The Second Immortal Road

"What kind of words are this fellow Daoist talking about? Although Daoist Han is only a mid-term cultivator, his strength is comparable to that of a great cultivator. How could I offend fellow Daoists this time? The appointment of fellow Daoists this time is really due to a reason!" The old man took a sip of his tea slowly, and said unhurriedly, as if he didn't care about the chill on Han Ming's face at all.

"There is a reason? Han wants to hear what the reason is. If Han is not satisfied, I am afraid it is really bad!" Han Ming suppressed the coldness in his heart and said lightly.

He had already thought about it. If the excuse that the Great Monk of the Yipao Pavilion said did not satisfy him, he said that he should not let the other party taste the edge of the dragon blade. The distance between the two is not more than one meter. The level of intrepidity is still above the tenth-order monster, and it is completely crushing the big monk at close range.

"The mother-in-law is indeed not sold, but as long as Daoyou Han answers the next three questions truthfully, what about the free gift of the mother-in-child with Daoyou Han?" The great monk of Yipaoge flipped his hand gently. , Two azure stones appeared on the stone table.

These two stones are unremarkable, like pebbles picked up by the river and coated with green juice, but Han Ming's face changed slightly when he saw it. What are these two stones that are not the original stone between the mother and the mother? Things!

"What do you mean, fellow Daoist!" Han Ming frowned slightly, and somehow he couldn't figure out the plan of the great monk of the different robe pavilion. One million spirit stones were exchanged for three questions. It was really a luxury. Too rich.

"It's just three questions. As long as the Daoist answers truthfully, you can take these two stones from the mother and child!" The old man said with a smile, unusually calm, and seemed confident.

Han Ming stared at the old man and took a few breaths. After thinking about it, he said with a smile but a smile: "Friends of Daoist are not afraid that Han will make up some nonsense and fool him, so he is so confident?"

"Daoyou Han's answer naturally has some means to tell the truth from the false, so it is better for Daoyou Han to tell the truth, otherwise this matter is really not easy to solve!" The old man laughed, and then raised his head and turned a spirit. The tea was swallowed whole.

Han Ming hesitated, and then as if he had figured out something, he smiled and said calmly: "If it's not a question that is difficult to answer, it must be honest, fellow daoists, ask three questions for two stones. No loss!"

"Okay!" The old man smiled, then looked into Han Ming's eyes and smiled and said: "According to the survey information over the years, fellow Taoists have disappeared in the Dibei Cultivation Realm for more than a hundred years, and the last time they appeared was in a In the ancient mystery, you were practicing Qi Dzogchen until nearly two hundred years ago. You didn’t reappear in the Northern Cultivation Realm until nearly two hundred years ago. At this time, you were already a fake infant. At the critical moment of the Ascending Star Sect, you can turn the tide and resist the Yuan. It is really amazing that the monks in the early stage of infants did not fall into the wind! After more than a hundred years of advanced stage, the strength of the cultivator is unusually strong, comparable to the great monks. Am I right?"

Han Ming was expressionless, just staring at the old man.

"Your Pavilion is investigating very carefully, but is this a problem!" Han Ming said lightly.

"Naturally not counted, naturally not counted!" The old man laughed and continued to speak: "In fact, many sects in the northern part of the land are very interested in the life experience of fellow Daoists and the experience of disappearing for more than a hundred years. Most of them are guessing fellow Daoists. Inheriting the methods left by the Supreme elder of Guizong, or the fellow Daoist is the clone of that elder, or a ray of distraction, after all, you all believe in Korea!"

Han Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression still calm and abnormal, but he said indifferently: "Do you want to ask what fellow Daoists want to ask, do you think these are useful?"

"Friends of Daoist, don’t worry, I’m going to ask!" The old man coughed lightly, looked directly at Han Ming, his face was full of seriousness, and then spoke word by word: "The Daoist’s surname is Han, and Guizong The great elder who lived more than a thousand years ago was also surnamed Han, but I don’t know if Fellow Daoist is that descendant or descendant!"

When Han Ming heard this question, a hint of surprise suddenly appeared on his face. What kind of problem is this? This monk in the Yipao Pavilion is so interested in his origin? After this conversion, one problem is three hundred thousand spiritual stones!

"If I didn't tell the truth, can you find out?" Han Ming raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

"The Daoist said that since I dared to exchange it in this way, I am naturally somewhat confident, and I am not afraid that Daoist will compile it casually!" The old man smiled and looked at Han Ming with the same gaze.

"So that's it!" Han Ming muttered to himself, and then he didn't hesitate to say: "It's all surnamed Han, it's just a coincidence. I have nothing to do with that great elder."

