On the gilt golden halberd, there is an aura similar to that in the Great Qianxian Immortal Court, which permeates the entire Immortal Court.

The breath of the great dry national fortune.

This nun is meaningless, she is a monk of great ability.

It may be a certain next-generation emperor of the Great Qiandi Emperor, or a certain prince, or the next-generation granddaughter of a certain marquis, or it may be the relatives of the six department masters or the three auxiliary masters.

On the way to Daqian Immortal Capital, Tianxin Daoist also introduced the situation of Daqian to Han Yi, plus what Han Yi learned from the Library Pavilion before, Han Yi was no stranger to the true monarch and god on the surface of Daqian's organization.

The strongest person in Daqian has nothing to think of as the emperor of Daqian.

Under the emperor, there are the three major princes, the town of the country, the prince of Anguo, and the prince of Dingguo, these three princes are all powerful gods.

Under the prince of the country, there are three assistants, six ministers, and seven marquis.

These sixteen are all Yuanying Zhenjun.

Of course, it is not that there are only sixteen true monarchs in the Great Qian Immortal Kingdom, according to the ranking of the True Monarchs of the Tianji Pavilion, there are thirty-four true monarchs who belong to the Great Qian on the surface, let alone secretly.

This is the absolute overlord of the southwest region of the Yuheng Realm.

Many conjectures flashed in Han Yi's heart, his face did not change, but first put Ling Guiyu into the storage bag, turned to look at the person who came, and then, ignoring it, grabbed his body and left.

Among the monks in the early stage of foundation, he considered himself to be worthy of losing to anyone.

Outside, being chased and killed, and being abducted, he admitted it, after all, the right one is either in the middle stage of foundation building, or at the peak of foundation building, or even simply Yuanying Zhenjun, for the sake of his life, he doesn't care at all.

But here, the realm is limited to the early stage of the foundation building period, he has nothing to fear, as long as he doesn't provoke him, then he will be fine, if he is looking for death, then he will do what he wants.

Of course.

The other party is an official monk of Daqian, in order not to cause follow-up trouble, Han Yi decided to ignore it, in case the other party is the granddaughter of Emperor Daqian, and he kills her, it is looking for death.

I really think that when I enter the cave, everyone is equal, but in fact it is not, as long as it is a person, there is always partiality.

But.

Han Yi ignored it, but the other party thought that Han Yi was afraid.

A trace of anger flashed on the female cultivator's cold face, and the long halberd swept through the air and slammed in.

Rumble!!

The halberd swept over Han Yi's position, only piercing through an afterimage, and then, it cut off more than a dozen giant trees and smashed them on the ground.

Suddenly.

A blue-black sword qi swept silently from the violently shaking dust.

Laugh at!

The sword qi slashed across the edge of the nun's forehead, cutting off a strand of hair, and then, turning back, falling into the scabbard of the distant figure.

In just an instant, the figure flickered slightly, and it had disappeared, and it was difficult to catch even the breath.

"Chase, die!"

A voice, glowing with cold and endless murderous aura, came from a distant figure.

The purple-skirted nun had a stiff face, and under her shrunken pupils, a touch of horror appeared.

This bright sword light, brushing his scalp, was obviously a warning.

The other party is so strong, even ridiculously strong, and in the early stage of foundation building, she can still keep her hands with ease, and the difference in strength makes her shocked.

This first sword is a warning, if you catch up, maybe the other party will really kill you.

She took a deep breath, beckoned gently, withdrew the halberd, and shook her hand again, but in her eyes, the figure of the monk just now flashed.

"This person is too unfamiliar, I know all the monks of the Immortal Kingdom, he is not one of them, most likely, he is a disciple secretly cultivated by the Holy Land and the three major sects."

"Well... Strong. ”

She stabilized her mood and continued to hold the halberd forward, but this time, she had a different mentality.

The other side.

After Han Yi went deep into the mountain forest, he jumped up, standing in the air at a height of thirty meters, his eyes exuding a pale golden light, and he scanned the surroundings.

The Qi Hope Technique can not only be used to 'see' people, but also can be used to 'find' things.

This spell, although the initial level is low, but the applicability is extremely strong, under the effect of the proficiency panel, its ability, like other spells, has been reborn, and it can even be said that it is very different from the original spell principle.

Airplanes!

Under the Qi Lookout technique, everything in front of you is reorganized by countless lines of different colors.

Ordinary grass and trees, just scribbled one or two strokes, and some of the spiritual grasses that have entered the grade, are more strokes, and further on, there are monks passing by, which are light clusters of different colors, different colors, some red, some blood, some gold, some silver.

This color, Han Yi guessed, was related to the attributes and cultivation techniques, and even the individual's temperament.

