A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

"What's so funny? I just have compassion in my heart and don't want to hurt anyone!" The immortal master opposite saw Han Li's indifferent expression and couldn't help but get angry, and he became more and more pretending to be an "expert" .

"It's nothing! I just feel that this competition seems to be easier than I thought!" Han Li tapped the ground under his feet with his toes and said casually.

"What? How dare you look down on me like this!" The middle-aged monk's face turned red all of a sudden. When he raised his hand, there was something shiny in his hand. But before he could sacrifice the thing in his hand, he suddenly felt a figure in front of him. Ichika, then his eyes went black, and he fell limply to the ground, his identity unknown.

…

After a while, Han Li lifted the unconscious middle-aged monk upside down and came out with a normal expression.

The other monks in the hall were shocked when they saw this scene.

They all clearly saw the difference in cultivation between Han Li and his opponents. But it was Han Li who won, which was really unexpected.

But not all monks were extremely surprised. The old man, who had always had a sullen face, showed a very strange expression.

He gave Han Li a meaningful look. Although he didn't say anything, he seemed to know the process of Han Li's action.

Han Li smiled "hehe" and calmly put two bamboo sticks in front of the old man, put his unconscious opponent on the ground, and returned to the winning monks.

The old man looked at the middle-aged monk at his feet who still didn't know who he was, and shook his head slightly, showing a hint of a smile.

"Number Eight"

…

When the last winner also appeared, the old man looked at the other ten monks who had not played, coughed lightly, and said lightly:

"The challenges will start in order of numbers. If you feel that you have a serious loss of mana, you can take a rest first and wait for a while before challenging again. However, all challenges must be completed within today, otherwise it will be considered as abstention. Moreover, challengers are not allowed to challenge those who have already played against others. People. As for the extra number 11, they will challenge once among the ten winners in the end."

"Okay, let's get started!"

Seeing that the old man had finished speaking, the number one monk couldn't wait to select an opponent who seemed to have the lowest cultivation level among the ten monks, and entered the platform together.

The opponent being challenged only had a sixth-level cultivation, but he was a seventh-level monk. It seemed like he had a good chance of winning!

But after a cup of tea, the sixth-level monk came out of the white light first. As for the No. 1 monk, he came out later with bruises all over his body.

He looked ashamed and ran out of the hall without saying a word.

Seeing this scene, the expressions of the other challengers changed. The monk returned to the group of ten people nonchalantly.

"Next!" the old man shouted without any surprise. It seems that the monk's victory is a matter of course!

"Senior, my mana has not recovered now, please wait a moment!" The No. 2 monk said with a red face.

The old man "No. 3" ignored whether this person really had not recovered his magic power or was a little timid, and directly called the next number.

The next monk frowned slightly and also avoided the fight.

The No. 4 cultivator below couldn't help but choose an opponent and entered the platform.

As a result, the same scene happened again.

Looking at the seriously injured monk No. 4, all the remaining challengers looked shocked.

In this case, the two monks behind also delayed the opportunity to challenge. In their opinion, it is wiser to let others try it first.

"No. 7" The old man's expression changed for a moment before he slowly read Han Li's number.

Han Li walked out silently, stretched out his hand and pointed at an opponent with a sixth level of cultivation.

The monk was a strong man. Seeing that Han Li did not back down and chose him, he smiled ferociously and strode towards the platform.

Han Li, on the other hand, walked slowly, as if thinking about countermeasures.

As the figures of the strong man and Han Li disappeared in the white light, everyone looked at the direction of the platform with concern.

The old man in the foundation building stage closed his eyes and seemed to be concentrating.

But after a while, his face moved slightly, and then a hint of surprise appeared. He opened his eyes in surprise.

Then, a figure appeared on the platform in the white light.

The monks quickly looked around and saw that the man after the white light dissipated was Han Li. There were no injuries on his body, but he dragged his scorched opponent with one hand and walked out leisurely, looking extremely relaxed.

