Han Li took a look at these guards, although there were no fluctuations in spiritual power on their bodies, they were all athletic, and it seemed that they had practiced some superficial kung fu.

But what made him most curious was the cylinder. These guards don't have spiritual power in their bodies, and they can actually use this to distinguish immortal cultivators, which is really a wonderful thing.

Han Li couldn't help but glance at the cylinder a few more times.

All this was seen in the eyes of Wang Changqing next to him, and he explained to Han Li with a smile:

"That's the spirit plate, which can make us mortals identify the identities of the immortal masters!"

"Spirit Plate?" Han Li was slightly stunned when he heard this title, but immediately remembered that there was indeed a palm-sized jade plate inlaid at the end of the cylinder, so he nodded lightly and said nothing.

Then, under Han Li's cold watch, the beast cart drove along the white-stone paved streets towards the city center.

There are a lot of pedestrians on the road, and there is a tendency to keep coming and going, and there is a tendency to get more and more lively as you go forward.

Most of these people's clothes are white, even if there are other different colors, they are all light yellow, light green and other light colors, and there is no one who is brightly dressed.

And among these people, there is obviously a distinction between high and low status, often one or two people with expensive clothes walk in front, and behind are three or four people in a little shabby clothes following closely, obviously the identity of the next person.

In the end, because there were too many people and beast carts, Han Li and their carts had to slow down before they could continue to move forward. With great effort, the cart finally reached a huge square in the center of the city.

This square covers an area of dozens of acres, and it is said that it is crowded with people, and Han Li can see that there are black human heads everywhere.

And people flow in all directions. The square continues to pour in.

Along the perimeter of the square, there are many shops and crowds. In the middle of the shop, there are some temporary stalls, which are also overcrowded. And in the middle are more people, eagerly talking about something. It seems bustling and lively.

Han Li's eyes straightened a little as he looked at it, and he felt a slight estimate in his heart, like a crowd standing so densely. At the very least, the square was crowded with tens of thousands of people at the same time.

When the beast cart arrives here, it is naturally impossible to move forward.

Gu Dongzhu took the lead and got out of the car and took Han Li and the others with him. Walk towards a palace-like building on the edge of the square.

This palace is about a dozen zhang high, which is obviously a lot taller than other buildings.

And there was a line of guards standing in front of the huge temple gate, guarding it with shining spears, and no one else was allowed to approach it casually.

"Today is the March market opening day of Kuixing Island. Therefore, there are several times more people in this East Stone City than in the past. Basically, people in more than a dozen towns in the east will come to trade some rare items that are not usually bought. As he walked forward, Gu Dong turned back to explain this to Han Li with a faint smile and followed him to the front of the palace.

Gu proprietor stepped forward and said a few words to the guard guarding the door, and the guard waved his hand and signaled that they could go in.

So, Gu Dongzhu hurriedly greeted Han Li and Wang Changqing. They all walked in.

As soon as you enter the temple gate, it looks much cooler and quieter. In the hallway behind the door, there were dozens of people who looked like they had some identities, whispering something in groups. Seeing the arrival of the proprietor Gu. They all looked at each other with some hostility.

But at this time. The purple wooden door at the other end of the corridor opened, and out of it came a young man in white in his twenties. This person has a delicate face, white and pure, and a very weak appearance.

"It's Mr. Gu, right? Everyone else has already arrived, so it's time to leave the Gu family. But only immortal cultivators who participated in the challenge can enter, Mr. Gu is here to wait for the results!" The young man glanced at Han Li kindly, and then said politely to the proprietor Gu.

The young man's cultivation was undoubtedly revealed under Han Lidi's sweep, and there were about four or five layers of Qi refining period, which was similar to him now.

Seeing this, Gu Dongzhu had no choice but to glance at Han Li with expectant eyes, and then stepped aside in his mouth.

Han Li walked into the wooden door with the young man as usual, and then the wooden door immediately closed tightly.

"My surname is Wen, and Taoist friends can call me Wenqiao. However, I see that Daoist friends are very angry, is it a new monk who has arrived in our Kuixing Island?" Han Li entered the wooden door, and the young man turned around and asked with a smile.

