After the boy fell to the ground, he quickly adjusted his body, and used the spiritual power that had not recovered much to use the rock wall technique to surround him in a circle, leaning behind the rock, he carefully observed and found that this kind of wind blade was less powerful than the previous demon wolf's wind blade array, but the accuracy was much higher, and each wisp of the wind blade seemed to have eyes and flew towards the gap in the rock wall, he felt in his heart that he seemed to have seen this kind of wind blade technique somewhere, and suddenly a beautiful young man in a fire mouse suit appeared in his mind, it must be him.

"Qianhan, I know it's you, come out, let's talk!" the boy shouted loudly in the direction of the distant woods, hiding behind the rock formation. But there was no answer except for the sound of the wind blade flying in the forest, "I am the Banfeng Gu of the Yongzhou Ban family of the Middle Earth Gale Empire, and I came to the Hengduan Mountain Range to worship the Qingxuanmen and become a personal disciple, presumably you are also a disciple of the Qingxuanmen, if you meet in the future, I will have a generous courtesy." ”

There was still no voice in the forest to answer, but the wind blade that hit was getting colder and colder.

"Qianhan, don't force me to break the net, you saw the sword qi that killed the wolves just now, I still have two sword qi available, you can't kill me, I can give you all the belongings on my body, as long as you can escort me to Qingxuanmen, it will only be a matter of me to make you a disciple in the future." ”

The wind blade still hasn't stopped, and the rock wall that Ban Feng Gu has finally built with spiritual power is also crumbling, and once the rock wall is broken, he will definitely end up being slaughtered by others and die on the spot.

"Sixth uncle, sixth uncle save me, the trial is over, I admit defeat, you are about to show up and kill this person, I admit defeat!" Ban Fenggu was desperate, so he had to call the monk who was secretly escorting him to save his life. As soon as his words fell, the wind blade also stopped, but whether it was in the forest or on the cliff, it was still quiet and terrifying.

The sound of the wind ruthlessly blew across Ban Fenggu's face, and he already had a bad premonition in his heart, and the panic and panic in his heart had filled his brain.

"Sixth Uncle! Sixth Uncle!!" Ban Fenggu was really panicked at the moment, he walked out of the rock wall and shouted loudly around, no matter what, he didn't dare to think about why his sixth uncle didn't respond to him. With the cultivation of his sixth uncle, a monk in the Jindan period, waving his hand to kill Qian Han was just a matter of a snap of his fingers, but no matter how hard he screamed, only his voice echoed in the mountain stream.

Finally, Ban Fenggu's rock wall was difficult to maintain, and collapsed suddenly, and Ban Fenggu's figure was also like this collapsed rock wall, kneeling on the ground, at this time he seemed to finally understand something, raised his head and looked at the sky, and slowly closed his eyes. There was also a thick cyan wind blade flying rapidly in the forest, spinning and cutting around Ban Fenggu's neck, and a big head rose to the sky, falling next to the corpse and rolling around twice without moving.

Leaning less, a handsome young man walked out of the forest and slowly approached the corpse.

From Ban Fenggu's words before he died, Qian Han had been thinking about it in his heart. If what Ban Fenggu said is true, this Yongzhou Ban family must be a big clan in Middle Earth, and the trial in his mouth should be to cross the Hengduan Mountains alone, and the so-called sixth uncle must also be a high-level monk. But now that Ban Fenggu has died, and the sixth uncle has not yet appeared, it is very likely that his sixth uncle has already had an accident. This place is close to Qingxuanmen, with the relationship between the Ban family and Qingxuanmen in his mouth, the possibility of Qingxuanmen making a move is very small, and it is more likely that the enemies of the Ban family or even the Ban family themselves killed his sixth uncle.

But if it is done by the enemy, it must be cut to the roots, and it is difficult for Ban Fenggu to live until now, so behind this matter, it may involve the internal struggle of the Ban family, even if this Ban Fenggu does not die in his own hands, he will definitely die for various reasons, and he just did the right thing at the right time, in the right place.

Just when Qian Han was racking his brains to think about the cause and effect, and where he should go, a burst of eerie laughter suddenly came from his ears, this laughter shocked Qian Han's bones, and his heart tightened, as if a ghost was blowing behind his ears, and a chill spread from the soles of his feet to his scalp.

"Little doll, what are you thinking?"

A withered voice like old dead wood sounded behind him. Qian Han couldn't control his body at the moment, he could only turn his eyes back as much as possible, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a shriveled palm slowly reaching towards him, and the wrinkled palm gently stroked his face, this feeling was as disgusting as crawling over five cold earthworms.

Qian Han endured the fear and nausea in his heart, and said tremblingly, "Senior, I am the head of the Qingxuan Sect, Feiyu Immortal Crazy Disciple, Qian Han, I don't know what I can do for my seniors."