Seeing this scene, not only the monks who were also the challengers were shocked, but the remaining challengers also looked in disbelief.

As for the Wenqiang behind the old man, his mouth was wide open and he couldn't close it for a while.

Han Li placed his still-breathing opponent in front of the old man, then leisurely returned to his original position despite all kinds of surprised looks.

When the other challengers saw this, they couldn't help but move around, showing a hint of awe.

Seeing this situation, Han Li sneered inwardly.

It seems that no matter where you go, strength speaks the most effective way.

Perhaps it was Han Li's unexpected victory that gave the remaining people the confidence to win. As a result, the few people behind did not avoid the battle and directly chose their opponents to fight.

But none of these people ended up seriously injured.

Seeing this scene, the first few challengers were horrified and completely lost their desire to win. At the end of the day, everyone actually abstained.

After all, they knew they were outmatched and still wanted to fight hard. It’s not like their brains were broken!

This way. The old man announced on the spot that Han Li was the only one who had obtained the qualifications for the Gu family to be a merchant on Da Dao Island.

Then the old man handed a blue jade slip to Han Li and said that he would just give it to the Gu family.

Then the old man unceremoniously issued an order to expel the guests. All the immortal cultivators were unceremoniously kicked out of the hall.

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In the corridor, when Han Li handed the blue jade slip to Gu Dongzhu, the look on his face was truly wonderful.

First there was some disbelief, then surprise, and finally ecstasy!

"Master Han, I won't say much more about Gu's gratitude. Don't worry, the conditions promised by the Gu family will definitely be fulfilled by the Immortal Master."

When he said this, Han Li, Gu Dongzhu and Wang Changqing were already on their way back to Gujiazhuang in a beast cart.

Although he spoke with a grateful face, his hands tightly hugged the jade slip, as if he was afraid that it would fly away. It looks a bit funny.

"I believe Mr. Gu will not do such a thing of burning bridges across rivers! Especially for an immortal cultivator." Han Li said with a smile, leaning against the wall of the beast cart.

Upon hearing Han Li's seemingly warning words, Gu Dongzhu and Wang Changqing's expressions turned pale and they claimed they did not dare.

Soon after, Han Li returned to the wooden house on the hill, while Qu Hun stayed there honestly.

Han Li only practiced Qi in the house for three more days before Wang Changqing came to see him again.

This time he came to inform Han Li that he could go to the Dengxian Pavilion on the Immortal Mountain to apply for permanent residence on Kuixing Island. At the same time, they also need to determine a place for Han Li to practice.

After all, every immortal cultivator on the island can have his own cave.

Although the available places must have thinner spiritual energy because he did not participate in the Spiritual Land Competition Conference, he can finally have a place to practice.

Han Li carried the guarantee letter for the painting given by the Gu family and flew straight to the middle of Kuixing Island. Qu Hun naturally stayed behind in the hut.

Along the way, Han Li flew over seven or eight cities and dozens of small towns, and finally saw the fairy mountain that Wang Changqing said.

It was a giant blue mountain with half as tall as a cloud, and three peaks as tall as clouds reaching into the sky. It looked really majestic and majestic.

There are countless small peaks under the giant peak.

At a glance, Han Li had no idea how wide this mountain was.

Han Li stared blankly at the so-called "Fairy Mountain", feeling a little dazed.

"Hey, isn't this Fellow Daoist Han?" A voice of greeting suddenly came from behind Han Li.

Han Li was slightly startled, feeling that something sounded familiar, and quickly looked back.

Not far behind him, he saw the frail Wenqiang looking at him with a smile on his face, with a wheel-like flying magic weapon under his feet.

"It turns out to be fellow Daoist Wen, what a coincidence!" Han Li was startled and laughed.

"Hehe! Yes, I didn't expect to meet fellow Taoist! I really admire how fellow Taoist can defeat the monks in the escort team!"

"Guard team?" Han Li was stunned when he heard the truth!