"That person is an old acquaintance from the past. I haven't seen him for many years. I was a little surprised to see him just now." Dong Xuan'er looked a little strange, but replied calmly.
"Old acquaintance? That person is a monk in the early stage of Yuanying, who was able to attend today's gathering, and looks so young. He should be the elder of the Luoyun Sect who has recently become famous. Speaking of which, this person is also surnamed Han, and The name is exactly the same as the person you mentioned before, so it can't be this person?" Facing Dong Xuan'er's blunt reply, the old devil Yunlu didn't get angry, but asked calmly, as if he had a different relationship with Dong Xuaner unusual.
Dong Xuan'er's face turned pale when he heard what the old devil said, but he remained silent. A cold light flashed in the old devil Yunlu's eyes, he snorted coldly and stopped asking, but a haze flashed across his brows.
When the old devil brought Dong Xuan'er to the gate of the palace, the alchemy monks who were on duty were all trembling, and they only asked a few words before letting them go. Of course, Dong Xuan'er couldn't enter it, and could only be led to the side hall by a monk to rest temporarily.
After Han Li walked into the palace gate, he saw the entrance of the main hall, and immediately stepped in.
The layout of the main hall is very simple, except for the huge stone pillars, there are a large open space in the middle, and there are as many as sixteen or seventeen wooden chairs placed at intervals of several feet. And on these chairs, there were seven or eight monks with different expressions sitting sparsely. When they saw Han Li coming in, some of them gave a cold look, some turned a blind eye, and some closed their eyes to rest. look.
However, when one of them saw Han Li coming in, he showed a kind smile and waved at Han Li, "Fellow Daoist Han, you have come out of retreat. If you don't mind, just sit next to Long." This person is Tiandaomeng The person in charge, Long Han of Luanming Sect.
"Thank you, Brother Long!" Han Li didn't refuse, just sat down on a chair next to him, and then took a look at the few people present, then sat there silently.
A moment later, the figure of Old Demon Yunlu also appeared at the entrance. When he saw all the people in the hall, he walked to an empty chair with a smile, and sat down in a grand manner. Not far from where he sat, there happened to be an old man in a blue robe sitting. This person is holding a small emerald green pot in one hand, and a white jade wine glass in the other, drinking and pouring himself as if there was no one else around.
As soon as Old Demon Yunlu sat near him, a gust of powdery air immediately drifted away, which made the old demon glared at him after smelling it, and felt very bad luck secretly. The old devil didn't care about the old man's dissatisfaction at all. Instead, his gaze flickered a few times, then landed on Han Li who was diagonally opposite him, and looked at Han Li with interest again. This time, it was Han Li's turn to be restless.
After frowning, he simply closed his eyes lightly, his face expressionless, but he was thinking about the relationship between Laomo and Dong Xuan'er in his heart.
After Dong Xuan'er was taken away by the young master of the Hehuan Sect, she joined the Demon Sect. Even though the old demon was notorious, he shouldn't have attacked the disciples of this sect. The two should have something else to do with each other. Otherwise, the old devil would not have come here to attend the party, and would have brought Dong Xuan'er with him.
Just when Han Li was a little confused, people came in one after another from outside the hall. Naturally, these people were monks in the mid-Yuanying period. Some of them knew the people who came first, and some had a lot of hatred. As a result, greetings and cynicism sounded from time to time in the hall.
At this time, Old Demon Yunlu had already moved his eyes away from Han Li. But Han Li still didn't raise his eyelids and didn't move. He felt that he didn't recognize a few people among the monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, so there was no need to greet anyone.
"Fellow Daoist Broken Soul! I didn't expect you to come too. I heard that Fellow Daoist Nine Souls Secret Art has been cultivated to the realm of transformation. It's really gratifying and congratulatory."
"Broken Soul!" Han Li's heart skipped a beat at this greeting, and he opened his eyes involuntarily. I saw it at the entrance of the hall. A skinny old man in soap robe walked in, and a monk in black robe in the temple greeted him warmly. After the old man in soap robe was stunned, he immediately walked over with a smile on his face.
"What's the matter? Fellow Daoist Han has seen the Broken Soul before?" Long Han noticed Han Li's abnormality and asked with a smile.
"No, Mr. Han just heard Senior Brother Cheng mention this person, and I heard that he has great supernatural powers." Han Li said without changing his expression, and did not mention at all that he had killed a group of Broken Soul Sect members during his trip across the country that day.
"Hehe, it's no wonder. I remember that Elder Cheng once fought against this person and suffered a small loss. Naturally, he was deeply impressed by him. However, with the current reputation of Fellow Daoist Han, there is no need to be afraid anymore. But the middle-stage Yuanying monk Among them, there is one person, fellow Daoist Han, you better not provoke him, even the three great cultivators in Tiannan will give you a headache." Long Ha smiled and said in a pointing tone.