Suddenly.

A dazzling and dense point of light came into view, and these points of light were pure purple, like purple stars.

Linggui jade.

Han Yi's heart was overjoyed, the pale golden light in his eyes faded, the world returned to normal, he was extremely fast, and after falling down the mountain forest, he walked towards the location of the purple light spot under the vision of the Qi Technique just now.

In less than ten breaths, it suddenly dawned in front of him that he was already in a valley.

On the mountain wall on one side of the valley, purple spots are dotted, and a hundred meters away, there is a Linggui jade embedded in it, a faint purple halo, there is a beautiful illusion.

"So much."

As soon as Han Yi landed, he couldn't help but snort lightly, and the sword rose up, and buckled a piece of Linggui jade on the mountain wall, although this piece of Linggui jade was smaller than the one he got before, but where he looked, there were dozens of pieces, and when they added, it was more than ten times what he had just obtained.

developed.

Han Yi jumped abruptly and rushed forward, and at the same time, from the storage bag, he took out another sword weapon, black light.

The Qingping Sword and the Black Light Sword, like two swimming dragons, shuttled in front of the mountain wall, constantly priing Linggui Jade off, and was taken by Han Yi.

Suddenly, a figure came from far and near, and the speed was extremely fast.

"Haha, Ling Guiyu, so much."

"It's developed."

As the voice fell, a figure stepped out of the mountain forest, entered the valley, and saw the seven or eight Linggui jades left on the mountain wall at this moment, and couldn't help but be overjoyed and laughed wildly.

The person who came was a burly and strong man, dressed in a Taoist robe, which set off him like a giant spirit god of war.

However, Han Yi just glanced at him, beckoned lightly, and summoned the black light broken sword to his eyes, and the Qingping sword did not stop.

After brushing more than a dozen times, he pried out all the Linggui jade on the mountain wall, and was swept in front of him by Han Yi with his divine sense, and put it in the storage bag.

"Humph!"

A heavy burst of shouts came from the mouth of the laughing giant spirit strong man, one moment, his face was full of wild laughter, and the next moment, he was murderous.

"Death to so-and-so!!"

A golden mirror was thrown out of the hand of the giant spirit strong man, the mirror was not big, hanging in the air five meters in the air, and there was a golden light, which shot out from the mirror and swept towards Han Yi, but it only shattered an afterimage.

"Huh?"

The djinn strong man sighed lightly, flipped his hands, and a second mirror appeared in his hand, which was a silver mirror.

The mirror rose into the air, and another silver light swept out, interacting with the golden light, brushing by, and where it passed, the valley rolled and the dust and sand annihilated.

However, Han Yi's body is not fast with every step forward, but the rhythm is wonderful, and he can always dodge the light sweeping.

"I don't believe it."

The Djinn snorted heavily, and took out a third mirror from the storage bag, which was a red mirror, and the mirror rose again, and the red light was dazzling.

Gold, silver, red, and three-color crossing, even Han Yi feels a lot of pressure.

The limit of the light body technique can probably hold up the fourth mirror.

However, of course, he is not stupid to be a target.

Han Yi raised his eyebrows, his sword rose, and the black light flashed, and he had already hit the golden mirror that was closest to him.

Clang!!

The sound of gold and iron resonating suddenly sounded.

Han Yi frowned again, and looked at the mirror that rolled and flew out for hundreds of meters, fell into the mountains and forests, and then rose into the air again, unscathed, and his face was solemn.

His own sword is already a sword with all his strength, and he can't even break a mirror of the other party.

That mirror is not lower than his own black light fracture grade, even if it is not a magic weapon, it should be the top best magic weapon.

Even, Han Yi had a guess from these mirrors with different colors, but similar functions and the same appearance.

That is this set of mirrors, it should be a set of magic weapons, but when it is disassembled, each mirror does not have the power of magic weapons, and it can be called a half-step magic weapon.

If that's the case, who is this guy?

However, even if it is a complete set of magic weapons, it depends on the strength of the user.

Han Yike is a first-class immortal base.

In this regard, under the same rank, he has not been afraid of anyone.

Next.

As soon as his divine sense rolled, the black light broken sword that turned back had already blasted the other two mirrors into the air, and then, soaring into the sky, slashing through the void, and shooting out, pointing directly at the giant spirit strong man.

And on the opposite side of him, the giant spirit strong man, after Han Yi's sword struck the golden mirror, his eyes suddenly sudden, and his face changed greatly, even more because the divine consciousness on the golden mirror was hit, his soul was shocked, and his head swelled.

Fast.

It's too fast.

It was so fast that he could barely react.

Extremely fast, generating infinite power.

