A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

Although the girl's pretty face was full of disbelief, she also knew that her grandfather would not talk nonsense, and she was extremely shocked in her heart! He had no choice but to refrain from looking in Han Li's direction.

Han Lijian gave the other party a small lesson, but it did not really hurt him, and he was very satisfied.

At this time, he moved his lips slightly and transmitted the message.

Suddenly, the old man in green robe thought of Han Li's voice.

"After you leave Prince Xin's Mansion later, don't leave in a hurry. Wait for me at the back door of the Prince's Mansion. I have something to ask you!"

Han Li's voice was full of unquestionable command, which made the old man startled, and he secretly complained in his heart.

"Isn't it rare that this master still refuses to let go of the two of them? He still has other intentions for them! But fortunately, the other party doesn't seem to be ruthless, so there shouldn't be any danger! And he can compete with the foundation-building monks The relationship seems to be a rare opportunity for the family to revitalize." The old man in Qingpao could only think to himself in this way, feeling anxious and tormented!

Seeing this, Han Li smiled slightly and turned his attention back to the white-haired old man again.

At this time, Wu Xianshi had already checked most of the crowd, but he had not yet found anyone who was destined to be immortal.

Those young people who were declared to have no fate had no choice but to return to their seats dejectedly. Of course, their elders did not look good either.

"What kind of immortal fate? This is obviously looking for people with spiritual roots. However, this old Taoist is not just a fool. It seems that he really wants to recruit disciples among these people! Otherwise, he can just point to a few people at random. " Han Li thought indifferently as he watched the old Taoist examine the spiritual roots of each young man with great joy.

However, Han Li felt that there would be little success for the old Taoist to recruit disciples here. Among these fifty or sixty people, there is really little hope in picking out those with spiritual roots!

Just when Han Li thought of this, the white-haired old man suddenly said loudly:

"This child has the destiny to be immortal, I can accept him as my disciple!"

Han Li was stunned after hearing this. I couldn't help but look at this person who was destined to be immortal.

I saw a fair and fat young man standing in front of Master Wu Xian, looking at a loss.

Next to him was a middle-aged man with a big belly and wearing purple silk clothes, who asked with disbelief:

"Master Immortal, is my Tong Jing really destined to be immortal? You are not mistaken!"

The person who was really hit by the huge pie still couldn't believe it. There were so many young handsome men in front of him who didn't pick him up. His son, his lazy and delicious son, was actually noticed by the immortal master. It really made him feel like he was dreaming. .

"Haha, don't worry, donor! I have checked it several times. Guizi does have immortal roots and can learn immortal arts with the young prince." Seeing this, Immortal Master Wu twisted his snow-white beard with his hand and said with a smile.

"Thank you, Immortal Master! Thank you, Immortal Master! Although I am not very rich, but my family is somewhat poor, I will definitely prepare a heavy apprenticeship gift for Immortal Master tomorrow! My son, quickly... kowtow to Immortal Master and become your disciple!" "After the middle-aged man was convinced that the matter was correct, he danced happily and spoke incoherently.

When the young people who were unsuccessful saw this, they were all dumbfounded.

Isn't this person that Wu Xianshi is interested in, the fat boy who is often regarded as a loser by them?

It’s too hard to accept that such a waste is actually a person with immortal roots!

Not only these young people think so, but their elders can't help but look at each other, feeling a little hard to accept.

After all, this young man named Tong Jing is famous in their circle for his uselessness.

There was nothing unusual about Han Li's face.

Whether a person has spiritual roots does not depend on whether he or she is handsome, good-looking, or even has nothing to do with the person's talent and ability. There is no pattern to be found at this time.

Otherwise, before the Immortal Cultivation Family appeared, people from the Immortal Cultivation Sect would not have had such a hard time finding disciples.

However, Han Li was a little surprised to find someone with spiritual roots among such a small number of people. It seems that this Taoist priest is very lucky!

Han Li and the pair of grandparents understood this truth, but others in the hall did not.

They started talking quietly.

Some shrewd people among them even began to doubt the authenticity of Master Wu Xian. People who haven't tested it yet are a little hesitant to listen to it.

As a result, there was a moment of silence in front of the old Taoist.

