Although the monks in the Yue Kingdom were still very curious about choosing a Taoist companion, the words "Ghost Spirit Sect" still diverted their attention for a while.
Without him, the opponent's combat power is indeed quite strong.
After six or seven consecutive battles, the Yan family's children only won once.
Except for special circumstances such as Xie Duanyang, all the monks who can come to the Treasure Hunting Conference have an alchemy monk behind them.
Therefore, they feel a sense of superiority to other monks.
But even so, they have to admit it.
If it had been him, the result wouldn't have been much better.
The style of the Demonic Sect is fierce and fierce, taking the concept of the weak and the strong and survival of the fittest to its extreme.
At the same level, the combat power is indeed one level higher than that of the disciples of the seven sects of the Yue Kingdom.
What's more, the team of monks from the Ghost Spirit Sect were said to have forced their way to the door without an invitation, and even injured the disciples at the reception desk.
They were able to provoke each other at the family residence without getting hurt, but the Yan family pinched their noses and invited them in.
You can tell how deep the other person’s background is without asking.
And when Wuyouzi revealed his identity as one of the Six Demonic Sects of Tianluo Kingdom, all the foundation-building monks on the third floor became angry.
Instinctively suspect that the other party wants to invade and expand.
But because they didn’t know that the two small countries of Jiang and Cheqi were already occupied by the Six Sects Blitz.
So I didn't panic much, I quickly regained my composure, and started discussing my cultivation experience.
But this time, the number of participants was much larger, and basically all the foundation-building monks on the third floor participated.
Han Li listened with great interest, and backed up Huang Maple Valley and Tianxing Sect's two small towns.
He had already gathered the materials needed for the "Qi Lian Powder", and then ripened and refined many pills.
After four years of retreat, the mana has been accumulated to a level close to full.
The experience of breaking through the barriers mentioned by the monks in the middle and late stages is just right for him to use.
Having said this, Han Li felt extremely depressed.
What limits the progress of other monks' skills is often the lack of elixirs.
However, he developed drug resistance due to drug abuse. As a result, he had countless elixirs in his hands, but he could no longer increase his mana by half.
Thinking of this, Han Li couldn't help but glance at Xie Duanyang, wondering if he could get one or two more ancient elixir recipes from Brother Zhang.
As a result, he met the other party and gave him a look.
The two have known each other for more than ten years and have a tacit understanding.
Although their eyes only touched briefly and then separated, they already understood each other.
Han Li felt much less comfortable listening to the following experience exchange meeting.
When it got dark and someone left, he excused himself by going to the inn.
After another two or three people separated him, Xie Duanyang left calmly.
First, he went to the Yingying Inn where he was staying. After a short rest for half an hour, he climbed over the wall from the backyard again.
The spirit armor turned into a dark green cloak, easily blending into the night.
After walking most of the circle around the fort, avoiding the patrolling Yan family guards, Xie Duanyang appeared in front of the "Fengyue Inn" in the southeast corner of Yanling Fort.
I have to say that the place Han Li chose has his own personal style.
Among the several inns built by the Yan family to entertain foreign monks, this is the most remote one.
Not to mention the number of monks inside, they are all people who don't like liveliness or are withdrawn by nature.
The fewer people there are, the less chance of getting into trouble.
In addition, it is the closest to the city wall, so if something unexpected happens, it is easiest to run away.
Before waiting long in front of the inn, Xie Duanyang heard Han Li's message telling him the location of the room.
Obviously, he has been paying attention to the door.
"Brother Zhang, there are too many people here just now, and I haven't congratulated you on building the foundation yet.
It’s a small gift, don’t blame it for being too shabby.”
Because he had something to ask for, Xie Duanyang had just walked in. Han Li held his fists in his hands and congratulated him, and at the same time handed over a beautiful wooden box.
There are about a dozen elementary and high-level talismans inside, which are the results of Han Li's dabbling in talismans during the past few years of alchemy.
Although it is far less precious than when the two of them divided Fu Yang's inheritance last time, it is still worth two to three hundred spiritual stones, and it definitely has nothing to do with the word "shabby".
"Junior Brother Han, what are you talking about?!"
Xie Duanyang didn't even open the wooden box at all, but pushed it back with one hand, saying quite angrily.
"What a relationship between you and me, why do we need these things?
What's more, if it hadn't been for the foundation-building pill that my junior brother gave me last time, building the foundation for my brother might not have been so smooth.
If I want to say thank you, I should also thank you, my junior brother, for my brother."
As he spoke, Xie Duanyang's voice became a little embarrassed.
"If junior brother really wants to congratulate me, I would like to borrow something from junior brother's hand to examine it for two days, but I'm afraid that junior brother won't be able to part with it?"
Hearing what he said, Han Li suddenly became secretly happy.
He was not afraid that Xie Duanyang would not speak, but he was afraid that he would not have the chance to let him owe him a favor.
As for what I borrowed.
To be honest, except for the little green bottle, there is really nothing that Han Li can't bear to part with.
If it weren't for the possibility of leaking the secret of the little green bottle, he wouldn't feel any pain even if he was given a few packets of Qi Lian Powder.
However, Han Li was still very curious and wanted to know what Brother Zhang wanted to borrow.
The magical weapons such as the Divine Wind Boat, Green Fire Miasma, Wulong Duo, and White Phosphorus Shield were refined by Xie Duanyang himself, and of course he would not borrow them back again.
Even if you think about ordinary things, the other party will look down on them.
"When we were dealing with those thieves, was the small mirror released by my junior brother the 'Qing Ning Mirror' of the Hidden Moon Sect?"
Hearing Xie Duanyang ask about "Qingning Mirror", Han Li instinctively wanted to distance himself and reached out to touch the storage bag on his waist.
He had heard from the giant sword sect man who died in his hands that the owner of the small mirror was Duobao Nu, whose real name Han Li still didn't know.
With an extraordinary background in the Hidden Moon Sect, if people knew that this mirror was in their hands, there would be some entanglement.
But finally, Han Li had extraordinary determination and stopped himself in time.
Now he is no longer a Qi practitioner who participated in the blood ban trial. Not only did he succeed in building the foundation, but he was also officially accepted by Li Huayuan as his disciple.
Even if the other party has some background, they cannot easily cause trouble for you.
Besides, he also believed that Brother Zhang would not spread this matter.
"Maybe, the original owner of this thing seems to be a disciple of the Hidden Moon Sect, but if it's not the 'Qing Ning Mirror', I don't know."
Han Li took out the small mirror from his storage bag and said half-seriously, half-falsely, his voice a little aggrieved and helpless.
Duobao Nu obviously did not die in his hands, but it was Han Li who avenged her.
But the blame for this is most likely to be placed on myself.
Han Li rarely suffers such dumb losses.
However, those who knew the inside story basically died in his hands, and even if they suffered, they could not tell them.
He took the small mirror from Han Li and injected it with magic power.
Xie Duanyang nodded with satisfaction as he watched the mirror spray out a ball of green light, fixing the head fire crow he released at will in the air.