A group of people flew in front of the stone gate, and the yellow-clothed cultivator's token faded away, and the passage disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"Follow up." This person said indifferently after glancing at a few people. Afterwards, his ten fingers kept bouncing, his hands formed complicated handprints, and then he turned around suddenly, raised his hands, and shot out two red and yellow thorns, directly hitting the stone gate full of restrictions.
All of a sudden, runes flashed one by one on the originally closed blue door. Amidst a low buzzing sound, the door slowly opened, revealing a long, square passageway inside.
The monk in yellow strode in without saying a word. After the others looked at each other, they followed closely.
Han Li walked among the disciples, without looking sideways, but actually scanned everything nearby with his spiritual sense.
This square passage looks like it was directly dug out in the mountainside with a magic weapon. Not only are the walls extremely smooth, but every few steps you walk, there must be some esoteric spells engraved on the wall. Although he couldn't study them in detail for a while, he also knew that these things were definitely not for decoration.
The passage was not too long, and after only walking about a hundred feet, everyone saw that they appeared in a tidy stone hall, which was about fifty or sixty feet wide and seven or eight feet high, which was not too small.
In the middle of the stone hall, there is a cyan stone platform several feet in size, with ten vertical nicks criss-crossing it. It is actually a huge chessboard. Black and white chess pieces are scattered all over the board, which seems to have reached the most critical point.
On both sides of the chessboard, an old man and a young man were sitting there holding black and white son boards. The old one was a long-faced old man in brocade clothes, about fifty years old. The youngest is only seven or eight years old, with red lips and white teeth, just like the reincarnation of a jade boy.
"Uncle Lan! Why are you here, old man?" Cultivator Bai suddenly cried out when he saw the boy, and then hurriedly stepped forward to pay respects.
"Uncle Lan?"
The gray-clothed old man and the middle-aged monk of Baiqiaoyuan were stunned when they saw a strange boy here, but their expressions changed drastically when they heard the name of the boy surnamed Bai. Suddenly, a rumored senior figure appeared in his mind.
"Junior Du Hui and Yu Shan'an pay respects to Senior Lan!" The two of them were startled, and hurriedly saluted without thinking.
"Get up, don't you see that nephew Hu and I are going down to the key point? Don't make a sound. I'll talk about what's going on after I finish this game of chess." But he is old-fashioned and arrogant.
"Obey!" Cultivator Bai and the other three Alchemy Formation Cultivators agreed without hesitation, and then stood nearby with their hands down, not daring to show any dissatisfaction.
The long-faced old man who played chess with the boy showed a wry smile at the three of them, but said nothing. As for the yellow-clothed monk, since he entered the stone hall, he stood behind the boy in a regular manner, as if he was a disciple.
Those young monks who followed in were suddenly commotion when they heard that the three ancestors called the seven or eight-year-old boy in front of them as uncle. How could these disciples in the Qi refining period not know what this title meant, and they immediately opened their eyes wide, staring at the boy, their hearts were agitated.
The moment Han Li saw this boy, he was also startled. This is a genuine Nascent Soul early stage monk, how could he appear here
But then he regained his composure. Now, although he is not the opponent of the early Yuanying cultivator, it is not difficult to escape from the opponent. Besides, he believed that the other party appeared here, and it should not be for him.
Therefore, Han Li's face remained unchanged on the surface, but he was silently thinking about what changes the other party's appearance would bring to his plan.
In the end, after the boy and the long-faced old man played for another quarter of an hour, the long-faced old man pushed the chessboard and said respectfully: "Senior Lan is superb at chess, and this disciple is no match for me, so let me bow down!"
Hearing this, the boy showed a gleam of joy on his face, but then he rolled his black eyes and said suspiciously: "Mr. I can never keep my hand in chess."
"How dare this junior lie to senior, it's because senior's chess skills are far better than before." Hearing this, the long-faced old man seemed to have a longer face, and hurriedly opened his mouth to distinguish.
"Hee hee, I also feel that chess skills have improved a lot compared to before. It seems that it is not in vain to compete with those chess masters in the secular world." Hearing this, the boy smiled a little more.
"Okay, put away the chess pieces, we have to get down to business." The boy suddenly stopped smiling, and changed the subject.
