Chapter 310 Han Li, You Are Too Arrogant "I don't understand why we have to wait half a year. What on earth is Yuling Sect thinking?" Two shocking rainbows leading to the depths of the Purple Gold Country fell to the ground and transformed into a man and a woman. "Junior brother, be careful with your words," The woman gave the man a warning look. Afterwards, she looked around to make sure there was no one around, and then she used her spiritual sense to send a message. "News from the border: Mulan Grassland will launch a general offensive in half a year." Makishi's eyes widened, as it was the first time he heard this news. Coming back to his senses, he guessed that the Demon's idea was to reach the boundary and then decide how to respond based on the situation. If Yue and Yuanwu suffered heavy casualties, we could surely conquer them by issuing an edict. Yun Lan felt relieved when she saw that Mu Zhi seemed to understand, and continued to teach him earnestly. "Brother Pastor, the entire Pastor family is under your control now. You must not act impulsively like before."

"Thank you, Senior Sister Yun, for your guidance, hehe." Makizhi scratched the back of his head and smiled innocently, and couldn't help but look at the female cultivator's face a few more times. After they all left, Yun Lan had a look of disgust on his face, thinking that this idiot was finally sent away. No, if we use it again, maybe we can get some resources. Another day later, she appeared in a hall in the mountains in the central part of Zijin Country, respectfully narrating every detail of her trip to Huangfeng Valley to the old woman in front of her. The old woman nodded from time to time, and when Yun Lan finished speaking, she waved her hand to signal the other party to leave. When the hall returned to its quiet state, the old woman looked far away in the direction of Yue State, with doubt, surprise, and calculation flashing in her eyes, and she muttered to herself, "Brother Linghu is quite well hidden. Well, it seems that we need to discuss it with others. Good things should be shared with allies." Soon, her virtual bust appeared in Yuanwu, Cheqi, Jiang and other countries. . . . The hustle and bustle in the world is all for the sake of coming, and the bustle of the world is all for the sake of going away. In the sixty years since Li Xunhuan debuted, the changes he brought to Huangfeng Valley and the development of Guanjiangkou blessed land finally attracted the salivating eyes of the money wolves. Guanjiangkou seems to be still unaware of all this. On this day, a large wooden ship several hundred feet long was sailing slowly southward. When it passed over a huge city, the shouting of children could be heard from the deck. "Look, that's Jiayuan City." "Wow, it's so big." "I heard from my family that this river alone is hundreds of feet wide." Hundreds of children lay on the guardrails on both sides, looking down, with surprise on their faces as if they had seen a new world. Behind them, thousands of adults watched the children playing and fighting, and their eyes looked towards the new Jiayuan City below. After a long while, a young man dressed as a scholar holding a folding fan showed excitement on his face and exclaimed, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that there is such a huge city in the world! It covers an area of ​​600 miles in radius, and is well connected by land and water. It is much larger than Yuejing."

