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Chapter 638: Famous Party, Boy

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    A group of people flew to the front of the stone gate, and the yellow-clothed cultivator's token faded away, and the passage disappeared without a trace in an instant.

    "Follow up" this person said indifferently after glancing at a few people.

    Afterwards, he bounced his fingers and made complicated handprints with his hands, then turned around suddenly and raised his hands.

    Two red and yellow thorns shot out, directly hitting the stone gate full of restrictions.

    Immediately, the runes flashed one by one on the originally closed cyan door.  In a low humming sound.  The door slowly opened, revealing a long, square passageway inside.

    The friar in yellow strode in without saying a word.

    After the others looked at each other, they followed closely.

    Han Li walked among the disciples without looking sideways, but in fact his spiritual sense scanned everything nearby.

    This square passage looks like it was dug out directly in the mountainside with a magic weapon. Not only are the walls smooth and unusual, but every few steps you walk, there must be some esoteric and incomprehensible talismans engraved on the wall.

    Although he couldn't study them in detail for a while, he also knew that these things were definitely not for decoration.

    The passage is not too long, and after only a hundred feet or so, everyone appeared in a tidy stone hall.

    This hall is about fifty or sixty feet wide and seven or eight feet high, which is not small.

    In the middle of the stone hall, there is a cyan stone platform several feet in size, with ten vertical nicks criss-crossing, it is actually a huge chessboard, black and white chess pieces are spread all over the board, it seems to have reached the most critical point.

    And on both sides of the chessboard, an old man and a young man were sitting there holding black and white son boards.  The old one was a long-faced old man in brocade clothes, about fifty years old.  The youngest is only seven or eight years old, with red lips and white teeth, just like the reincarnation of a jade boy.

    "Uncle Lan! Why are you here, old man?"

    When the monk surnamed Bai saw the boy, he suddenly cried out, and then hurriedly stepped forward to pay respects.

    "Uncle Lan?"

    The gray-clothed old man and the middle-aged monk of Baiqiaoyuan were startled when they saw a strange boy here, but their expressions changed drastically when they heard the name of monk Bai.  Looking at the boy's braided bare feet and gold rings in his hands, a rumored senior figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

    "Juniors Du Hui and Yu Shan'an pay respects to Senior Lan!" The two of them were startled, and hurriedly saluted without thinking.

    "Get up. Didn't you see that Nephew Hu and I are going to the key point! Don't make a sound, what's the matter after I finish this game of chess."  But he is old-fashioned and arrogant.

    "Obey!" Cultivator Bai and the other three alchemy cultivators agreed without hesitation, and then stood nearby with their hands down, not daring to show any dissatisfaction.

    The long-faced old man who played chess with the boy showed a wry smile at the three of them, but didn't say anything.

    As for the monk in yellow, since he entered the stone hall, he stood behind the boy in a regular manner, as if he was a disciple.

    Those young monks who followed in were commotion when they heard that the three ancestors called the seven or eight-year-old boy in front of them their uncle.  ,

    What does this name mean? How could these disciples of the refining period not know, and immediately opened their eyes wide, staring at the boy, and their hearts were abnormally agitated.

    The moment Han Li saw this boy, he was startled.  This is a genuine Nascent Soul early stage monk, how could he appear here?

    However, he regained his composure afterward.

    Now, although he is not the opponent of the early Yuanying cultivator, it is not difficult to escape from the opponent.  Besides, he believed that the other party appeared here, and it should not be for him.

    Therefore, Han Li's face remained unchanged on the surface, but in his heart he silently considered what changes the other party's appearance would bring to his plan.

    Finally, after the boy and the long-faced old man played for another quarter of an hour, the long-faced old man pushed the chessboard and said respectfully.

    "Senior Lan is superb at chess, and this disciple is no match for me, so I'm willing to bow down!"

    Hearing this, the boy showed a hint of joy on his face, but then he rolled his black eyes and said suspiciously:

    "Martial nephew Hu, you didn't mean to give in, did you! My old man has made an agreement with you, you must never hold back when playing chess with me."

    "How dare the younger generation lie to the senior, it is because the senior's chess skills are far better than before." The long-faced old man heard the words, his face seemed to be a bit longer, and he hurriedly opened his mouth to distinguish.

    "Hee hee, I also feel that chess skills have improved a lot compared to before. It seems that it is not in vain to compete with those chess masters in the secular world." Hearing this, the boy smiled even more.?? points.

    "Okay. Put the chess pieces away. We're going to get down to business." The boy suddenly stopped smiling, and changed the subject.

