Yi glanced at these people he knew, and then, they were all strangers who had met once.

These people didn't know him either, but Dean Zhong Yunxiu asked them to come over and go through the motions.

"Okay, okay, Junior Brother Han, this is a gift for you. Congratulations, keep up the momentum and don't slack off."

Zhong Han saw that Zhong Yunxiu had been in a bad mood since Fang Chengqi left, and the whole scene was cold. She quickly stood up and began to liven up the atmosphere.

She held a square box wrapped in red cloth and winked at Han Yi playfully.

Han Yi smiled and took the box.

Then, Zhong Han hosted the scene again and said a few polite words. This small celebration specially prepared for Han Yi ended just like that.

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Huayang City.

Fang Family.

A black building complex of varying heights, with ancient buildings in clusters, yellow walls and red tiles, majestic and majestic, like a giant left over from ancient times.

The huge red attic, which is tens of meters tall, is hung with yellow lanterns all around, fluttering in the wind.

The attic has a white roof and red walls, and a pair of conspicuous copper rings are hung on the door, which is more than two people tall, and looks imposing.

But if you look closely, you can tell that this is just a decoration, a pattern inlaid on the door.

On the observation deck on the highest floor of the attic, a tall man in black clothes, like an iron tower, stood with his hands behind his back, quietly overlooking the quiet buildings below.

He has neat long hair and a face that is not handsome, but with sharp edges and cold eyes. It is just a very ordinary facial features, which, when combined together, will give people a cold feeling.

Anyone who sees him will involuntarily imagine the bloodthirsty beasts fighting on the battlefield in the army.

"Fang He, tell me, why are you in such a hurry to come to me? What's the matter?" The man was just looking at the scenery below, but he seemed to be speaking to someone behind him.

"Master Jiulian, there was a small change in the plan, and I still need your help." Fang He was dressed in a Confucian robe and had a respectful attitude.

"Change?" Fang Jiulian turned around slowly, with several golden rings on each of his arms, jingling and clanging.

"Fang He, I have given you enough financial support. Come, tell me, after so much time, what progress have you made? I have lent you all 36 members of the Duocui Army, but what was the result?"

He turned back and stared at Fang He, and said coldly: "There is still a change? Still need help? Fang He, if the plan fails, you should know the consequences."

"This... Master Jiulian..." Fang He's forehead was slightly sweaty, "According to your plan, you pulled in the Sanshan Sect to ally and took away the position of the owner of Jingtian Manor. Everything was going well, but who knew that the elder let Fang Chengqi, a member of the clan, join Jiuquyuan..."

"Fang Chengqi, I know, a lucky guy with a mutated bloodline. But..." Fang Jiulian showed a hint of murderous intent, "But, I remember that you have already defeated this man with the Duocui Army!

Fang He, although I am not in Huayang City on weekdays and only come back once in a while, you don't really think that I know nothing about what's going on here, do you?

Are you going to tell me that you wanted to force Jiuquyuan to reach an alliance with Sanshan Sect, but in the end, your plan was disrupted by a disciple named Han Yi?"

"This..." Fang He was speechless, and Fang Jiulian directly blocked what he wanted to say next.