"Can it cause headaches for the three major cultivators? Does such a person exist?" Han Li's eyebrows twitched, a little surprised.
"Of course there is. This person once fought with Fellow Daoist Zhiyang among the three major monks. Although he was almost seriously injured and killed, he also slightly injured Fellow Daoist Zhiyang and was able to escape. Therefore, this person is almost recognized as one of the three major monks. It’s just that this person has always been used to being a loner, and it’s a matter of discussion whether he will come or not for such a big event as the French invasion, otherwise it will be a big help.” Long Han explained carefully.
"He can seriously injure a late Nascent Soul cultivator! This person is really amazing. I don't know if it's that expert, he should be quite famous." Han Li pursed his lips and asked curiously.
"Fellow Daoist of this person must have heard of it. You should be familiar with the name of Heaven's Hate Boss." Long Han said with a smile.
"Heaven hates you monster! It's this person, it's really been heard." Han Li smiled wryly, and muttered, flashing through his mind was the incident that happened in the sacred tree forbidden area pretending to be a low-ranking monk. At that time, the spies of the righteous and the devil were both very afraid of the old ghost who hated the sky.
"But among the Nascent Soul monks, it seems that Brother Long and his wife should be second only to the three major monks!" Han Li blinked and said with a smile. But Long Han shook his head after hearing this.
"Although Feng Bing and I have some supernatural powers, if we fight alone, we are probably no match for this person. Of course, if the two join forces, it will be another matter." Long Han said seriously.
Han Li smiled when he heard the words, and when he was about to say something more, he suddenly felt someone watching him, his eyes were a little cold and gloomy, as if he had malicious intentions. Han Li became vigilant, but his expression remained unchanged. He turned his head slightly, and met the man's eyes. He turned out to be an extremely strange old man with a long beard and a green shirt.
When the old man saw Han Li staring at him, the cold light in his eyes narrowed, and he looked away expressionlessly, as if nothing had happened. But Han Li didn't relax because of this, instead he stared at this person for a long time with flickering eyes.
"What? Fellow Daoist Han doesn't recognize this person?" Long Han naturally noticed this scene and chuckled lightly.
"Brother Long, it seems that I should know him." Han Li was a little puzzled.
"This person is Dongmen Tu, the great elder of the Yulingzong, who is in charge of the power of the Yulingzong. Although I have never dealt with this person, I heard that this person has a very good relationship with Nagu Shuangpu, and they are almost brothers and sisters. And you will Gu Shuangpu was exterminated as a spy of the Mulan people, this person did not say anything because of sufficient evidence, but he must be dissatisfied with you, fellow daoist, please be more careful." Long Han said with deep meaning.
After hearing this, Han Li rubbed his nose, smiled wryly, but thanked him again and again.
In just a short quarter of an hour, the chairs in the hall were probably full of monks. It's funny to say, but I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, almost all the monks of the Demon Dao sat on the right side of the hall, while the monks of the Righteous Dao League occupied most of the chairs on the left side of the hall. Only the monks of the Tiandao League and the Nine Nations League seemed indifferent, sitting on the left and right sides casually.
Among these monks, another acquaintance Han Li knew was also sitting among them, that is, the monk surnamed Kuang from Ni Hangzhai. He happened to sit on the side of the magic path, and when he saw Han Li looking over, he smiled at Han Li. Han Li nodded naturally.
At this time, Long Han on the side sent a voice to Han Li to identify two other monks from the Heavenly Dao League, a woman with an ordinary face and light makeup, and an old man with a sad face. Han Li took a look at these two people and remembered their appearance in his heart.
At this time, I don't know if it was because there were too many people, but the expressions of the people present became dignified. No one chatted, and all looked at other people coldly. Every one of these people went out, almost all the top existences in the south of the sky, and they all gathered here at once. Not only did they know each other, but they naturally had all kinds of thoughts and ideas.
Among these people, Han Li can be regarded as an extremely special existence. With the powerful consciousness of these old monsters, Han Li didn't intend to hide it, and almost at the same time as his eyes swept over Han Li, he could see that his cultivation base was shallow, and he naturally knew who Han Li was. After all, Han Li's reputation has been well-known in the past six months, and it's impossible for these old monsters not to have heard of it. On the other hand, Han Li sat there with drooping eyelids, ignoring anyone, with an appearance of responding to all changes without change.
Just when the hall began to become extremely quiet, and even a little dignified, three people finally walked out from the side door of the main hall. The old monsters who were silently looking at others turned their gazes over with a swipe.
A big man in black robe, an old man with green hair, and a swordsman with his back on his back.
Han Li looked as usual, but his heart skipped a beat. These three were the three major monks, and they were also the only three late Nascent Soul monks in the entire Tiannan for more than a thousand years. Others had different expressions, but most of them were the same as Han Li, looking at the three of them calmly, waiting for them to speak.