If this sword kills him first, he may not even be able to take out the fourth mirror.

The hairs on his back exploded, and terror grew in his heart.

The Djinn Mighty Man hurriedly took out the fourth mirror, which was a pure white mirror, and this time, the mirror was facing himself.

A white light shrouded him, and the giant man's body disappeared with a bang.

The pure white mirror, with the same slight jump, jumped into the void and disappeared in an instant.

The black light flashed and turned back.

Han Yi was even more surprised this time.

This mirror not only has an attack function, but also can shift shapes and transposition.

A hundred meters away, the giant spirit strong man suddenly appeared, and the white mirror jumped out.

His face was horrified, he reached out, and passed through the white mirror, as if he had penetrated into another layer of space, mana poured in, and the gold, silver, and red mirrors scattered around him suddenly disappeared, and then, his arm was withdrawn, and there were three more mirrors in his hand.

The next moment.

The white mirror shone another white light on him, and the mirror jumped and disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already 300 meters away.

After less than three breaths of fighting, he didn't say a word and fled.

Come arrogantly and go neatly.

"Sure enough, there are many monks in the world, even in the early stage of foundation building, although I am confident that I am not afraid of others, but other people also have magical means, which should not be underestimated."

"Gold, silver, red, and white mirrors, this set of magic weapons, there should be more than these four, this person's identity is definitely not an ordinary sect disciple, there must be a background, it's just that."

Han Yi put away his sword, glanced at the mountains and forests behind him, his eyes moved slightly, his body flickered, crossed the valley, and stepped into another Gumao mountain forest.

After he left, three breaths.

Five figures, stepping into the valley, divided into five positions.

"Such a strong sword technique, Ding Jiansheng, this person is a member of your Chixiao Sword Sect?" A young man in a purple noble brocade robe had a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

This young man, if Han Yi was here, he would know that he was the ninth-generation grandson of the Great Qiandi Emperor who had appeared at the Wanxinghai Dharma Interpretation Conference, Pang Quan.

Pang Quan looked at the side of the mountain forest, there, there was an arrogant sword cultivator, the sword cultivator came from the three major sects of Daqian, the Chixiao Sword Sect, and his name was Ding Jiansheng.

Ding Jiansheng was across the valley, his eyes fell on the Gumao mountain forest opposite, and a trace of doubt flashed.

Then, he turned around and glanced at Pang Quan, his face was still arrogant, he didn't say a word, his body flickered, and he had already risen with his sword, crossed the valley, and stepped into the Gumao Mountain forest.

He didn't even want to take care of Pang Quan, and his eyes were as calm as a deep pool.

But there is no doubt that such an approach is outright contempt.

Pang Quan's face was ugly, and his body under the brocade robe shook slightly, and he quickly regained his composure, waved his brocade sleeves, and left directly.

The other three, with different faces, all paid attention to Han Yi who was leaving, even if they noticed Pang Quan's ugly face, they didn't take it to heart.

In an instant the crowd scattered, some in the other direction, and some over the valley in the same way.

The other side.

When Han Yi crossed the valley and stepped into the Gumao Mountain Forest, he also noticed the aura of the five foundations in the rear, but he didn't pay attention to it.

In Yuque Baogui Tian, fighting is the means, and obtaining Linggui Jade is the goal.

Moreover, those who can enter here are all people with status, and it is easy to kill people, and there will be trouble in the future.

Before learning the spell that disturbed the cause and effect of the heavenly machine, Han Yi decided that if he could kill less, he would kill less, and the magic weapons and magic weapons obtained after killing people would have to be changed.

Yuan Changtian's lesson is profound enough.

In particular, the monks who can enter the Yuque Bao Guitian are all sects above the Jindan level, and there are many descendants of the great emperor and the descendants of the three major sects of the two holy lands.

Can't afford to mess with.

After entering the Gumao Mountain Forest.

Han Yi found a few pieces of Linggui jade piecemeal, and when they were counted, there were more than fifty pieces, which was already a huge amount of money.

This kind of Linggui jade can be taken directly to improve the cultivation of a small realm, and it can be regarded as a kind of strange thing, only weaker than the immortal yuan in the original Chao Zhentai Void Heaven.

Han Yi naturally wouldn't let go of such a good opportunity.

Suddenly.

An earth-shattering explosion came from far away from the side, and Han Yi was stunned, and he turned around and swept away without hesitation.

If there is a fight, it is a competition, and here, the one who is fighting must be Ling Guiyu, and he will not let go of such an opportunity, it is all by means.

Swish!

The phantom flashed, and in less than ten breaths, Han Yi had already crossed a distance of several kilometers and stepped out of the mountain forest, and then, his eyes shook wildly.

