A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

Han Li lowered his head and thought about it. It seemed that it was really impossible not to let the other party test his skills.

The other party gave him the "Corpse Pill" antidote without hesitation, and had already shown some sincerity to him. If he pushed back, it would make the other party unreasonably suspicious, thinking that he had not actually practiced the fourth level of Changchun Kung Fu. , but deceived him with lies. In this way, things will develop in a bad direction, and there may be some unexpected waves.

Furthermore, I had anticipated this step and made some preparations in advance. Even if I immediately turned my back on Wanmai, I still had a way to escape.

Thinking of this, Han Li raised his head and looked directly into Doctor Mo's eyes, and said slowly: "Old Mo, for the sake of your willingness to give the antidote, this is the last time I trust you, and I hope you won't let me down. "

After saying that, he handed his right wrist out, carefully paying attention to the other party's reaction. If anything went wrong, he would retract it immediately.

It's a pity that Doctor Mo has always maintained a fake smile on his face, and there is no difference at all. After hearing his words of agreement, his eyebrows twitched slightly, but then they returned to their original state. It seemed that he was interested in Han Li's answer was already well-prepared.

He said nothing more, stretched out his withered left hand, and gently placed it on Han Li's wrist. His smile gradually faded and became solemn, as if he was doing something extremely sacred.

Han Li secretly maintained his fourth-level skill. Seeing Doctor Mo's expression, he murmured in his heart. His alertness immediately reached its highest level. He quietly pressed his left hand to his waist, where there was a custom-made belt. sheath dagger

Slowly, a look of surprise appeared on Doctor Mo's face. He had noticed the continuous strange energy in Han Li's meridians. The intensity of this energy flow far exceeded the minimum requirement in his mind.

No matter how cunning and scheming he is, seeing that the big thing he has been planning for a long time is finally coming true, his face can't help but blossom again. It was just a forced fake smile, but now it is filled with joy from the bottom of his heart.

"It's great. It's really the fourth level of Changchun Kung. Ha! Ha! It's really great! Haha! Haha!..." Doctor Mo unabashedly laughed loudly in front of Han Li. The vibration made the whole room buzz, but his hand never let go of Han Li's wrist, and he kept holding on to it.

"Mr. Mo, what are you doing? Is it time to let go?" Han Li's face turned gloomy. He already knew that something was wrong and tried to pull his right hand away, but was held tightly by the opponent and motionless.

"Let go? Okay, I'll let go!" Doctor Mo's laughter stopped at this time, and he changed into a sinister look on his face.

He suddenly yelled: "Hey!"

Han Li felt his ears "bang", his eyes went black, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and his body lost balance. Then he couldn't stand, and he collapsed on the ground on the spot. His left hand on the hilt of the sword also slipped away feebly. Come.

"It's broken!" Although Han Li's body didn't obey his orders, his mind was very clear. He knew that he had been negligent, and the other party had beaten him cruelly before him. He could only wait and die for a while.

"Boy, you are still a little too young. You can't do any tricks now!" Doctor Mo couldn't help but feel a little proud when he saw that he succeeded in one fell swoop.

"Come here!" Dr. Mo pulled Han Li from the ground to his feet with his left hand. Then he leaned down, stretched out his right index finger, and pointed directly at the numb point on his chest. .

"Bang!" With a sound, Doctor Mo's finger seemed to have poked into the iron plate, making a dull impact. The front half of his finger felt a dull pain from the rebound, and the acupuncture was naturally unsuccessful.

"What's going on!" Doctor Mo was stunned by the accident and was shocked.

"Could he be wearing a layer of iron armor under his clothes?" He couldn't help but wonder in surprise.

His eyes involuntarily scanned Han Li's clothes, but the thin appearance did not look like he was wearing dark armor, which made him a little confused.

At the moment when Doctor Mo was distracted, Han Li regained control of his body. His recovery ability was much stronger than Doctor Mo expected.

After all, Han Li's sixth-level Changchun Kung practice was not in vain. His ability to recover against abnormality was far beyond ordinary people's imagination. This was something Han Li himself had not thought of.

At this time, Doctor Mo decisively put aside the doubts in his mind and wanted to use another method to restrain Han Li, but suddenly he felt that the wrist he was holding tightly in his hand suddenly became extremely smooth and flexible, and he could no longer hold it tightly. Take firm control.

In surprise, he used his hand a little more, but with a "swish", the other person's hand slipped out from between his fingers like a loach. Now Doctor Mo was really a little stunned.

Han Li didn't care how surprised the other party was. He unexpectedly rolled away from the other party to a corner of the room. Only when he was far away from Doctor Mo did he dare to stand up slowly.

At this time, Han Li had an expressionless face and looked at Doctor Mo coldly.

He stopped talking nonsense. Although he didn't know the reason why the other party wanted to arrest him, he definitely didn't have good intentions towards him, that was for sure.

It seems that what the other party said before, about relying on Changchun Kung Fu to stimulate secret points, is also a big lie and cannot be trusted at all.

For the sake of himself and the safety of his family members, Han Li slowly pulled out the dagger from his waist with his left hand. This sword was only one foot long. It was shining with green light and made people feel that it was extremely sharp at first glance. A fine sword.

"Today, either you die or I die, and only one of us can walk out of this room alive." Han Li's words were cold, and he showed his fangs in front of Doctor Mo for the first time.