The swarthy young man nodded slightly, and when he wanted to say something more, the crimson villain interjected impatiently. "It doesn't matter what Yuan Yun and Pang Jun he is, and what Heavenly Palace, whoever dares to stop Han Daoyou will be wiped out, and it will take too much brains to analyze and analyze. ”

As soon as these words came out, Han Li and Demon Light were both slightly stunned, and the two immediately glanced at each other. After a few breaths, the two laughed out loud. The dark-skinned young man raised his arm, pointed to the crimson villain with a serious face below, and couldn't help but lean forward and laugh loudly.

Regarding Han Li and the Demon Light's performance, Firebeard Zi didn't care about it, he no longer focused on Han Li and the others, but turned his head to talk to the crab Dao man standing beside him. However, the crab people are still that cold color, and their words are even more wooden.

For this kind of conversation where you don't ask me and don't answer, Huobeard gets tired after a while, and the other party is so boring, he has to stick out his tongue and remain silent.

"How are you?" Narrowing his smile slightly, Han Li looked at the green-robed Crab Daoist and opened his mouth to ask.

"The crab is fine, and the owner doesn't need to worry. The Crab Dao Man raised his eyes and looked at Han Li and said slowly.

"Well, the battle of the Fog Source Sea has exhausted your thunder and lightning power, this trip to the Jin Immortal Conference, the golden boy can go with me, and you can also retreat and recover in this cave." Hearing this, Han Li nodded and said.

"Yes, master. The crab man nodded in response.

"Okay, you will take care of this place, and Han will come back in a few days. Han Li clenched his fists at everyone, and then under the gaze of the three of them, his figure disappeared in place.

Outside the cave mansion, there was still a verdant greenery, and Han Li rode the retreat, the wind and thunder wings behind him were covered with golden arcs, and in a few breaths, he flew past several small peaks.

After cultivating the Nine Turns True Spirit Determination to the Fourth Rank True Spirit Realm, the power of the Tianpeng bloodline in Han San's body suddenly increased several times, and the gold and silver two-color thunder arcs on the wind and thunder wings before had now completely turned into golden thunder arcs. Now, under his urging wind and thunder wings, his speed is thirty percent faster.

Shuttling between the clouds and mist, Han Li's flashing figure "swished" through the clouds and galloped past in an instant.

Jingwu Pavilion, originally an arena set up by the Xianding Palace, is located five thousand miles southeast of Tianshu Peak. According to the palace rules established by the Xianding Palace, except in the Jingwu Pavilion, the rest of the areas clearly prohibit the disciples of the sect from competing with each other. Therefore, although this place is not close to the area of Tianshu Peak, it is usually quite lively, and there is an endless stream of disciples who come in and out.

On major days, the Xianding Palace will mostly choose the venue of the event in the Tianshu Hall or the Jingwu Pavilion. Matters related to the construction of the sect and the organization of personnel, such as palace building ceremonies, sacrificial ceremonies, and elders' council elections, were set up in the Tianshu Hall to be held. As for the Jin Immortal Conference and other affairs involving the fighting method, they were all selected to be held in the Jingwu Pavilion.

After Han Li set off from the Cave Mansion, it took him about half a day to rush to the Jingwu Pavilion. Along the way, he had seen several waves of monks rushing in the direction of the Jingwu Pavilion, either flying with magic weapons or leaving with their swords.

The Baicui Mountain Range is the territory of the Immortal Palace, and there is no need to hide the aura at all, after a thunderbolt roared, these monks in the early stage of the True Immortal couldn't help but turn their heads to look in the direction where the sound came from. However, they only saw a figure with golden wings on its back rushing by, and the next moment it completely disappeared into the distant sky.

Taken aback, these cultivators mistakenly thought Han Li was a fellow disciple of some late stage of the True Immortal Realm, or even the Void Spirit Realm. They couldn't help but talk to each other about which senior brother was so fast.

The vast Miao Plain, the most extensive basin in the Baicui Mountains, covers an area of more than 1,000 miles, and there are several streams sparsely distributed in it. The Jingwu Pavilion was built in the middle of this open space. When he was still more than a hundred miles away from the Vast Miao Plain, Han Li put away the Wind Thunder Wings behind him and deliberately made a detour to the north, entering the Vast Miao Plains Basin from the northeast.

Han Li looked down from the clouds, and the Jingwu Pavilion looked like a huge jade inkstone in the verdant greenery. From far to near, when he was thousands of zhang away from the Jingwu Pavilion, Han Li's light slowed down, and his figure slowly fell from the sky.

Jingwu Pavilion is more than 10,000 zhang long and wide, more than 1,000 high, under the distance view, this pavilion is flattened. The entire attic façade is made of gray and white boulders, which shimmer in the bright sun.

Han Li's place was located in the area of the North Gate of the Jingwu Pavilion, and at this moment he was walking on the road to the North Gate with more than a dozen monks.

The figure stopped more than 100 zhang away from the north gate, Han Li looked up at the Jingwu Pavilion, only to see the three rugged ancient characters "Jingwu Pavilion" carved above the giant gate that was nearly 100 zhang high.

It was noon, and more than a thousand monks had gathered in front of the north gate, and these monks were all gathered together, talking about something, and their faces were mostly excited and expectant. Even though the door was closed, the monks waiting in front of the north gate were patiently standing or leaning against the wall.

Han Li looked at the waiting crowd with interest, most of these people were in the early stage of the True Immortal Realm, and a small number of them were in the middle stage of the True Immortal Realm. As for the late stage cultivators of the True Immortal Realm, although there were only nearly a hundred people, almost all of them were surrounded by a large group of fellow juniors and sisters, so they were the easiest to distinguish.

After Han Li's eyes quickly scanned, he didn't find a disciple who cultivated higher than the Void Spirit Realm, and just as he withdrew his gaze, not far from the front right, a tall and slender female figure came into view.

Han Li's eyelids jumped slightly, and he hurriedly looked away, casually moving closer to the crowd on the left. The so-called no coincidence does not make a book, and the woman who was talking with several handsome men around her in the center with a smile on her face seemed to turn her head sensitively.

Yu Guang noticed the woman's movements like this, and Han Li secretly complained in his heart, there were no other monks within dozens of zhang of his current position. Although he changed into a white robe issued by the Xianding Palace on this trip, it is difficult to guarantee that the woman will recognize it. Now, he pretended to be calm, his steps were steady, and he walked forward as usual, secretly hoping that the woman would not remember his charm.

The woman looked at the figure of the white-robed man not far away, a hesitant look appeared on her beautiful face, and just as the man was about to disappear into the crowd, she pushed aside the two young men in front of her and said coquettishly. "Stop!"

After Han Li heard the woman's scolding, his face twitched coldly, and the luck in his heart vanished. At this moment, all the surrounding monks turned their gazes to Han Li and the woman.

Han Li had no choice but to stop, turn around and face the young woman who was walking angrily, and said coldly. "I haven't seen you for six hundred years, Senior Sister Pang is fine, do you have any advice?"

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