"That man is an old acquaintance from before. I haven't seen him for many years. I was a little surprised to see him suddenly just now." Dong Xuan'er looked a little strange, but replied calmly.
"Old acquaintance? That man is a monk in the early stage of Yuanying. He was able to attend today's gathering. He looks so young. He must be the Luoyun Sect elder who has become famous recently. Speaking of which, this man also has the surname Han, and
The name is exactly the same as the person you mentioned before. Could it be this person?" Facing Dong Xuan'er's blunt reply, Old Demon Yunlu didn't even get angry, but asked calmly. It seems that his relationship with Dong Xuan'er is different.
Ordinary.
When Dong Xuan'er heard what the old devil said, her face turned slightly pale, but she remained silent and did not say a word.
A cold light flashed in Old Demon Yunlu's eyes. He snorted coldly and stopped asking any more questions, but a trace of gloom flashed between 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 very cautious. They only asked a few questions and then hurriedly let them go. Of course, Dong Xuan'er could not enter, and could only be let in by one of them.
The monks were led to the side hall to rest for the time being.
After Han Li walked into the palace door, he soon saw the entrance to the main hall and immediately quickened his pace and walked in.
The layout of the main hall is very simple. In addition to the huge stone pillars, in the large open space in the middle, there are unusually exquisite wooden chairs placed every few feet apart. There are as many as sixteen or seventeen.
And on these chairs, there were seven or eight monks with different expressions sitting sparsely.
When they saw Han Li coming in, some gave him a cold look, some turned a blind eye, and some closed their eyes to rest, all doing their own thing as if no one was around.
However, when one of them saw Han Li coming in, he showed a kind smile, waved to Han Li and said:
"Fellow Taoist Han has come out of seclusion. If you don't mind, just sit next to Long."
This person is none other than Long Han of the Luanming Sect, the head of the Tiandao Alliance.
"Thank you so much, Brother Long!"
Han Li didn't refuse, and sat down on a chair next to him. He then looked at the people present for a moment, then sat there in silence.
A moment later, the figure of Old Demon Yunlu also appeared at the entrance.
When he saw everyone in the hall, he walked to an empty chair with a smile and sat down grandly.
Not far from where he sat, there happened to be an old man in blue robe sitting. This man was holding a small emerald green pot in one hand and a white jade wine glass in the other. He was drinking and pouring himself as if there was no one around.
As soon as the old demon Yunlu sat near him, a smell of powder immediately floated away. Immediately, after smelling it, the old demon glared at him and secretly felt bad luck.
The old demon didn't care at all about the old man's dissatisfaction. Instead, his eyes flickered a few times and fell on Han Li diagonally opposite him, and he looked at Han Li with great interest again.
This time, it was Han Li's turn to feel restless.
After frowning, he simply closed his eyes gently, his face expressionless. But in his heart, he was thinking about the relationship between Lao Mo and Dong Xuan'er.
After Dong Xuan'er was abducted by the young master of the Hehuan Sect, she joined the Demon Sect. Although the old demon had a notorious reputation, he shouldn't have attacked the disciples of this sect. There must be some other relationship between the two.
Otherwise, Lao Mo 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 outside the hall.
Naturally, these people are all monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. Some of them know each other well, and some of them have a lot of hatred. As a result, greetings and cynicism can be heard from time to time in the hall.
At this time, Old Demon Yunlu had turned his gaze away from Han Li.
But Han Li remained motionless without raising his eyelids. He felt that he didn't recognize many of the monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, so there was no need to greet anyone.
"Fellow Soul-Shattering Taoist! I didn't expect you to come too. I heard that Taoist Taoist Master "Nine Soul Secret Technique" has reached the transformation state. It's really gratifying and congratulatory."
"Broken Soul!" This greeting made Han Li's heart move. He couldn't help but open his eyes.
At the entrance of the hall, a thin and strange old man in soap robes walked in. And a monk in black robes in the hall greeted him enthusiastically.
The old man in soap robe was stunned for a moment, then immediately walked over with a smile on his face.
"What? Daoist fellow Daoist Han has seen Master Shattered Soul before?" Long Han on the side noticed Han Li's abnormality and asked with a smile.
"No. Han just heard that Senior Brother Cheng mentioned this person, and he heard that he has great magical powers." Han Li said with an unchanged expression, without mentioning at all that he had killed a bunch of Soul-Shattering Sect members during his trip to Vietnam that day.
"Haha. It's no wonder. I remember that Elder Cheng once fought with this person and suffered a small loss. Naturally, I was deeply impressed by him. However, with the current reputation of fellow Daoist Han, there is no need to be afraid anymore. But the monk in the middle stage of Yuanying
Among them, there is one person, fellow Taoist Han, who it is best not to provoke. Even if the three Tiannan monks meet that person, they will also have a big headache." Long Ha smiled slightly and said in a pointing tone.
