The Second Immortal Road

　　 Han Ming turned his head, and unexpectedly saw a female sister in a white robe approaching him.

　　 Han Ming glanced intently, but found that this person was an old acquaintance. It was the female cultivator named Xu Qian'er who had traveled with him before entering the clan. She was admitted to the Ten Thousand Swordsmen with her special physique on the Shengxiantai.

　　 "Ah, it turned out to be Friends of Taoist Xu. It has been a long time since I have seen you!" After Han Ming recognized the person, he smiled slightly.

　　 "It's really you, why are you still here in the clothes of the Ascending Star Sect!" Xu Qian'er also walked to the front at this time, with shocked expressions on her face.

　　 "Not long ago, Han visited the Ascending Star Sect by chance, and this time he came to this Ten Thousand Gold Spirit Cave to sacrifice a spiritual tool!" Han Ming took it in one stroke and didn't say much.

"Ah, how did you practice the ninth level of qi? Didn't you still practice the sixth level of qi before? Could it be that your spiritual root quality is very good!" Xu Qianer was completely shocked now, she went into the Wanjian Sect, and there was a return. It's a good place to practice, at this time the cultivation base is at the peak of the seventh level of Qi. But this black boy was only practicing the sixth level of qi a year ago, and now he has practiced the ninth level, leaving her far behind.

　　 "There are some small opportunities." Han Ming still took it in one stroke, and said nothing.

　　 Seeing Han Ming's attitude that he didn't want to say more, Xu Qianer was shocked, but she didn't ask too much. After some envy, she said quietly: "Then little girl will call Brother Han in the future!"

　　 Han Ming stopped talking after hearing this, but smiled slightly.

　　 Then Han Ming and Xu Qianer casually talked about some things, and left with excuses, and flew straight to the outside of the big formation.

　　 About half an hour later, Han Ming came back from the edge of the island alone, with the help of such a white token, entered the large formation on the island, and then found his own residence, and got into the room alone.

　　 Looking at the large black sea water floating in the air in front of him, Han Ming frowned. After some thought, he waved a fireball into the sea water.

This cloud of sea water seemed to be no different from ordinary water. It was also boiled by the high temperature of the fireball, but within a quarter of an hour, the cloud of black water disappeared for the most part, leaving only a small, pitch-black cloud. .

　　 With a wave of his hand, Han Ming called the group of black water into his hands, and his divine sense penetrated into it and probed carefully.

　　 After another half a quarter of an hour, dozens of strands of black smoke-like water vapor floated on his palm, swimming back and forth like small snakes.

　　 "There are so many impurities in this underworld, and it is so difficult to purify. No wonder no one has used these spiritual powers since ancient times!" Han Ming shook his head, but still didn't discover the magical effect of this black underworld!

"Forget it, don't waste this effort, it's really not worth it." Han Ming shook his head again, and with a wave of one hand, he divided the black smoke in his hand into two parts, and one part was pulled into a black one on his waist. Cloth bag.

He swipes toward his waist again, a gourd full of **** evil intentions appeared in his hand, and then he waved his hand again, and the remaining part of the black smoke condensed into a plume of smoke, and penetrated into the **** gourd. In the gourd!

"This **** gourd is made from the flesh and blood of a living soul. It can be regarded as a magic weapon such as the evil, and it may have some effect!" Han Ming muttered to himself, and waved his hand to collect the **** gourd. In a cloth bag at the waist!

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　　Three days passed in a blink of an eye. Han Mingpan was sitting on his stone bed, his hands and ten fingers turned like wheels, and the magic arts condensed from his hands, and strands of heaven and earth aura quickly condensed!

　　 "Huh." Han Ming slowly closed the technique, and then let out a deep sigh.

　　 looked up at the sky outside, he jumped off the stone bed and walked outside. Now there is half an hour before the agreed three-day deadline. If it is delayed, I am afraid it will be too late!

　　 Soon, Han Ming rushed to the hall. At this time, most of the disciples of the Ascended Star Sect and the Wanjian Sect had already arrived, or gathered three or five together, whispering about something.

