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Chapter 810: Heavenly Reaching Spirit Treasure Chen Qiaotian

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    After spending the night in the woods, Han Li put away the corpse of Tiansha Demon on the second day and headed straight to Wanling Mountain.

    Before he found Zi Ling and others yesterday, he did not find any traces of the disciples of Tianjimen in the city.  Therefore, even though he holds the token given by the elder of Tianjimen, he can't use it for a while, let alone find Nanlonghou.

    It seems that either the monks of Tianjimen have another residence, or the people of this sect have not yet come here.

    Han Li was not in a hurry about this. He was going to find a place to temporarily settle down near Wanling Mountain, and refine some alchemy puppets along the way.

    He who has the two instrument rings in his hand, even if he doesn't look for it himself, it is estimated that Nanlonghou will come to him on his own initiative.

    Until now, Han Li also vaguely understood that the Northern Primordial Light mentioned by the other party must not be at the entrance of the outer valley, but most likely appeared in the passage into the inner valley.

    Otherwise, even if the Ghost Spirit Gate has great abilities, it will not be able to allow hundreds of monks to avoid the northern high beams and enter the valley at the same time.

    While thinking about it, Han Li turned into a blue rainbow and moved forward calmly.

    With Han Li's escape speed, Ye Huacheng in the distance disappeared in a moment, and escaped dozens of miles away.

    With the current speed, it only takes half a day to fly to the vicinity of Wanling Mountain.

    ? I heard that several markets near Wanling Mountain have already opened up after hearing the wind.  Han Li happened to go to these markets first to buy some materials for refining puppets.

    Han Li once used the ancient lamp inherited from the Mulan people in the gambling battle of the border battle, and obtained almost all the rare materials accumulated by a middle-level sect.  These materials, worth nearly ten million spirit stones, were enough for Han Li to refine a large number of high-level puppets that would be daunting.

    So he went to Fangshi to buy some common materials that are common when refining puppets.

    As for the ancient Nascent Soul-level puppet that he wanted to refine, although he found two or three missing materials from the Qianzhu Sect in the far west, he has not yet assembled all of them.  There is also a material called "Blood Phoenix Wood", which has never been collected.

    This kind of material is a rare top-level refining material.  Although it is not as difficult to obtain as Geng Jing, it is also something that has a price but no market.  When it can be collected is just a matter of luck.

    Fortunately, Han Li had already ordered the disciples of the Falling Cloud Sect to keep an eye out for them. Once there was news of such materials, they must be taken in time or simply notified to him.  But before entering the Valley of Fallen Demons, it is impossible to come in time.

    Suddenly Han Li's expression changed, Duan Guang paused, and Duan Guang slowed down.

    ?Because not far ahead, the aura was surging and the brilliance was flashing, and some monks were fighting fiercely.

    Han Li frowned, but he didn't care.

    Now there is a mix of dragons and snakes here, and there is no one to take charge of the overall situation. It is normal for enemies to meet and fight.

    With Han Lixiu's cultivation base, he was within hundreds of meters of them in the blink of an eye, and these monks were still fighting on their own in a daze.

    Four men and one woman are divided into opposing sides.

    With a glance, Han Li saw that they were all in the alchemy stage, and most of them were in the early and middle stages of alchemy.  However, the two sides seem to have a lot of grudges, not only magic weapons are flying all over the sky, but also various talismans in their hands are shooting at each other and bursting non-stop.

    However, one of the two men and one woman was completely overwhelmed by the other two monks.  But this is not because the monks on the opposite side have higher mana than them, but because two monks, one tall and one short, drove hundreds of huge moths to surround two men and one woman in the middle.

    These terrifying giant moths the size of palms, between the flapping of their wings, must have colorful poisonous powder sprayed out, spraying head-on.  The three people on the opposite side spent most of their energy on casting spells to protect themselves from the weather.  Coupled with the two male cultivators' magical attacks, the three men and women were struggling to cope, so they were naturally invincible.

    However, from Han Li's point of view, although the three men and women are at a disadvantage, it will not be possible in a short time to really decide the winner.

    And with the cultivation base of these people, except for those poisonous moths and the silver giant brush and golden scroll magic weapon sacrificed by a brocade-robed scholar, which made Han Li take a second look with interest, the fighting skills of other monks naturally did not compare with Han Li.  I have established my eyes.

    Although he didn't know what sect these monks belonged to, Han Li was not interested in meddling in other people's affairs.  Just as he was about to ignore it and pass by in a flash, he turned his gaze and suddenly found a yellow maple leaf mark embroidered on the cuff of the Confucian scholar.

    "Yellow Maple Valley?" Han Li was taken aback, somewhat surprised.  Then his eyes glanced at the Confucian scholar's face twice, and his expression moved.

    But just this moment of delay, in ?; "Is Chen Qiaoqian okay?" Han Li asked slowly after his expression was uncertain for a long time.

    "My sister is not a monk of alchemy. She suffered from a strange disease more than a hundred years ago and passed away." Chen Qiaotian replied with a strange face.

    "died!"

    Hearing this, Han Li murmured in an inaudible voice, and Chen Qiaoqian's beautiful face could not help appearing in his mind.  And recalling the scene where he and this woman toured the mountain with him at the end to express their feelings, people couldn't help but froze in place, feeling a little dazed.

    "Senior knows the younger sister?" Seeing Han Li's strange expression, Chen Qiaotian couldn't help asking after a long while.

    "Of course I do! When I saw Lingmei for the last time, I heard that she was going to get married. It's just that after the demonic way invaded, I don't know if her wedding will be held as scheduled." Han Li reluctantly swallowed the faint sadness in his heart, and said calmly.  Said.  (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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