"Oh, a disciple who doesn't even have a ring, it's interesting. As he spoke, his dry fingers slowly moved down, and with a slight touch on Qianhan's chest, a heart-piercing pain hit him, and the strange thing was that his body was still unable to move, this pain was like the heart being pierced by thousands of cow capillaries, the blood vessels were filled with gravel, and the muscles of the whole body could not stop spasming, even after this intense pain, Qianhan's lower teeth were still trembling and trembling.

"Little doll, the old man will make a deal with you, within three years, you will hand over the Nine Turns of the Qingxuanmen Immortal Technique to me, how about I help you clean up the aftermath of this class of wind and patronage?" Qian Han was unable to answer his words at this time, because the dry finger had already touched on many big points on his body, and he had already fainted when he reached the third point.

"It seems to be a bit heavy. The dry fingers moved to the center of Qian Han's eyebrows, and a trace of ghostly light shot out from the fingertips, and another pain that penetrated the soul forcibly awakened Qian Han's consciousness from the deep self-protection.

"Listen, when you enter the door of Ning Youdao of Qingxuanmen during the foundation building period, and get his Nine Turns Immortal Secret Exercise Secret Book, you come here again in three years, I will unlock the heart-burning spell on your body for you, if you think in your heart for three years, you will suffer from heart-burning, and if you don't understand it for three years, you will also burn your heart and die. But you don't have to worry, if you die, your family, your friends, I will also let them accompany you on the road, don't be clever, Brother Jindan's methods are not what you can imagine, remember, remember. ”

This was the last thing Qian Han heard before he fell unconscious again, and this passage was deeply imprinted into his mind like a soul imprint.

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When Qian Han woke up, he was already a child, and the intense pain in his body tore his face hideous, it turned out that everything that happened before was not an illusion, and the three-year period was already a Zhongtian hanging sword, urging him all the time.

Enduring the severe pain, Qian Han took out the healing pill that Jia Mengyan gave him from the package with difficulty, took three in a row, crossed his knees, and finally recovered a little from his injuries after breathing for an hour. Qian Han couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, even if he was talented and exhausted, but in the face of this absolute strength, he was simply a chess piece to play at will, a floating duckweed.

All kinds of complacency and ambition in Qingxuanmen, some of the good wishes and bright future hidden in his heart have disappeared under the fingertips of that dry finger, and now in his heart, there is only the word "strength". Without strength, there is no dignity, without strength, it is impossible to protect important people, and without strength, it is impossible to realize one's small wishes.

After the injuries on his body improved, he numbly walked to Ban Fenggu's corpse, carefully searched his body, in addition to the blue-black fish scale armor and the narrow scimitar, he also found a delicate and simple silver ring in his arms, the ring was densely carved with complex patterns, this is what the person called the ring.

Qian Han didn't study it carefully, he carefully put the ring in his arms, peeled off the blue and black armor from Ban Feng Gu's body, lifted the scimitar, and converged Ban Feng Gu's Mai and the head together, pinching and popping out a fireball technique, and the raging fire burned away the last trace of Ban Feng Gu in the world.

Qian Han's eyes reflected the beating firelight, and his mind had long been unclear. Ban Fenggu was born in a famous family in Middle-earth, he was carrying a heavy treasure at a young age, he was escorted by a high-level monk in his training, and he had a disciple of Qingxuanmen at his fingertips in his future, and his strength was able to fight the howling wind wolves with his own strength. What's even more ridiculous is that he was also crushed by a high-ranking monk with a finger that cut off half of his life.

The fire burned bigger and bigger, burning not only a corpse, but also Qianhan's immature past.

Packing up the thousands of thoughts in his heart, Qian Han began to study the quaint ring, if his guess was right, this should be the so-called Na ring. Qian Han tried to use his spiritual sense to detect the ring, but there was no effect except for the fine and complex lines on it. Qian Han thought about it for a while, bit his finger, and tried to drip blood on the ring, a magical scene happened, the ring was like a sponge to absorb all the blood, and the spiritual sense penetrated again, and Qian Han clearly perceived a prescription round space this time.

His spiritual sense is like a pair of eyes hanging in the air, the items in the space are clearly visible, his mind locks on a jade bottle, and the flow of his mind drags it out of the ring, and in an instant, the spiritual power in his body surges and gathers on the ring, and an emerald jade bottle appears out of thin air next to the ring. Qian Han hurriedly grabbed the jade bottle and put it in his hand to look at it carefully.

The bottle is emerald green, and the various fine lines distributed on it are exactly the same as those seen in the ring space before, pull out the jade stopper, there is only one pill in it, after Qian Han carefully identified one or two, he concluded that this should be a superb Zhuji Dan, because Zhuji Dan is too recognizable in the cultivation world, basically all Qi cultivation period monks need to build Ji Dan to rush to the level, and the various smells recorded in the book are all consistent.

Qian Han didn't think much about it, and after putting away the Tsukidan, he stopped exploring, got up and hastily collected the useful materials on the howling wolf, and quickly fled after identifying the direction.

Soon after Qianhan left, a fresh breeze blew from the mountain stream, and the remaining traces of the bones turned into dust with the wind, drifting somewhere.