Half a month later, Zhao Mu, who had a good experience of the border customs, returned to Qixuanmen.

Back mountain, the cave where Elder Taishang lives in seclusion.

"You mean that Mo Lao repaired a letter, saying that he was going back to his hometown to visit relatives, but he didn't know when he would return?" Zhao Mu's starry eyes stared at the master of the horse gate, and a trace of surprise flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"Yes, Mo Lao also said that Han Li has obtained his true inheritance and can go out to treat the sick and save people, and after he leaves, Han Li will temporarily be in charge of the Divine Hand Valley." Deputy Master Sun replied truthfully.

"Alright, you go down first." Zhao Mu turned his head to the left side and motioned to Deputy Master Sun to retreat.

Zhao Mu thought that it might be that Han Li had already gotten rid of Mo Lao, and imitated his handwriting and wrote the letter. But the original text Han Li was sixteen years old, that is, two years later, with the help of the little green bottle, he reached the sixth layer of qi refining, and only then did he fight back to Mo Lao and get rid of Yu Zitong...

Zhao Mu was a little uneasy, and decided to confirm one or two.

Seven Xuanmen, Valley of the Divine Hand.

Autumn had just begun, and the fields were full of life, and a few early-maturing herbs had produced huge fruits, bending the plants as if they were bowing to the pedestrians outside the valley.

Zhao Mu stood outside the Divine Hand Valley, with a hint of worry on his face, and a pair of sword eyebrows were not stretched like in the past, but tightly wrinkled together.

All the way from the back mountain to the Valley of the Divine Hand, the closer Zhao Mu got to the Valley of the Divine Hand, the heavier his heart became, his hands were clenched together, and his nails were imprinted into the palms, but he didn't know it.

At this time, looking at the peace in the valley, Zhao Mu felt a little more settled in his heart. I blamed myself a little in my heart, I still relied too much on the original book, thinking that the incident between Han Li and Mo Lao should break out two years later, so I returned from the border all the way unhurriedly.

Maybe one day earlier, one day earlier, if Han Li had his own secret support, maybe the situation would be completely different.

Zhao Mu had remorse on his face, and suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, secretly saying that he was also concerned about the chaos, and it was still unknown what the result would be.

It seems that today is the reunion of the senior brothers, the love is deep, or the sword is drawn against each other, and the blood is spattered, it depends on whether it is to call you Han Li... It's still Yu Zitong!

Zhao Mu put away the killing intent on his face and buried it deep in his heart. Then the bones of his whole body made a "click" sound, and after a while, his body changed as much as before, as if he had changed from a slender boy to a big man with a body of more than eight feet and a body full of meat.

took out a silver mask from the storage bag to cover his face, and Zhao Mu galloped towards the valley.

Just as he was about to fly over the medicine field, suddenly the mana in his body flowed, and he folded an object out of thin air and put it in the storage bag.

Valley of the Divine Hands, Stone House.

"Han Li" sat cross-legged on the bed, playing with a small green bottle in his hand.

The bottle is very green and beautiful, and there are many exquisite patterns on the bottle. The pattern is leaf-like, lifelike, slightly protruding from the bottle body, and the three-dimensional sense comes to the face, as if the real leaves are directly inlaid on it. The top of the bottle's slender neck is tightly sealed by a small cap.

The moonlight shines through the skylight and sprinkles on the green bottle.

Under the illumination of the moonlight, the green bottle became more and more magical. The leaf-like pattern on the bottle seems to come to life, swimming on the surface of the bottle. As the pattern swam, several mysterious metal runes appeared on the bottle at some point, flowing like water, which was extremely mysterious.

Gradually, a trace of white light appeared visible to the naked eye, falling from the sky through the skylight through which the moonlight passed, all of which gathered on the bottle in Han Li's hand, condensing into white points of light the size of a grain of rice. These points of light surround the bottle, like a thin layer of white mist enveloping the green bottle.

Suddenly, the psychic alerted.

Han Li's face did not change, and he pretended to put away the green bottle, but in fact, he took out a cylinder from his arms, pressed his fingers, and a black liquid sprayed out behind him.

With a "snap" of "Han Li", he stood upright and jumped out of bed. When he turned in the air, he took out a pistol that Zhao Mu had given to Mo Lao, and fired several shots in the direction just now until the magazine was empty.

Several bullets burst out of the muzzle like fiery snakes, piercing the wooden bookshelves, striking the hard marble walls behind the bookshelves, causing sparks to go deep into the stone walls.

In just this flash of light, "Han Li" had already made one action after another.

But when he turned around completely, and looked around, the stone house was empty!

His heart was beating violently, and it was as if someone was beating a cowhide drum in his chest, and the sound of beating seemed to be heard in the stone house.

"I don't know which senior is here, please deign to see it." Han Li's heart was beating so hard that his body couldn't help but tremble a little, but his tone sounded very calm.

"Why are the seniors playing tricks on Han Li, please show up!" Han Li saluted towards the void, his eyes glancing towards the bluestone gate.

The stone house is made of marble, and the only thing that connects the house to the outside world is this huge bluestone gate, except for a skylight.

The bluestone gate is heavy and abnormal, and because it is made of stone, the surface is rough, and the contact with the stone wall is particularly rough, so it is because "Han Li" has lived here for nearly four years, and there will be a sound when opening and closing the bluestone gate.

If someone wants to enter the stone house through the gate without a key, no matter how skilled he is, the stone door will make a sound, and although he is playing with the little green bottle, he will definitely be able to find out with his growing spiritual sense.

But now that there is no sound, and the skylight is intact, is it really just my own illusion?

"Senior...""Han Li" tried to shout again, and the person was already rushing towards the gate at great speed, ready to go.

"Where are you going?" A cold voice slowly came from behind him.

Hearing this, Han Li's voice was hoarse like an old man on the verge of death, and he couldn't help but think of the old man who had been eliminated by him a few days ago, but his speed was about to rush out without any slowdown.

"Hmph, you're alert" The owner of the hoarse voice just now, snorted coldly, and came to "Han Li" in a flash, pinched "Han Li's" neck with one hand, lifted him up, and pointed a few times at Han Li with the other hand, and the dark cyan mana formed a mysterious rune in the air.

Hearing only a "boom", the runes entered Han Li's body.

After the black-robed man threw "Han Li" aside like garbage, he clasped his hands in front of his chest and remained silent. A mask under the black robe perfectly covered his face, and his cold gaze looked at "Han Li" through the two holes in the mask.

Han Li noticed that as soon as that mysterious rune entered his body just now, the mana in the dantian that was originally like a driving arm was imprisoned like a lake of stagnant water, and his body was also weak, so he stopped speaking, and looked at this uninvited guest calmly.

Freeloader...