The phantom transformed by ancestor Leng Yan waved his hand, and a golden glow rolled out, rolling up all the crystal powder in front of Han Li, turning it into a ball of faint golden light suspended in front of his eyes.
"These are all the jade slips of my sect's secret technique. How could they all fall into your hands? Could it be that you sneaked into the cabinet of the sect's scripture library and stole them?" Leng Yan's ancestor raised his head suddenly, with a cold voice asked.
Although those jade slips were turned into powder by Han Li, but in front of him, only a star and a half of traces were needed to deduce the contents.
"Fellow Daoist Leng Yan, don't get angry. I can give you an explanation for this matter." Han Li said with a sigh after the corners of his mouth twitched twice.
"Bold, dare to discuss friendship with this old man!"
Ancestor Leng Yan was furious when he heard the words, but he didn't see how he moved. Suddenly, the golden light radiated from the center of his eyebrows, and countless ripples of crystal light flew out in circles, instantly condensing into a golden flower about the size of Zhang Xu. phantom.
As the golden flower slowly rotated, a light flashed from the bud in the center, shooting out a near-transparent golden beam of light towards Han Li's head, the speed was unbelievably fast.
Wherever it passes, the void is like a still water surface, with ripples.
Han Li stood on the spot without dodging or evading, but raised his head slightly, a crystal light flashed between his brows, and an invisible ripple also shot out from it, facing the golden beam of light.
With a soft "poof", the void shook violently, causing a circle of ripples.
As if the golden beam of light had hit something, it shattered layer by layer from the beginning to the end, and the invisible ripples also collapsed.
All this happens in a flash.
Han Li's clothes were only ruffled a few times, other than that, he was in good health, with a faint smile on his face.
"How...how is it possible? Your Excellency is the Immortal?" Ancestor Leng Yan trembled, and an unbelievable voice came from his mouth.
Although he was just a phantom formed by a divine mind, and he did not use his full strength just now, even a Mahayana monk would never take it lightly, let alone a Nascent Soul cultivator.
This only shows one problem, Han Li's spiritual sense seems to be no less than his!
"Fellow Daoist Leng Yan, can I say a few words now?" Han Li asked lightly.
"Then tell me, why you have already achieved immortality, but you still want to steal my classics and pass them down to the lower realm?" Ancestor Leng Yan's face changed several times. Although he was still a little unhappy, his tone softened a lot. .
"For some reason, Mr. Han accidentally wandered into this world of spirits, and he has no malice towards the noble sect. However, I am injured at the moment, and I don't have a suitable medicine in my hand, so I went to the noble sect to get some classics, and I want to refer to them. One or two." Han Li explained slowly.
"Oh, so that's the case. I don't know where fellow Daoist Han was originally from the fairy world?" Although Patriarch Leng Yan said so, his eyes flickered, obviously not completely believing Han Li's words.
"Han lives here for the time being, and will not do anything that would be detrimental to your sect. Also, you don't need to ask more questions about my origin." Han Li said with a half-smile.
Patriarch Leng Yan snorted, Han Li, an immortal appeared in the world of spirits for no reason, how could he not ask about the details, but if the other party didn't tell, it seemed that he couldn't do anything to the other party with his avatar transformed by this ray of divine sense .
"Fellow Daoist, don't worry, this time I have accepted a favor from fellow Daoist. Han can promise here that if there is any trouble with the Leng Yanzong, I can take action once." Han Li said calmly.
"Fellow Daoist Han is serious?" Patriarch Leng Yan was greatly moved when he heard this.
Although he is already in the fairy world, he naturally cherishes the Lengyan sect that he created and carried forward, otherwise he would not have given pills and exercises from time to time in these years.
Although the Leng Yanzong seems to be powerful in the world of spirits and has unlimited scenery, it is not really safe and secure.
It's just that he is in the fairy world, and even if he wants to contribute, he can't do much. But if Han Li, who is also a real fairy, helps him, there will be many things he can do.
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Two days later, Leng Yanzong, the mountain behind the Holy Fire Peak.
In the depths of a misty purple bamboo forest, there is an elegant and unique courtyard with green tiles.
The distribution of purple bamboo in the forest is scattered and dense, which seems to be ordinary, but in fact it hides a mystery.
The position of each clump of purple bamboos here coincides with the foot of a magic formation. Thousands of purple bamboos form a sea, forming a unique world of formations.
The purple bamboo planted here is not an ordinary bamboo, but a lung fire bamboo that can absorb the power of earth fire. If you look carefully at the bamboo body, you can see that there are dark flame-like spots under the purple bamboo skin. Red texture.
It is precisely because of this large formation of lung fire in the Bamboo Sea that this area has become the place where the spiritual energy is the most intense and the power of the earth fire is the most concentrated in the entire Lingyan Mountain Range.
The small quadrangle courtyard with blue tiles and white walls was built right on top of the big array.
At this moment, in the main house of the small courtyard, a man in a purple robe was sitting cross-legged on a futon, practicing with his eyes closed.
This person's shawl is as long as snow, and his appearance is handsome. There is a flame-shaped purple mark between his brows. He seems to be only 30 years old, but there is a faint purple aura around his body, exuding a palpitating majestic aura.
On a red sandalwood table not far in front of him, there is a gold-plated copper incense burner, with sandalwood burning in it, and green smoke is slowly coming out of it.
On the wall next to the table, there is a scroll more than three feet long, on which is a picture of a middle-aged man.
The line drawing of the portrait is not very detailed, but it is very vivid. The person in the painting has a square face, piercing eyes, and slightly bearded cheeks. He stands tall, with slightly bulging robes, exuding a majestic air from top to bottom.
At this moment, the white middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes, and looked at the scroll on the wall with some surprise.
Suddenly there was a strange wave on the painting scroll, and circles of waves like water ripples rippling from it, the person in the painting seemed to come alive, his body swayed from side to side, and he floated from the paper. walked out.
The middle-aged man quickly stood up, his body trembling slightly fell to the ground, and said in a respectful voice, "Welcome to the ancestor."
"Get up, I lowered my avatar today, and I have something to tell you." The man waved his hand and said.
Only then did the middle-aged man stand up, and stood aside with his hands down respectfully, waiting for his instructions.
"A few days ago, I already knew about someone sneaking into the Scripture-Depository Pavilion." Ancestor Leng Yan said slowly.
Hearing the sound, the middle-aged man's heart tightened again, and there was a trace of cold sweat on his forehead. Just as he was about to explain a few words, he heard the other party continue: "Let's leave this matter at that, and there is no need to pursue it any further."
"Old Ancestor, this..." The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard the sound, and couldn't help hesitating.
However, Ancestor Leng Yan waved his hand and interrupted his next words, his lips moved.
As the middle-aged man listened, his face changed again and again, first he was extremely stunned, then turned to astonishment, and finally became both surprised and happy.