The Second Immortal Road

In front of a fairly good attic, Han Ming stood upright. He looked up at the somewhat deserted attic, then looked at the quaint token in his hand, then raised his foot and walked inside. !

　　 Just stepping into the threshold of this attic, a half-hundred old man appeared in front of Han Ming, squinting at Han Ming, with some doubts in his eyes.

　　 "What did the kid do here! Are you a disciple of this sect? Why are you now recruited for the sixth level of Qi training!" The old man frowned, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face!

　　 Han Ming's consciousness swept the old man's body slightly, and he found that he could not see the old man's cultivation level at all, but he felt a faint coercion coming from the old man, making him a little depressed!

　　 Han Ming came to this miscellaneous pavilion, he was naturally prepared, he had already inquired about some of the situation here, and knew that the miscellaneous pavilion was managed by a monk in the foundation construction period, and I wanted to come this is the monk in the foundation construction period!

　　"The disciple Han Ming paid a visit to the uncle, and the nephew did not enter the sect until recently. At this time, the disciple's identity token!" Han Ming handed the token forward with both hands!

　　 The old man glanced at the token in Han Ming's hand, but did not reach out to receive it, but with one hand, the token flew into his hand by itself!

　　 "The identity card is real, come in with me!" The old man left a cold sentence, turned and walked towards the attic!

Han Ming frowned when he saw the old man turned and left. He recalled and found that there was nothing wrong with his words. He had never offended this uncle before, but why did this uncle treat him? It's a bit bad!

　　 I wondered, but Han Ming didn't dare to have any negligence on his feet. He still hurriedly followed the old man's footsteps, and then entered the attic. No one can compare to anyone's cultivation base!

"From the perspective of the skin, your spiritual roots are extremely mixed, even in the pseudo-spirit roots, you are considered inferior, and in the bottom of the sect! Moreover, your cultivation is only the sixth level of Qi training, in the sect. I want to find someone with a lower cultivation base than you, except for those ten-year-olds with good talents, I am afraid that no one will be lower than you! I don’t care how you entered the sect! But according to the rules of the sect, All resources are allocated according to talents, so today your resources are not too many? Do you have any objections!" The old man glanced at Han Ming, without much expression on his face!

Hearing what the old man said, although Han Ming had expected it, he still felt uncomfortable at this time, but there was still no dissatisfaction on his face. He just bowed his head respectfully and said, "Yes, my nephew does not have any Dissatisfaction!"

"Well, it's quite acquainted. This is what you should receive when you are getting started. Make sure that you have a middle-grade spiritual weapon, a flame knife, a low-grade three-party storage bag, and a low-grade flying magic weapon, Qingyezhou, one leaf. Five pieces of stone, a bottle of Qi Condensation Pill used to refine the mana of the Qi training period, three sets of dust-proof clothing for the sect, and some mundane sundries!" The old man casually threw a small gray bag toward Han Ming. Turned his head and stopped paying attention to Han Ming.

　　 Hearing the explanation from the old man, Han Ming was in a bad mood and became excited again. He didn't expect that it had been distributed according to the not-so-high specifications, and there were still flying instruments and storage bags.

Han Ming has been obsessed with flying magical weapons and storage bags for a long time. He has always wanted to get one or two through some means, but in the end he has never had a chance. The cultivator has been envious for a long time!

　　 Looking at receiving the bag in his hand, Han Ming couldn't bear the surprise in his heart. He hurriedly dived into it and checked the contents of the storage bag!

　　 For the storage bag, Han Ming is not too unfamiliar, because he had hit a lot of common sense in the world of immortality at the side of Xu's casual cultivator before, including information about the storage bag.

Most immortal cultivators have a lot of personal belongings, such as magical pill. Although these items are small individually, they cannot fit in a little bit of space, so I don’t know how many thousands of years ago. Some cultivators have refined the magic weapon like storage bag!

The storage bag is used to carry items. Although the storage bag looks small, the internal space is not small. Some high-end storage bags can reach hundreds of squares, which is more than enough to hold a house-sized material. ! The storage bag also has an extremely magical feature, that is, no matter how many items are loaded into it, the weight of the storage bag will not change a minute, the original multiplicity is multiple!

　　 More importantly, the storage bag can isolate the exploration of the divine sense. The legend is that no monk above the transformation of the gods can forcefully break through the restriction of the storage bag and detect the items stored in the storage bag of others!

　　 But the storage bag has a flaw, that is, it cannot hold a living thing. Even if the living thing is forced into it, and then taken out, the living thing will become a dead thing because of the powerful space distortion!