    Then twisting his slender body, he faced the group of monks who had been waiting for a long time, blinked his big black and white eyes a few times, swept across the faces of several alchemy monks one by one, and his gaze fell on the face of Confucian scholars.

    "Nephew Bai, how many years have you joined Gujianmen." The boy asked slowly.

    "Your junior has been a beginner for more than a hundred years." Cultivator surnamed Bai was startled when he heard this, a little puzzled, but he replied honestly.

    "More than a hundred years! It's really hard for you." The boy's face flashed strangely, and he sighed softly.

    "Uncle Master, what do you mean by that?" The green-robed Confucian scholar's face changed slightly, but he immediately said with a forced smile.

    "What do you mean? Your Excellency is the closed disciple of the master of the Zhengdao Haoran Pavilion, but you have been in this sect for so many years. Our ancient sword sect can't tolerate a great god like you. Have you ever thought about it, go back and see Lingshi?"  Ah." The boy stared at the Confucian scholar and said in a cold voice.

    When the Confucian scholar named Bai heard the boy's words, his face turned "shua", and he turned pale.

    The gray-clothed old man and the middle-aged monk of Baiqiaoyuan shot a look of astonishment in their eyes, and at the same time subconsciously took a few steps away from the monk surnamed Bai.

    "Fellow Daoist Bai, is what Senior Lan said true?" the middle-aged monk asked in disbelief.

    The Confucian student surnamed Bai blushed for a while and turned pale for a while, and didn't make any distinctions.

    "Since my uncle has already checked my history clearly, it seems that it is useless for Bai to deny it. However, I will not be arrested without a fight!" After looking ugly for a while, the Confucian scholar finally spoke.

    But as soon as the last word "capture" came out of his mouth, a white light flashed on his body, and he shot backwards into the group of disciples behind him like a crossbow arrow. After grabbing, a white and bare hand immediately covered one of them  go.

    It was Meng Di, the young man in black with the "Nine Spirits Sword Body"!

    "What are you doing?" The gray-clothed old man and the middle-aged monk immediately roared, and there was a brilliance flashing on their bodies, as if they were going to save them, but it was obviously a step too late.

    Meng Di didn't panic, he raised his hand and let out a sharp sword energy, slashing at the big hand.

    But the difference in cultivation between the two is too great, the sword qi can't hurt the light hand, but it was crushed and shattered in a blink of an eye. Seeing that Meng Di was about to be captured by Confucianism, monk Bai shook his body and  Wearily fell to the ground.

    The bare hands immediately turned into a ball of bright light, and disappeared without a trace.

    The young man in black couldn't help standing there in a daze, at a loss for what to do.

    "Hmph! You've practiced well with our 'Taibai Hua Qi Hand'. But you forgot, my old man didn't really come here to play chess." The boy rubbed his little hands expressionlessly and murmured  Said.

    Except for Han Li in the stone hall, no one saw how the boy made a move and restrained the Confucian scholars.

    And Han Li narrowed his eyes and looked at the Confucian scholar who was lying on the ground, and then at the boy, a strange look flashed across his face.

    At the same time that the Confucian student made a sudden attack, through his spiritual sense, he was surprised to find that a light red silk thread shot out from the boy's foot. As a result, when the silk thread shot into the Confucian student's body, the boy turned over and fell down immediately.

    ? At first, he thought it was some kind of flying needle magic weapon, but when he glanced at it with his consciousness, he was shocked to find that there was a vague cold air in the light red silk thread, which was actually sword energy refined into silk.

    This moved Han Li greatly!

    He had heard it before, that an extremely skilled swordsman could turn a sword into silk at will, and break through ten thousand spells with a single sword!

    Now, he was able to see it with his own eyes.  It is really an incredible thing to be able to cultivate the sword energy into such an appearance!

    "Martial Nephew Hu, lock him up in the Dragon's Cave, and he can't be killed for the time being. We old fellows, we still need to use him!" The boy tilted his slender neck, and turned to face him who was playing chess with him just now.  said the long-faced old man.

    The long-faced old man's heart shuddered, and he said yes.  After a few steps, he mentioned Confucian scholars, entered through a side door in the stone hall, and disappeared without a trace.

    Seeing this situation, Han Li turned his eyes and glanced at Du Dong.

    I saw that he seemed to look normal, but after careful attention, he found that his drooping hands were clenched into fists, which showed the tension in his heart.

    Seeing this, Han Li smiled secretly, and stopped caring about this person.  (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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