The phantom transformed by the ancestor Leng Yan waved his hand, and a golden glow rolled out, rolling up all the crystal powder in front of Han Li, turning into a faint golden light and floating in front of him.

"These are all the secret martial arts and jade slips of this sect. How could they all fall into your hands? Could it be that you sneaked into the cabinet of the Sutra Library of this sect and stole it?" The ancestor Leng Yan suddenly raised his head and asked in a cold voice.

Although the jade slips were turned into powder by Han Li, the contents of them could be inferred with only a little trace in front of them.

"Fellow Daoist Leng Yan doesn't need to be angry. I can give you an explanation for this matter." Han Li sighed after the corner of his mouth twitched twice.

"Bold, and dare to have a relationship with me, too!"

The ancestor Leng Yan was furious when he heard this, but he did not see how he was doing. A golden light suddenly burst out from the middle of his eyebrows, and countless wave-like crystal lights flew out in circles, instantly condensing a phantom of a golden flower about the size of twelve feet.

The golden flower slowly rotated, and a light flashed from the center bud, and a nearly transparent golden light beam shot out at Han Li's head, which was incredibly fast.

Wherever you pass, the void is like a still water surface, with ripples appearing.

Han Li stood there without dodging or avoiding, but just raised his head slightly, and a crystal light flashed from the middle of his eyebrows, and an invisible ripple shot out from it, facing the golden column of light.

With a light "puff", the void shook violently, and a circle of ripples appeared.

The golden light column seemed to hit something, shattering from beginning to end, and the invisible ripples also dissipated.

All this happened.

Han Li's clothes were just whirling a few times, and apart from that, he was completely fine, with a faint smile on his face.

"How...how is it possible? Are you a legitimate immortal?" Old Ancestor Leng Yan trembled, and an incredible voice came from his mouth.

Although he was just a phantom transformed by a divine thought, and the attack did not exert all his strength just now, even a Mahayana monk would never be able to put the next one so lightly, let alone a Nascent Soul cultivator.

This only shows one problem, Han Li's spiritual sense seems to be no less than him!

"Fellow Daoist Leng Yan, can you listen to the next few words now?" Han Li asked lightly.

"Then let me tell you why I have achieved immortality and have to steal the classics I have passed on to the lower realm." The old ancestor Leng Yan's face changed a few times. Although he was still a little unhappy, his tone eased a lot.

"Han accidentally fell into the Linghuan Realm for some reason and had no malice towards the Sect. However, I was injured at this moment and did not have the right elixir in my hand. So I went to the Sect to get some classics and wanted to learn about them." Han Li explained slowly.

"Oh, so that's it. I wonder where Fellow Daoist Han was originally from the Immortal World?" Although Old Ancestor Leng Yan said this, his eyes flashed, and he obviously did not completely believe Han Li's words.

"Han lives here for the time being and will not do anything unfavorable to your sect. As for the origin of this, fellow Taoists don't need to ask more questions about their origin." Han Li said with a smile.

Old Ancestor Leng Yan snorted, and Han Li, an immortal, appeared in the Linghuan Realm for no reason. How could he not ask the details? But if the other party did not say it, the clone transformed by his divine thought seemed to be unable to do anything to the other party at all.

"Don't worry, this time I have received a favor from fellow Taoist. Han can promise here that if there is any trouble in Lengyan Sect, I can take action once." Han Li said calmly again.

"Fellow Daoist Han is serious?" Old Ancestor Leng Yan was moved when he heard this.

Although he is already in the fairy world, he naturally cherishes the Lengyan Sect, which he created and carried forward by himself. Otherwise, he would not have given elixirs and techniques from time to time over the years.

Although Leng Yan Sect seems to be powerful and has a glorious reputation in the Linghuan Realm, it is not really a worry-free person.

However, he is in the fairy world, even if he is willing to do his best, he can't do much. But if Han Li, who is also a true immortal, comes to help, there will be more things he can do.

...

Two days later, Leng Yan Sect and the back mountain of the Holy Fire Peak.

Deep in the misty purple bamboo forest, there is an elegant and unique green tiled courtyard.

The purple bamboos in the forest are distributed in a scattered manner, which seems ordinary, but in fact they have hidden mystery.

The location of each cluster of purple bamboo here is a magical array. Thousands of purple bamboos form a sea, building a unique formation world.

The purple bamboo planted here is not ordinary bamboo, but lung fire bamboo that can absorb the power of earth fire. If you look carefully at the bamboo body, you can see dark red patterns like flames under the purple bamboo skin.

It is precisely because of the bamboo sea lung fire formation that this area has the strongest spiritual energy and the most concentrated power of earth fire in the entire Lingyan Mountains.

The small courtyard with green tiles and white walls is being built on these large waves of eyes.

At this moment, in the main house of the small courtyard, a man in a purple robe was sitting cross-legged on the cushion, closing his eyes to practice.

This man's long shawl is as white as snow, with a handsome appearance, and a purple mark shaped like a flame on the middle of his eyebrows. He looks like he is in his thirties, but there is purple air lingering around him, revealing a heart-pounding and vigorous aura.

On a red sandalwood table not far away in front of him, there was a gilded copper incense burner, with sandalwood burning inside, and ripples of blue smoke slowly emerged from it.

On the wall close to the table, there is a painting scroll more than three feet long, with an image of a middle-aged man on it.

The lines of the portrait are not very detailed, but they are very vivid. The person in the painting has square face, bright eyes, slightly curly beards on his cheeks, standing with long body, his robe slightly swelling, and a dignified aura is revealed on his body.

At this moment, the white-haired middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the scroll on the wall with a look of surprise.

I saw a strange wave suddenly coming from the scroll, and circles of waves like water patterns rippled from it. The person in the painting seemed to have come alive. His figure shook left and right and walked out of the paper.

The white-haired middle-aged man quickly stood up, his body trembled slightly and fell to the ground, saying respectfully: "Welcome to the ancestor to come."

"Get up, I will descend to incarnation today. I have something to tell you." The man waved his hand and said.

The white-haired middle-aged man stood up and stood by with respectful expressions, waiting for his instructions.

"I know that someone had stolen into the Sutra Pavilion a few days ago." Old Ancestor Leng Yan said slowly.

When the middle-aged man heard the sound, his heart tightened again, and a trace of cold sweat suddenly oozed out from his forehead. He was about to explain a few words, but he heard the other party continue to say: "I'll give up this matter and there's no need to investigate it anymore."

"Old ancestor, this..." The white-haired middle-aged man was stunned when he heard the sound and couldn't help but hesitate.

However, the ancestor Leng Yan waved his hand and interrupted his subsequent words, his lips twitching.
Chapter completed!