"In Xia Han Li, Kuixing Island, which I only arrived at last month!" After this period of practice, Han Li finally had no problem speaking the local language.

"Hehe, I really admire! With the current cultivation of Daoyou, he dares to go out. Daoyou is really courageous! Not in the future, since he was born on this island, he has not left Kuixing Island for a single step. The young man said with some envy.

Hearing this, Han Li chuckled and said no.

Then, Han Li followed the young man all the way straight and came to a rotunda where there were more than thirty monks with different expressions sitting or standing.

"Looks like everyone is here. Let's start drawing lots right away! In a battle to decide the winner, only injuring people and not killing people are allowed, otherwise we will be disqualified from winning. An old man sitting across the crowd said very briefly.

The room full of Qi refining period monks, as long as he is a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, it seems that he is the monk in charge of this matter.

As soon as the young man surnamed Wen entered the hall, he hurriedly walked behind the old man and stood with his hands in his hands.

The old man ignored the young man, and took out a cyan jade cylinder, which contained more than twenty bamboo sticks.

"Okay, if you want to challenge, you will draw one, and the same number will compete with each other first, and the winner will be eligible to challenge the representative of the original merchant. ”

Hearing this, most of the thirty people stared at the jade tube.

And the jade tube suddenly emitted a layer of blue light, covering the bamboo sticks inside. The other people's divine consciousness was automatically excluded from the blue light, and some were even affected a little, and they couldn't help but shake their bodies a few times.

The other monks who did not use their divine sense to detect the jade cylinder showed a look of schadenfreude.

These people are immortal cultivators who are to be challenged. Naturally, I hope that Han Li and other challengers will suffer as much loss as possible.

With Han Li's divine sense, it was naturally no problem to forcibly break the blue light, but he would not do such an eye-catching thing.

So they looked at each other, and Han Li and the other monks took turns to go up and draw bamboo sticks one by one.

Han Li drew it before and after, and Han Li came over to take a slight look, it was a strange silver symbol.

He couldn't help frowning, he forgot about it, he didn't know the local language!

But Han Li's face was expressionless, and he still put away the bamboo skewer in his hand, looking as if nothing had happened.

"No. 1," the old man said coldly.

Suddenly, two monks with the same bamboo sticks in their hands walked out.

"You go to the platform over there to compete, there is a formation there, and you are not afraid of the destruction of the spell. As long as you can get the other party's bamboo stick and give it to me, you will win. I don't ask you what methods and means you use. Of course, you can't kill each other. The old man preached unceremoniously.

"Yes, senior!" the two men saluted the old man and walked towards the terrace looming behind the hall.

As a result, after a burst of white light lit up on the platform, the two disappeared.

But after a while, the two of them reappeared on the platform a little tiredly.

One of them happily handed the two bamboo sticks to the old man, and the other walked out of the hall in a gloomy manner.

"No. 2," the old man shouted coldly.

Because the fighting methods of the Qi Refining Period cultivators were relatively simple, the victory or defeat was decided very quickly.

There was even a pair of monks who had just entered with their front feet and came out with their back feet, and both the victors and losers were smiling and happy. This made Han Li look a little strange.

"Seven"

One monk immediately stepped forward at the voice of the old man, but the other was slow to come out.

"No. 7," the old man shouted again with a heavy face.

At this time, Han Li walked out with a sudden face, and hurriedly apologized:

"Senior! I just read the wrong number and thought it was nine!"

The old man didn't pay any attention to what Han Li said, and with an impatient wave of his hand, Han Li and the other person hurriedly walked towards the platform.

After the white light flashed, Han Li and the other party appeared in a white heaven and earth, out of the space tens of zhang wide in the middle, surrounded by white mist.

"Your Excellency's cultivation is two levels lower than mine. I don't think there is any need to fight anymore, Daoist Friend can directly admit defeat! When the time comes, I will miss the next moment and seriously injure Daoyou!" The middle-aged monk on the opposite side said to Han Li with a confident expression.

Han Li looked at the seventh-layer Qi Refining Stage "Master" opposite, and saw that he hadn't even opened the shield like himself, and chuckled.