"It's okay to practice the same technique as me, but your cultivation level is actually higher than mine?"
He Zhenghao was speechless for a while, and suddenly fell into great doubt about life.
"This is a disaster..."
In an instant, many thoughts came to He Zhenghao's mind.
But in the end, he decided to go to Ten Thousand Immortals Island for a while.
Just when he was about to activate the teleportation circle.
"I know you are hiding inside, why don't you dare to come out to see me?" The other party's angry shouts sounded again, as loud as thunder.
The entire Liuli Island seemed to be trembling at the roar.
He Zhenghao's face twitched and he didn't dare to say anything. He just hurriedly opened the teleportation array.
Who would have thought that that person would actually notice what he was doing.
"Want to escape? Humph!"
A wave of fluctuation suddenly enveloped the sky above Liuli Island.
He Zhenghao was shocked to discover that the Liuli Island teleportation array had actually lost contact with Wanxian Island.
"Space blockade?!"
Cold sweat instantly dripped from his forehead.
But in an instant, He Zhenghao reacted.
"No, I just don't know how to temporarily affect the connection of the teleportation array nodes..."
Just when he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But suddenly he discovered that the monk who suddenly came to the door turned into a stream of light and rushed straight towards the island protection formation below.
He Zhenghao was overjoyed: "Turns out he is a reckless man! My formation of mountains, rivers and stars is not easy to deal with, even if you have a golden elixir cultivation level..."
Just as he was thinking this, something happened that shocked him.
The opponent actually regarded the formation as if it were nothing, and just flew in with such swagger.
The flight route may seem random, but it always takes place at the point where the protection of the magic circle is weakest.
And it was extremely fast, in an instant, before He Zhenghao had time to react.
It fell in front of him.
The man stared at him coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes: "Is it you who secretly learned my sect's martial arts?"
He Zhenghao's mind suddenly went blank.
He didn't have time to think about why the other party was able to break through the mountains, rivers and stars he was proud of so easily.
As if a terrifying murderous intention enveloped him, He Zhenghao's heart beat violently.
"Misunderstanding! It's definitely a misunderstanding!"
"Fellow Taoist, please don't do anything!"
Faced with the threat of death, He Zhenghao shouted loudly.
"Fellow Taoist?" The other person's eyes were even more ferocious.
"How dare you call Master Jindan a fellow Taoist when you are just building a foundation?"
"Are all monks today so ignorant of etiquette?"
A coercion that was far stronger than that of ordinary Golden Core cultivators suddenly came from him.
He Zhenghao suddenly felt as if there was a big mountain pressing on his shoulders. His knees softened and he almost knelt down on the spot without holding on.
He Zhenghao suddenly felt aggrieved.
Not to mention the Golden elixir monks, even the Nascent Soul monks, I, He Zhenghao, am worthy of their fellow Taoists!
However, the villain is ahead, and for the sake of his own life, He Zhenghao has to temporarily submit to the other party's force.
Suppressing an ugly smile, He Zhenghao said with some difficulty: "Misunderstanding, it's really a misunderstanding!"
"Senior, if you have something to say, please say it!"
The other party glanced around with cold eyes, temporarily withdrawing the pressure.
"I ask, you answer!"
"If you lie to me..."
"Death!"
He Zhenghao couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat when he heard what the other party said.
Like a chicken pecking at rice, he kept nodding his head to show that he understood.
"Where did your "Sitting on the Mountain" come from?" the other party asked.
"It was an unexpected gain from an adventure in a cave when I was young. It is definitely not..."
Before He Zhenghao finished speaking, he heard another question from the other party.
"Where is the cave? Why is our sect inherited?"
He Zhenhao quickly told the location and internal structure of the cave.
The other party's eyes narrowed slightly and he was silent for a moment.
Then he actually told some details about the inside of the cave and asked He Zhenghao if he was.
He Zhenhao was overjoyed and nodded quickly.
Sensing that the other party's murderous intent gradually subsided, He Zhenghao couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing that the other person seemed to be lost in memories, he bravely asked: "I think the words and deeds of my seniors are different from ordinary people."
"I wonder if senior has just woken up from his deep sleep?"
No wonder He Zhenghao guessed like this.
Today’s monks, who would talk about any sect?
Moreover, there have been cases of ancient monks awakening after sleeping for thousands of years.
He Zhenghao is not very surprised by this.
I just feel that I am really unlucky.
The other party did not admit it directly, but his face became a little serious.
"I would also like to ask you, what happened in these years?"
"Practice skills can actually cause inexplicable reactions?"
"The world seems to be different..."
He Zhenghao became more and more convinced of his guess.
He immediately described Tianzun's teachings, everything that happened in the Xuanhuang Realm after the great catastrophe, and the current situation of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance to him in detail.
The other party's face changed after hearing this.
And He Zhenghao finally understood the other party's identity through constant insinuations.
His name is Li Fan, and he is a monk from the ancient Tianji Sect.
Once I fell into deep sleep due to an accident.
After waking up, not only will the cultivation level regress back to the Golden Core realm.
Even more feelings emerged in my heart.
Li Fan, who didn't know why, followed the sensing location and came to Liuli Island.
And after discovering that He Zhenghao, a fellow practitioner of "Sitting on the Mountain", was not a disciple of the Tianji Sect, the questioning scene just occurred.
"How did the seniors identify that I was not a disciple of the Tianji Sect?"
Although He Zhenghao lamented his misfortune in his heart, he still had doubts.
Li Fan sneered: "After thousands of years, have monks become so ignorant?"
"Your question is the same as asking why a monk can tell at a glance that a monster is not a human being."
"I, a monk of the Tianji Sect, pay attention to the unity of nature and man, and all the martial arts in the sect are closely related to the Qi Jigong. Naturally, I have the secret skills to distinguish them."
He Zhenghao's old face blushed slightly when he heard the other party's disdainful tone.
Just as he was about to say something else, he saw Li Fan suddenly staring at him closely.
"Senior, you..." He Zhenghao couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
"How long have you been practicing "Sitting on the Mountain"?" Li Fan asked.
He Zhenghao was slightly startled: "It's been more than a hundred years..."
""Sitting on the Mountain" is such a magical skill. You have practiced it for so long, how did you build up your foundation?"
Li Fan looked at He Zhenghao suspiciously: "Could it be that you were also injured and fell into the realm?"
When He Zhenghao heard this, his face suddenly turned red.
"Senior, I don't know something, this mountain sitting technique..."
He was about to defend himself, but suddenly he remembered that this was the ancestor who practiced "Sitting on the Mountain".
I was speechless for a moment.
Hem and haw, stay there.
But it was Li Fan who saved him.
He seemed to have remembered something and suddenly realized: "By the way, you can't sense the secret of heaven. No wonder you practice so slowly."
"Just rely on [Sitting on the Mountain], without going [Sitting on the Immortal]. It's difficult, it's difficult!"