"Can it give three monks a headache? Does such a person exist?" Han Li raised his eyebrows and was a little surprised.
"Of course there is. This person once fought against Taoist Zhiyang, one of the three major monks. Although he was almost seriously injured and killed, he also slightly injured Taoist Zhiyang and was able to escape. So this person is almost recognized as one of the three major monks.
It’s just that this person has always been a loner. Even if a big event like the invasion of mages comes, it’s a matter of time and again. Otherwise, it would be a big helping hand.” Long Han explained carefully.
"Can seriously injure a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator! This person is really capable. I wonder if he is that expert, he must be quite famous." Han Li pursed his lips and asked curiously.
"Fellow Taoist Daoist must have heard of this guy. Fellow Taoist Han should be familiar with the name 'Old Monster of Heaven's Hatred'," Long Han said with a smile.
"God hates this old monster! It's this person. The thunder has already hit my ears." Han Li smiled bitterly and murmured, and what happened in the forbidden area of the Holy Tree while pretending to be a low-level monk flashed through his mind.
At that time, the two spies, good and evil, were extremely afraid of the old ghost.
"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 his eyes and said with a smile.
But after hearing this, Long Han shook his head.
"Although Feng Bing and I have some magical powers, there is a high probability that we will not be able to defeat this person if we fight alone. Of course, if the two of us join forces, it will be another matter." Long Han said sternly.
Han Li smiled after hearing this, and when he was about to say something else, he suddenly felt someone looking at him, with a cold and gloomy look, as if he had malicious intentions.
Han Li became wary, but his face remained calm. He turned his head slightly and met the man's eyes.
It turned out to be an extremely strange old man with a long beard dressed in green clothes.
When the old man saw Han Li looking at him, the cold light in his eyes dimmed, and he looked away expressionlessly, as if nothing had happened.
But Han Li did not relax because of this. Instead, he stared at this person with flashing eyes for a long time.
"What? Daoist fellow Han doesn't recognize this person?" Long Han naturally noticed this scene and chuckled.
"From what Brother Long said, it seems that I should know him." Han Li felt a little puzzled.
"This person is Dongmen Tu, the great elder of the Yuling Sect, who is in charge of the power of the Yuling Sect. 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 like brothers. And you will
Gu Shuangpu was killed as a spy of the Mulan people. This person didn't say anything because the evidence was sufficient, but he must be dissatisfied with you. Taoist friends should be more careful." Long Han gave a meaningful warning.
Han Li rubbed his nose after hearing this, with a wry smile on his face, but he thanked him repeatedly.
In just a quarter of an hour, most of the chairs in the hall were filled with monks.
It's funny to say that, whether intentionally or unintentionally, almost all the demonic monks were on the right side of the main hall, while the righteous monks occupied most of the chairs on the left side of the main hall.
Only the monks from the Tiandao Alliance and the Nine Kingdoms Alliance seemed to be unconcerned and sat down casually on the left and right sides.
Among these monks, another acquaintance of Han Li was also sitting among them, that is, the monk surnamed Kuang from Ni Hangzhai. He happened to be 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 told Han Li to identify two other monks from the Tiandao Alliance, a woman with an ordinary face and light makeup, and an old man with a sad face.
Han Li took one more look at these two people and remembered their appearance in his heart.
At this time, I don't know whether it was because there were so many people, but the expressions of the people present became serious. No one was chatting, and they all looked at the others coldly.
Every time these people go out, they are almost all the top beings from the south of the world, and they all gather here at once. Not only do they know each other, but they also have all kinds of thoughts and ideas.
Among these people, Han Li can be regarded as an extremely special being.
With the powerful spiritual consciousness of these old monsters, and Han Li did not hide it intentionally, almost as soon as his eyes glanced at Han Li, he could see his low cultivation level. Naturally, he knew who Han Li was.
After all, Han Li's reputation has become quite famous in the past six months. It's impossible for these old monsters not to have heard about it.
Han Li, on the other hand, sat there with his eyelids drooping, paying no attention to anyone, as if he was responding to all changes by remaining unchanged.
Just when the hall began to become extremely quiet and even a little solemn, three people finally came out from the side door of the hall.
The old monsters who were looking at others silently glanced at each other and focused their gazes on them.
A big man in black robes, an old man with green hair, and a Taoist priest carrying a sword.
Han Li looked normal, but his heart skipped a beat. These three people were the three great monks. They were also the only three late Nascent Soul monks in Tiannan for more than a thousand years.
The other people had different expressions, but most of them were like Han Li, looking at the three people calmly and waiting for them to speak.