Before his eyes.

A mountain peak with a height of about 100 meters rises abruptly from the ground and stands on the edge of the mountain forest.

What shocked Han Yi's eyes was that at the top of this mountain peak, there was a purple glow shining, like the brightest star, attracting his attention.

Linggui jade.

And it is also a huge Linggui jade that is more than one person tall.

All the Linggui jade that Han Yi had obtained before that was less than one-tenth of this piece.

Outside the mountain forest, around the mountain peak, there were already more than a dozen people separated into the void.

On the ground, a corpse, unrecognizable, next to the corpse, the magic weapon was broken.

Han Yi's pupils shrank, and he was a little hesitant.

This situation is very difficult to do, and all those who make a move will definitely become the target of everyone, and it will be difficult to be caught alive without dying.

He is very strong, one-on-one, self-identified and fearless.

But if you face more than a dozen pre-foundation building monks at the same time, you will have to die under the bombardment of the best magic weapons and magic weapons.

"It's not easy."

Han Yi's eyes turned, and he had an idea in an instant. Since you can't eat a whole piece of Linggui jade, you can blow it up, disrupt the scene, and break the deadlock.

In this way, there is a chance of winning the big shot.

At the edge of the mountain forest, after Han Yi walked out, a few more people walked out one after another.

Several of them, Han Yi saw them, and they were no strangers.

A hundred meters away on the left, that is the ninth generation grandson of Daqian, Pang Quan, this is a person who is not easy to get along with.

Three hundred meters on the right, a young monk carried a giant knife more than three meters long, the body of the knife was dark and glowing.

Taixu Zong, Shen Yuan.

Han Yi retracted his gaze and landed on the dozen or so figures facing each other in mid-air, two of whom he recognized.

A young man in a black robe, Nandou Shrine, secluded.

The other one, dressed in white, had three battle flags behind him, and the battle flags were hunting, and even the space became a little blurry under the fluctuations of the battle flags, as if they were shaking.

Lingzhan Sect, Xie Jingshan.

Han Yi was stunned.

It has been fourteen years since the last time the Xuandan Sect organized the sect to go to Yujing Mountain for the Cave Heaven Trial.

In the past fourteen years, he has broken through and become stronger.

And the other monks in the original Chaozhen Taixu Heaven, such as the Nandou Divine Palace, the Taixu Sect and other monks, the resources they had were stronger than those of the Xuandan Sect, and the environment for training was more oppressive, and they were naturally becoming stronger rapidly.

Being able to break through to the legendary Qi cultivators, talent, luck, roots, and comprehension are almost indispensable, and after they break through to the foundation building period, these characteristics will naturally follow, and they can also step quickly in the early stage of foundation building.

But.

In front of Han Yi, these people, even if they were stronger than the Blood God Sect's Han Xu Xiao, were only as strong as they were, and they were not afraid of them.

After Han Yi determined the strategic plan, he no longer hesitated, the black light broke the sword, levitating in front of him, and then, with two fingers together, he gently picked it up, and the black light sword climbed rapidly, and the speed was as fast as thunder.

Whether it was the dozen or so monks standing in the void, or the seven or eight monks who had just come out of the mountains and forests, they all looked at Han Yi.

"Humph!"

In mid-air, a monk with a cold face snorted lightly, and a five-colored fan in his hand was thrown forward, and in a flash, the colored fan had transformed into a ten-meter giant, and with a light fan, he was about to fly Han Yi's broken sword fan.

But.

Poof.

As if the short sound of a bullet piercing through the hard wood board sounded, the black light broken sword instantly pierced through the color fan, and the speed did not decrease a little, but it was raised upward.

"My peacock fan, damn it."

The cold monk who was sitting in the void suddenly looked at Han Yi, and in his hand, a second superb magic weapon appeared, which was a short arrow only the width of a palm.

The arrows are black and the body is white.

Leng Li Monk looked at Han Yi, his eyes flashed, the short arrow in his hand was gently thrown forward, and then, the short sword was suspended in the sky, entangled with black and white qi, its speed was like thunder, silent, like the arrow of death, stabbing towards Han Yi.

Everyone present, including Han Yi, had an intuition that this spell would definitely hit Han Yi.

Whether it was the edge of the mountain forest or the other monks standing in mid-air, they all did not move, but all looked at Han Yi.

Shen Yuan of the Taixu Sect, Fu You of the Southern Dou Divine Palace, Xie Jingshan of the Spirit War Sect, Pang Quan of the Great Qianxian Immortal Kingdom, and Ding Jiansheng of the Chixiao Sword Sect were either interested, or their faces were jealous, or they were arrogant and indifferent, and they looked at Han Yi.

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