　　 The way to put items into the storage bag is very simple. Just pour mana into the storage bag, then lock the item to be accessed with the gods, and use the gods to drag the items into the bag.

　　The way to take out the items from the storage bag is similar to the stored items, just poke the divine sense into it, and use the divine sense to pull the items out!

After poking the divine sense into the storage bag, Han Ming narrowed his eyes and probed the contents. After about ten breaths, he raised his head, arched his hand to the old man, and said: "Bag The items in the book are no different from what the uncle said!"

　　 "Hmm!" The old man nodded, and then turned around the identity token in his hand. Then, together with the magic technique, a yellow light flashed into the token in his hand!

　　 The antique token was floating in the air, slightly emitting a milky white light, and at the same time the surface of the token softened, as if it had become liquid metal! It seems quite strange.

　　The old man glanced at Han Ming, and slowly said, "Write your name into the token, and from then on you will officially become a disciple of my Ascended Star Sect!"

　　 Han Ming heard the words of the old man and immediately unfolded his spiritual consciousness, led the aura on the token to write the word Han Ming, and then withdrew his spiritual knowledge!

　　 At this time, the old man's magic trick flashed again, and the token light floating in the midair suddenly collected, and it suddenly fell from the midair and fell straight into Han Ming's hands.

Han Ming looked at the token again, but found that the softened surface had hardened, and the pattern on it had not changed. The only change was that there were two tiny tiny prints in the lower left corner. It was Han Ming who had just written it. Two words.

　　 "Okay, you have received the things, and the identity card has been checked, you can leave!" The old man turned his head and stopped looking at Han Ming!

　　 "Yes, my nephew retire!" Han Ming arched his hand slightly and walked outside the door.

"Huh, I don't know how such a bad spiritual root aptitude was mixed into the sect and gained the status of an inner disciple. I have pity on my grand nephew. Both the spiritual root and the cultivation base are here. Go, even though I entered the sect through my relationship, but now he is only an outer disciple!" After Han Ming left, the old man whispered a little unwillingly, his face was very ugly.

　　 Han Ming naturally didn't know that the old man was dissatisfied because he was an inner disciple. At this time, he was speeding up and walking towards the mountain where the library was located.

At this time, Han Ming's footsteps were a little fluttering. It can be said that he was full of excitement. He got a coveted storage bag and a flying leaf artifact. He was quite excited. Now he wants to rush back to his stone room. Let’s test these artifacts!

As the saying goes, Wangshan ran to death. The Miwu Pavilion and Cangshu Pavilion are located on two completely different peaks. Between the two peaks, there are several other peaks, and there is a large lake. , The distance is not too close.

Now within the scope of the Ascending Star Sect, it’s not easy to run away, and he can’t fly in the air, so he can only walk forward with his two legs. This mountain road is not difficult for Han Ming, after all, these five travel eastward There are more roads traveled in the year than this.

　　 The only thing that made Han Ming a little depressed was that UU reading www.uukānshu.com walked back on two legs. Although he didn't feel tired, it took a lot of time. He returned to the library at sunset!

After returning to Cangshu Pavilion, Han Ming glanced at the old man surnamed Duanmu, who was lying on the table and slumbering. It was the same as when he went to the Sundries Pavilion in the morning. He did not even change his sleeping posture. Han Ming shook his head and raised his feet. Walk towards the underground passage.

Han Ming didn’t understand this uncle Duanmu. The spiritual roots of this uncle Duanmu seemed to be very good, and his cultivation resources did not seem to be bad, but Uncle Duanmu slept all day and didn’t want to practice at all. Some people really don't care about immortality!

Han Ming asked himself, if he had the spiritual root qualifications of Uncle Duanmu, and the great way is promising, why would he still think about sleeping all day, even if he spends his time on eating for cultivation, he feels that it is not enough, how could he waste time like this all day? , Isn’t this uncle Duanmu afraid that one day, his life will come to an end and he will be sitting down!

　　 Even if this Uncle Duanmu doesn't want to live forever, but only wants to enjoy the happiness of a lifetime, he can go to the world, if he wants nothing, money, beauty, power, want nothing, he is the foundation of the foundation! But it's nothing to fall asleep here, such a good condition was wasted for nothing!

　　 Before entering the passage, Han Ming glanced at the old man in Duanmu who was lying on the table, and he couldn't help but sighed. He was really incomparable! Then he stepped into the passage and walked towards his little stone house.

　　 But then again, this Uncle Duanmu is really good. He joined the sect only when he thought of Han Ming. He was not familiar with everything, so he gave Han Ming a month to adapt.

　　 During this month, Han Ming was a free man, and didn't need to manage all affairs of the library. After this month, he needed to take over the task of supervising the library!