　　 "Junior Brother Han, you are here too." The elegant young man who wanted to ask Han Ming to collect some quintessential golden spiritual power walked over again.

　　 Han Ming was surprised. He thought that this elegant young man would not give up and wanted to persuade him again, but found that the young man didn't mention any golden spiritual power at all. It was just a greeting.

　　 Han Ming didn't seem to be cold, but he talked to the young man without a word, and the young man knew each other too. After a few words, he turned and left, and said nothing!

　　 The deeds of this elegant young man surprised Han Ming. He didn't think that this elegant young man was as good as his appearance, and he was doing everything right. As for whether he was doing things in the open or secretly, it was still invisible for the time being.

　　 After a few quarters of an hour, the uncle Wu who brought Han Ming and others over and another middle-aged Taoist stepped into the hall and stood in the middle of the hall. Soon after, a beautiful female practitioner walked into the hall and immediately attracted most of the disciples' eyes. The male disciple was surprised and the female disciple was envious.

　　 is really beautiful, even Han Ming couldn't help but look at it twice.

　　 "It's Uncle Chu. He hasn't appeared in the sect for more than ten years, but he didn't expect that he was practicing on this spiritual island!" A male disciple whispered to another male disciple beside him.

　　 Han Ming also happened to hear it, and he was a little surprised. It turned out to be Master Chu Qiu, one of the three beauties of the Ascended Star Sect.

Han Ming secretly wondered. According to the three beauties of the Ascended Star Sect, it is not easy for a disciple in the ordinary training period to see one. These Sanyans met all of them, even Master Qiao, who hadn't shown up once in decades!

"It's noon, Brother Wu, Daoyou Huang distribute the tokens to enter the spiritual cave!" The Uncle Chu smiled at the uncle Wu and another middle-aged Taoist beside him, and then turned his head to face the crowd. The Qiqi disciple said: "You wait to be ready, and prepare to enter the Wanjinling Cave in half an hour!".

　　 The middle-aged Taoist priest's complexion remained unchanged, and with a wave of his hand, seventy or eighty golden tokens were spilled, and they landed firmly in the hands of the white-robed disciples of Wanjianmen. Uncle Wu also nodded, and tossed it casually. Every disciple wearing a golden robe had an extra golden token in his hand.

　　 At this time, all the disciples in the hall had a golden token in their hands~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Only Han Ming, a disciple in a black robe, stood in the corner with empty hands.

　　 "Hey, Brother Wu, who is this disciple, not your disciple of Golden Summit? Why doesn't he have a token." The Uncle Chu saw Han Ming with empty hands.

　　 "Han Ming, what are you waiting for? Take out your token. Without that token, even if the head comes, you can't get in!" Uncle Wu shouted to Han Ming.

Following the shout of Uncle Wu, everyone in the hall looked up, and they were a little puzzled. Shouldn't these golden tokens be distributed uniformly? Why does this black disciple seem to carry it with him? !

　　 Feeling the gazes of the three monks in the foundation construction period, Han Ming not only neglected, but wiped it towards the storage bag again and again, and a golden token appeared in his hand.

　　 The uncle Chu who was standing in the front nodded when he saw Han Ming took out a token. Although there were some doubts in his eyes, he didn't say much.

　　 Then the beautiful Uncle Chu turned his head to look at Uncle Wu, and said with a slight smile: "Senior Brother Wu, follow me to the back and remove the magic circle above the acupuncture point!"

At this time, there were still many disciples who intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Han Ming, an alien, with a curious look in their eyes. This black disciple was neither a disciple of Jindingfeng nor a disciple of Wanjianmen, but he was able to reach this spiritual island. Somewhat unreasonable! However, the uncles and uncles in the foundation-building period didn't say anything, and the disciples in this Qi-training period were naturally not easy to question.

　　 And the elegant young man who had asked Han Ming to collect the power of gold could not help but raised his eyebrows, smiled slightly, and there was something inexplicable in his eyes.

　　Han Ming clearly felt the gazes of the disciples, but he seemed to have a thicker skin and didn't care at all. He didn't have much expression on his face, as if he was wandering into the sky.