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression on his face did not change much, but the pupils of the girl who bowed her head and played the piano not far away suddenly shrank. At the same time, the coke-tailed piano bounced and broke two. Strings.

When the old man saw this scene, his face suddenly changed, but he was soon suppressed, and he stared at Han Ming coldly, his face a little ugly.

"Forget this question, I hope the next answer is not false!" The old man said in a deep voice.

Han Ming was in a big surprise at this time. He was lying in the primordial infant stage and was discovered. The guqin played by a mundane little girl is really absurd. No wonder he was here to talk about cooperation. I found someone to play the piano here.

However, even though the lie was exposed in person, Han Ming was indifferent and cheeky, and he didn't blush at all.

"Fellow Daoist, continue to ask!" Han Ming said with a light smile.

The old man, Han Ming, was a little annoyed in his heart. How could he dare to be so confident as a middle-term monk? Playing tricks in front of a big monk of him, it doesn't matter if you are discovered!

According to his thoughts, even if the surname Han had some strength, how could it be comparable to the great monk? This time, he was not the one who came from the Alien Robe Pavilion. The other two pavilion masters were hiding in the dark. The three great monks took action together. With the three-talent formation of Alien Robe, they could also contend against the Shanghua God Stage. Can't get a mid-term monk?

It's a pity that he is not in charge here. Although he is reluctant, he still has to greet Han Ming with a smile, "Okay, next, second question!"

"Daoists have gone to a cultivating world called the Netherbone Continent in the 100-odd decades since the Dzogchen Dzogchen practiced and disappeared to the fake baby stage. Next, we must know how to go and how to come back! "The old man asked word by word.

"What are you talking about?" Han Ming's face changed suddenly when he heard the words. What the old man said before was not a secret, and he could find out after a little investigation, but he had been to the Continent of Bone, except for Yiling and Ran Qixi. How many people know, why does this person know?

"Bone Bone Continent, Fellow Daoist has been there for more than a hundred years, so I will not forget it. The second question next is how fellow Daoists go to the Bone Bone Continent!" The old man Yipaoge didn't care about Han Ming's face. The cold color just continued to ask calmly.

"What are you talking about? Han does not understand!" Han Ming replied coldly, suppressing the shock in his heart.

"Friend Daoist Han doesn't need to deny that since I asked it out below, he already knew a lot of information, such as the Qi Array Danzong, such as the monster of the transformation stage!" The old man replied with a carefree smile.

At this time, Han Ming could no longer maintain his composure. This strange pavilion man actually knew so much, and he was not deceiving him!

"Who are you and how can you know this? Could it be that you also came from the Netherbone Continent?" Han Ming didn't reply, but instead asked a series of questions. At the same time, the mana in the body was activated and tempered in the pill fire. The Devil Dragon Blade is also ready to move.

The old man in the Yipao Pavilion didn’t care about the faintly leaked aura from Han Ming, he just silently shook his head: "You only need to answer the questions, you don’t need to know so much. How did the Daoists go and how they came back? The method is told. Now ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ this second question is over!"

Han Ming stared at the old man for a long time, only to find that the other party was abnormally calm, there was no extra expression on his face, there was no emotion at all, he looked like a wooden person.

"The way to go to the Netherbone Continent, Han is a consumable teleportation array. After using it, it collapsed on its own. When returning, he accidentally crashed into a space crack, and somehow came back!" Han Ming was silent for a while, and then slowly said, "Are you satisfied with this answer? How to go and how to come back, Han does not know at all!"

"Can the teleportation array reach the Netherbone Continent? What teleportation array? Where is it?" the old man asked anxiously.

"The teleportation array has already collapsed. I don't know where it is. It is impossible to go the second time with this method. Otherwise, why would Han have never returned to the Netherbone Continent after he accidentally returned to the North?" Han Ming shook his head and said, this time he didn't lie, but the key point was hidden.

"How could this happen, I can't go a second time!" The old man whispered to himself, his face was full of disappointment, but after a while, he seemed to perceive something, so he raised his spirit and continued to ask: "Third. The question is, where was the bowl of spiritual sand on the stone table in the battle at the cliff cave? After the Holy Spirit of Dharazong was killed by the old zombie, did the old zombie take away the spirit sand!"

The turmoil in Han Ming's heart was even heavier. This monk of the Yipao Pavilion even knew about this. Basically no one knew about this matter except for the people on the top of the sacred mountain of Moya Cave. But later it was cold in Nangong, Nangong Wen, an unnamed female cultivator, the first casual cultivator Wei Tianya, and the Holy Spirit of Tuoluzong died, and there were very few people alive. How did this monk of the Yipao Pavilion know?

"Fellow Daoist should answer truthfully!" The old man Yipaoge reminded again.