Seeing this, King Xin showed displeasure.

But everyone in the hall was his good friend for many years, so it was not easy to say something unpleasant directly, so he had to say tactfully to the old man:

"Master Wu, we are all just ordinary people. Not many of us have seen real magic and magic. Master Wu, please show us your skills again and open your eyes!"

After hearing what King Xin said, everyone present immediately became silent, all watching what the immortal master said.

The white-haired old man pondered for a moment, then agreed readily, and then asked everyone to follow him to the open space in front of the hall.

With the words of the old man, everyone in the hall "suddenly" poured out of the hall. Han Li followed him out indifferently.

However, the grandfather and grandson had no intention of moving. It seemed that they were still worried about Han Li's appointment with them!

Outside the living room, the old man stood in a large circle surrounded by people and began to cast spells.

I saw him making secrets with his hands, standing with his feet flat, and whispering words in a low voice. The faint sound of the incantation added a bit of mystery to it.

As a result, the onlookers all held their breath and stared at the old Taoist's every move.

After hearing these spells, Han Li secretly rolled his eyes.

At this moment, Lao Dao's two palms moved together in the middle, and then moved left and right. A fierce fireball as big as a fist floated in the middle of his hands. At the same time, the temperature nearby suddenly rose, and a hot breath filled the air. Come on.

This is the "Fire Bullet Technique" that everyone must practice as a Fire Spirit Root cultivator.

And this scene, which is most common among immortal cultivators, immediately caused people nearby to exclaim in surprise, shouting that it was incredible!

But the next scene not only left these mortals stunned, but even Han Li was shocked at first.

Because of what followed, the old man kept making and changing gestures with his hands, and as a result, the hot fireball gradually deformed in front of everyone's eyes.

First, it slowly stretched out its wings and grew a sharp beak, and then transformed into a pair of slender claws and tail, turning into a small and exquisite flame bird.

"Could it be the Fire Bird Technique?"

Seeing this scene, Han Li's nerves tensed up and he almost couldn't believe his eyes.

"Firebird Technique" is a genuine intermediate-level primary spell, and even Han Li himself has not mastered it. But in front of him, this was just an old way of cultivating immortals in the Qi refining stage, and it was actually used on the spot. It was really hard for him to believe it! No wonder Han Li thought he was dazzled.

But Han Li's surprise only lasted a moment.

He immediately discovered the huge difference between this fire bird and the real "Fire Bird Technique".

Although in appearance, this fireball-changing bird is very similar to the image of the spell released by the Fire Bird Technique, their sizes are too different.

The fire bird of the "Fire Bird Technique" has two wings and is nearly three feet in size. The Firebird transformed by Lao Dao has always remained the size of a fist and cannot be compared at all.

But what really convinced Han Li that this was just a "pseudo fire bird technique" was the magnitude of the mana fluctuations contained in the two.

The destructive power contained in the fire bird transformed by the Fire Bird Technique is something that even the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage would never dare to take on. As for this firebird, which is as small as a sparrow, its mana fluctuations are still exactly the same as those of the fireball, without increasing by half.

It seems to be just pure transformation!

After Han Li figured this out, he was both angry and funny!

He was almost fooled by this little trick, which was really a bit embarrassing!

However, this person's ability to manipulate flames is really amazing! Han Li asked himself that he would never be able to achieve such subtle control. He didn't know how a monk in the Qi Refining Stage could achieve this level. This veteran is really interesting!

The performance below by the veteran completely confirmed Han Li's thoughts.

I saw the fiery red bird that was flying high in the sky, suddenly flew to the ground, and transformed into a red pug, running happily around the old road.

Soon after, the puppy transformed into a fire snake, and the fire snake evolved into a villain...

This series of astonishing performances completely made those mortals who had never seen the changes in magic, stunned and speechless!

Until the old man suddenly pointed with his hand, the flame pony that had finally changed rushed towards a small cherry tree on one side. As a result, the flames burst out and instantly turned the tree into ashes.

The veteran ended his performance.

At this time, the onlookers were just waking up from a dream, and desperately called the immortal master to the old Taoist.

The original doubts in my heart have long been put behind me, and there is no trace of disbelief left!