Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in hlnovel.com -> Wuxia -> The Legend of Mortal Cultivation

Chapter 13 The Vision

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    ?

    Knowing that Han Li was injured on his foot, Zhang Tie personally brought the food to his room, ready to eat with him.

    Seeing him clumsily in his room, moving chairs and tossing tables for a long time, Han Li couldn't help being amused when he finally got everything ready for dinner, but more importantly, he was a little touched.

    After the two made a decision at the table, they began to stuff food into their mouths while chatting about the gossip inside the door, and exchanged each other's practice experience from time to time.

    When talking about the opponent's "Elephant Armor Skill", Zhang Tie rolled his eyes depressed.

    Now Zhang Tie's expression on the "Elephant Armor Skill" is a little pale. Although he has only practiced the first level, he has already been tortured by Doctor Mo and complained to the sky.  Not only did he have to soak some unpleasant medicinal juice at fixed times, but he also had to be beaten with Doctor Mo's wooden stick from time to time, saying that it was to temper his muscles and bones.

    These rough practice methods made him unable to sleep peacefully every night for a period of time.  Because his whole body was red and swollen, whenever he touched the wooden bed, he grinned in pain from the pain.

    For him, it was a nightmare.

    As for Han Li's unnamed formulas, Zhang Tie was very envious from the bottom of his heart.

    He felt that every day, as long as he meditated and recited scriptures like a monk, Han Li could only face these words speechlessly.

    Han Li could still understand Zhang Tie's fear of the later layers of "Elephant Armor Technique".  Who knows, when he has to experience torture that is several times more severe than before, he will feel restless and have trouble sleeping and eating.

    Zhang Tie has persisted until now without giving up, which has made Han Li greatly admired.

    If it were him, he would say that he would never practice this kind of self-abuse martial arts, even if he could become a first-class master overnight, he would have the same opinion.

    While the two were talking, dinner was almost finished. After Zhang Tie hurriedly cleaned up the dishes, he got up and said goodbye. Before leaving, he was asked to rest early so that he could recuperate his foot injury.

    Han Li stood at the door, watched the other party leave, and then hurried back to the house, closing the doors and windows tightly, leaving only a skylight open for ventilation.  Only then did he take out the bottle from the bag and study it again.

    After all, Han Li is only a ten-year-old child. After tossing around for a while, he felt a little tired after seeing that he had no clue.  In addition, there was still an injury on his foot, and his spirit was a little tired, so without realizing it, he leaned against the bed with a bottle in his hand, and fell asleep drowsily.

    I don't know how long it took, but Han Li, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt a icy feeling coming from one hand.

    Han Li shivered in shock, barely opened his heavy eyelids, and stared at his troublesome hand in a daze.

    Suddenly, he sat up immediately, his mouth opened wide, and he didn't even notice that saliva flowed from one side of the mouth.  He no longer felt sleepy at all, and was completely overwhelmed by the sight in front of him.

    Streaks of white light visible to the naked eye fell from the sky through the only open skylight in the room, and all of them gathered on the bottle in his hand, forming white spots the size of rice grains, covering the whole bottle with a thin layer of light.  Surrounded by white light.

    This white light is very soft, not dazzling at all, and that cold feeling is transmitted from this faint white light.

    Han Li swallowed a mouthful of icy saliva before he woke up suddenly, flung the bottle away as if it was hot, and scrambled to hide on the other side.

    After observing vigilantly for a while, he found that there seemed to be no danger, so he approached carefully again.

    Surrounded by white light, the bottle looks extraordinarily beautiful and attractive, and also has a bit of mystery.

    Han Li hesitated for a moment, poked the bottle lightly a few times with his fingers, saw no response, and picked up the bottle cautiously.  Putting it on the table again, I lay down nearby, excitedly observing this strange sight I had never seen before.

    Without batting an eye, Han Li stared intently at the bottle in the white light for more than a quarter of an hour, and finally he discovered some of the mysteries in it.

    This bottle is constantly absorbing the white light spots wandering nearby through the surface of the bottle.  No, it's not absorption, it's these light spots that are desperately squeezing into the bottle, one by one scrambling to be the first, as if they are alive.

    Han Li was a little curious, and gently touched one of them with the tip of his finger.

    Cool!  Other than that, there is nothing special about it.

    Han Li looked up.

    Strands of white light continued to fall from the skylight, showing no signs of stopping.

    Han Li looked around and closedHe looked at the open doors and windows, and looked up at the open skylights.

    With an idea, he gently pushed the door open, and peeped out.

    Fortunately, it is now late at night, except for a few cuckoos of autumn insects, it is quiet outside, and there is no one around.

    Han Li retracted his head, turned around and grabbed the vial, smashed it into the leather bag, and ran out quickly.

    He ran until he reached a secluded, empty place with no one there, and then stopped.

    Glancing around with his eyes, he made sure that no one else was here.  Only carefully, I took out the bottle again and put it gently on the ground.

    The original light spot near the bottle disappeared without a trace after it was put into the leather bag.

    But Han Li was not worried.

    Sure enough, after a while, strands of light gathered from all directions, much more than in the house.  Then, countless white light spots appeared densely around the small bottle, forming a huge light cluster the size of a washbasin.

    <ahref=http:(Remember the URL of this site: www.hlnovel.com
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report