Han Li slowly walked out of the Valley of the Divine Hand, following the path in the mountains, habitually, towards the vaguely visible Chishui Peak.

Since successfully worshipping Yang Yanhan, that is, the "Mo Doctor" of Qixuanmen, as a teacher, he has become an official disciple of Qixuanmen. Han Li gradually lost interest in cultivating the Changchun Sutra, which was extremely powerful and at the same time extremely boring.

Coupled with Yang Yanhan's refusal to impart the follow-up peerless divine skills to himself, looking at Zhang Tie, who was becoming stronger and stronger day by day by day by cultivating the Silver Demon Hand, Han Li's heart couldn't help but feel a faint sense of loss. Because of this, these days, Han Li often walked around alone and took a break.

Han Li looked up at the trees on both sides of the road, at this time, it was already the end of autumn, the branches of all the trees were bare, and a thick layer of fallen leaves and dead branches had piled up on the path, and it was so uncomfortable to walk on it.

At this time, from a mountain peak not far away, there were faint sounds of the impact of weapons, and from time to time there were several loud cheers.

Hearing these voices, Han Li looked at the mountain peak again, and the mood that had just improved a little turned bad again.

Han Li withdrew his gaze from the distance, still muttering in his heart, but his spirit was even more scattered, his godless gaze looked at both sides of the path, he didn't know what he was looking at.

Suddenly, Han Li gasped, his expression became strange, and then he almost grinned behind his ears. It was only after a long time that Han Li relieved the pain. He hurriedly removed his shoes and socks, and looked at his feet, only to see that there was a large lump of blood on the toes.

After Han Li came back to his senses, he searched the neighborhood in a negative manner.

A fist-sized object was picked out by a twig. Han Li took a closer look, the culprit who caused his glorious injury was a round bottle-shaped item with a slender neck, the surface of the bottle was covered with mud, and it had completely turned an earthy gray, and there was no trace of its original color.

Originally, Han Li thought it was a small porcelain vase, but when he got it in his hand, he found that the amount was wrong. Heavy and very heavy. It's made of metal, right? It's no wonder that this small thing hurts so much when it hits its foot, but it's rare to see a bottle made of metal.

Han Li was now interested in the little bottle. Forget the pain in your feet for a while. Rubbing the soil on the neck of the bottle with his hands, the original color of the bottle was revealed, the green was very beautiful, and there were some exquisite, dark green leaf-like patterns on the bottle surface, and a small cap at the top tightly sealed the mouth of the bottle.

The injured Han Li was obviously not ready to continue wandering around. When he returned to his room, he was ready to go and deal with his injuries first.

After Han Li returned to the house, he first smeared some of Yang Yanhan's special bruising medicine for himself, and then took the bottle in his hand to enjoy it, quietly waiting for Zhang Tie to come back and tell him something about what happened to him today.

I don't know why, today's Zhang Tie seems to have come back a little late, although he is Yang Yanhan's personal disciple, but if Han Li and Zhang Tie don't want to cook by themselves, they can only go to a large canteen not far from the valley to eat.

Looking at the sky that was gradually darkening, just as Han Li was about to get up and go to eat first. The door to the room was suddenly pushed open.

At this time, Zhang Tie said to Han Li with an excited face, "Han Li, hurry up, Master and his old man are here!"

For Yang Yanhan, the master, Han Li had always had a very complicated feeling. Because Han Li had always had an intuition in his heart that told him that this master of his own, up and down, seemed to be like a mystery, and moreover, he didn't seem to be like an ordinary apprentice to himself.

"See Master!"

No matter how it feels in your heart. For this Seventh Xuanmen Mo Doctor who was willing to accept him as his own disciple, Han Li still felt a sense of gratitude from the bottom of his heart.

"Well, what, you're hurt?"

Yang Yanhan nodded. Looking at Han Li, who was a little awkward, he asked casually.

Han Li said cautiously at this time, "Today, the apprentice accidentally kicked and injured his toe, but the apprentice has already rubbed the medicine, so it's no big deal!"

The reason why Yang Yanhan had just broken through was that he immediately came to check. It was because Yang Yanhan concluded that Han Li, the son of fate, must have just happened something that was enough to change his fate.

Yes, after hearing what Han Li said, Yang Yanhan's eyes immediately condensed on a small bottle on the table beside him. After all, with the family background of Han Li and Zhang Tie, it was impossible to have such a bottle.

"Did you accidentally kick that bottle?" As soon as Yang Yanhan finished asking, Han Li hurriedly replied, "Master Mingjian, it's true."

Yang Yanhan said to Han Li with a pleasant face at this time, "Oh, such a bottle is indeed not very common, is this bottle very important to you?"

Han Li looked at Yang Yanhan at this time, suddenly turned around and took the bottle, handed it to Yang Yanhan and said, "This bottle was also picked up by the apprentice by chance, since the master likes it, the apprentice is willing to dedicate him to the master."

After discovering that his spiritual power could not see through this small bottle, Yang Yanhan had already concluded that this bottle must be an item that had a major relationship with the life of the child of destiny.

As soon as he took the bottle handed over by Han Li, Yang Yanhan's candlelight pupils suddenly sent out a wave of obscure fluctuations. With the origin consciousness of such a powerful world, once Yang Yanhan took the fate items of the Son of Destiny as his own, it was not a fun thing.

"This bottle is indeed a bit miraculous, I will take it back for some time to study for the teacher, and then I will naturally return it to you." Yang Yan said coldly, feeling that the obscurity brought by the candlelight pupil gradually subsided, and then continued to speak: "You and Zhang Tie have been on the mountain for a year, and both of you have practiced kung fu well.

"Thank you, Master!" The joy on Han Li's face was palpable, it was obvious that for a child, home was a longing that they couldn't let go.

After instructing the two of them to practice hard and caring about Han Li's injuries, Yang Yanhan left on his own. With Han Li's weird little bottle, he walked back.

Although he was just walking on the road, Yang Yanhan had already begun to study this vial non-stop. Trying to twist the cap of this bottle, to Yang Yanhan's surprise, with his current amazing strength, he twisted it with all his strength, I am afraid that it is not a thousand catties.

But the bottle was not moved, and this alone made Yang Yanhan's heart even hotter, after all, such a bottle is definitely a rare treasure. (To be continued.) )