Then twisting his small body, he faced the group of monks who had been waiting for a long time, blinked his big black and white eyes a few times, swept across the faces of several alchemy monks, and his gaze fell on the face of the Confucian scholar.
"Nephew Bai, how many years have you joined Gujianmen." The boy asked slowly.
"Your junior has been a beginner for more than a hundred years." Cultivator Bai was taken aback when he heard this, a little puzzled, but he replied honestly.
"More than a hundred years! It's really hard for you." The boy's face flashed, and he sighed softly.
"Master, what do you mean?" The green-robed Confucian scholar's face changed slightly, but he immediately said with a forced smile.
"What do you mean? Your Excellency is the closed disciple of the master of the Zhengdao Haoran Pavilion, but you have been in this sect for so many years. Our ancient sword sect can't tolerate a great god like you. Have you ever thought about it, go back and see Lingshi?" Huh?" The boy stared at the Confucian scholar and said in a cold voice.
When the Confucian scholar named Bai heard the boy's words, his face turned "shua", extremely pale.
The gray-clothed old man and the middle-aged monk of Baiqiaoyuan shot a look of astonishment in their eyes, and at the same time subconsciously took a few steps away from the monk named Bai.
"Friend Daoist Bai, is what Senior Lan said true?" the middle-aged monk asked in disbelief.
The Confucian student surnamed Bai blushed for a while and turned pale for a while, and didn't make any distinctions.
"Since my uncle has already checked my history, it seems that it is useless for Bai to deny it. However, I will not be arrested without a fight!" After looking ugly for a while, the Confucian scholar finally spoke.
But as soon as the last word "capture" came out of his mouth, a white light flashed on his body, and he shot backwards into the group of disciples behind him like a crossbow arrow. After grabbing, a white and bare hand immediately covered one of them go. It was Meng Di, the young man in black with the "Nine Spirits Sword Body"!
"What are you doing?" The gray-clothed old man and the middle-aged monk roared angrily immediately, and their bodies also had brilliance flashing, as if they were going to save them, but it was obviously a step too late.
Meng Di didn't panic even when he was shocked, he raised his hand and let out a sharp sword energy, slashing at the big hand fiercely.
But the difference in cultivation between the two is too great, and the sword qi can't hurt him at all when it hits Guang's hand, but it was crushed and shattered in a blink of an eye. Seeing that Meng Di was about to be captured by the Confucian students, the monk surnamed Bai shook his body and fell to the ground wearily. The bare hand immediately turned into a ball of bright light, and disappeared without a trace.
Meng Di couldn't help standing there in a daze, at a loss.
"Hmph! You practiced well with Taibai Huaqi from our sect. But you forgot, my old man didn't really come here to play chess." The boy rubbed his little hands expressionlessly and murmured.
Except for Han Li in the stone hall, no one saw how the boy made a move and restrained the Confucian scholar.
And Han Li narrowed his eyes and looked at the Confucian scholar who was lying on the ground, and then at the boy, a strange look flashed across his face.
At the same time that the Confucian student made a sudden attack, through his spiritual consciousness, he was surprised to find that a light red silk thread shot out from the boy's foot. As a result, when the silk thread shot into the Confucian student's body, the boy turned over and fell down immediately.
At first, he thought it was some kind of flying needle magic weapon, but after a sweep of his consciousness, he was shocked to find that there was a vague cold air in the light red silk thread, which was actually sword energy refined into silk. This moved Han Li greatly!
He had also heard before that when a master swordsman cultivated to a certain level, he could turn a sword into silk at will, and break through ten thousand spells with a single sword! Now, he was able to see it with his own eyes. It is really an incredible thing to be able to cultivate the sword energy into such an appearance!
"Nephew Hu, lock him up in the Dragon Cave. You can't kill him for the time being. We old fellows have something else to do with him!" said the long-faced old man.
The long-faced old man was terrified in his heart, and said yes, after a few steps, he mentioned the Confucian scholar, entered through a side door in the stone hall, and disappeared without a trace.
Seeing this situation, Han Li turned his eyes and glanced at Du Dong. I saw that he seemed to look normal, but after careful attention, he found that his drooping hands were unconsciously clenched into fists, which showed the tension in his heart.
Seeing this, Han Li smiled secretly, and stopped caring about this person.