His words broke the silence of the people present, and men, women, young and old began to tell each other more secrets and gossip. "I heard that this place was just average a hundred years ago, far inferior to Yuejing, until a legendary scholar emerged here." "Yes, this is now a city where monks and mortals live together, and there is a second-level spiritual vein under our feet." "Level 2? Be good." At the same time, there was a pavilion under the mast of the giant ship, with two people sitting underneath. One of them was thin, dark-skinned and had an ordinary appearance. The other person had a simple and honest look, with a cunning look in his eyes occasionally, and his aura had reached the peak of foundation building. The two men sat upright on the stone benches, listening to the noise below, then exchanged glances, both with expressions of nostalgia for the past. "Brother Han, think back a hundred years ago, you and I went to the Yellow Maple Valley just like them. Time flies." "yes," The middle-aged man called Brother Han had a flash of nostalgia in his eyes, then he shook his head and smiled bitterly. A hundred years have passed, and he is now nearly one hundred and twenty years old, and his cultivation is in the initial stage of foundation building. Master Mo, cultivating immortality is truly difficult! Han Yunfeng, who was sitting opposite him, saw this and touched the back of his head, as if he had said something wrong again. However, he still wanted to say that he couldn't watch his old friend go down a dead end. "Brother Han, I have a few words to say but I don't know if I should say them or not." "How to say?" “We all followed Master Li out of the Yellow Maple Valley. Unlike others, we all have a bond of kinship. You can't lock yourself up on that hill and farm every day. How can you make money from farming? With your talent, when will you be able to form a pill?" When he heard the word "qualification", Han Li's eyes turned red and he almost cried. Han Yunzhi was in seclusion trying to achieve the Core Formation, while Wan Xiaoshan, Wu Jiuzhi, Hu Xiangu and the other three with spiritual roots were doing very well, and even True Man Qingyan was showing some youthful vigor. Watching his old friends succeed one by one, he is also a human being, how could he not have some thoughts? Seeing that his persuasion had worked, Han Yunfeng immediately struck while the iron was hot. "I heard that you knew Grandmaster Li before you joined the sect?" Han Li was stunned, thinking of the first time they met, when he barged into Li Garden in search of the Nuan Yang Jade and was hung upside down. His face turned red, but luckily it couldn't be seen due to his dark skin, and he said vaguely, "Barely so." "That's right," Hearing his answer, Han Yunfeng clapped his hands, and excitement flashed across his face. Then he squinted his eyes, looked at Han Li like a fool, and revealed a secret. "I heard from my sister that Li Yuan has a list of relatives and strangers, and you rank high. Even Tie Guanjia has been talking about you in private, asking why this idiot hasn't come to see him yet." "That's impossible. I only have 14 spiritual roots." Han Li's eyes flickered, and he felt somewhat unconfident in his heart. "You are just too arrogant. I don't know how a farm boy like you could develop such a personality. Is it because you matured too early?"

"I do not have." "You still say no, then tell me, you..." Han Yunfeng suddenly stopped talking and looked down. Below, in the vast square of Jiayuan City, there was a ninety-nine-foot-tall statue of Master Li, and a crowd of people were conducting spiritual root tests on children of appropriate age. He deliberately looked down and said unhappily, "Well, you see, Grandmaster Li is actually a nostalgic person. It has taken a lot of effort for the mortal city of Jiayuan City to develop to its current state. The whole city is testing spiritual roots and cultivating them. Tsk tsk." The topic suddenly changed, and he said in a very stern tone, "What about you? You have two relationships, and you've ended up like this? Oh, I don't know what to say to you." Han Li was silent, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself. It flashed through his mind that the herbal spirit liquid could be purchased as long as one had spirit stones, and the people in the City Lord's Mansion were also polite when they saw him. He couldn't help but ask himself, could what Han Yunfeng said be true? He treats everyone with respect, is that wrong? Thinking of his parents' reserved attitude towards him and the distant attitude of his younger sister and children, he almost lost control of himself. There has never been, and there has never been, a saying that immortals and mortals are separated. He raised his eyes, put aside his pride for the first time, looked at Han Yunfeng equally, and asked earnestly, "I, I don't know what to do." "Don't fool yourself. You already know it." Han Yunfeng naturally couldn't feel Han Li's inner changes. He just spoke his mind and accidentally attacked again. "Read more and don't dwell on one thing. Maybe it's easy to solve the problem by changing your direction. For example, just go to the City Lord's Mansion and sincerely tell him your predicament. He will help you." "Even if it's four spiritual roots?" "Even if it's four spiritual roots." "Thank you." Han Li took a deep breath and decided to take that step. He must cultivate to become an immortal. He also wants this. Han Yunfeng stood up and walked to the guardrail, suddenly opened his arms, turned his back to the sun, and shouted loudly, "Han Li, there are many beautiful sights in this world of cultivation. Don't you want to come and take a look?" Han Li's eyes moved slightly, and a relaxed smile suddenly appeared on his face. He also opened his arms, just like when he first entered the world of immortal cultivation at the age of 18, and shouted wantonly, "Ah, Guanjiangkou, you are so big." "Hahaha." (End of this chapter)