Master Han was very satisfied that Lin Hao was able to devote all his time to cultivation. But the progress of his cultivation of his nameless mantra was still too slow.

Two years ago, Master Han had an illness, which he said was a hidden illness left by a previous injury, but it seems to have become more serious in the last year. The number of coughs per day becomes more frequent and the duration of coughing is longer. In the worst cases, it will bleed.

As his physical condition deteriorated, Master Han seemed to be more concerned about Lin Hao's cultivation progress. From the words he usually repeatedly urges, you can hear the anxiety in his heart.

Master Han attaches great importance to Lin Hao. Not only did he give him much more money than ordinary disciples as agreed, but the gaze he usually looked at him was also very peculiar, as if he was looking at a rare treasure, and he loved him very much.

Lin Hao, who had practiced the mantra to the third level, his senses became very keen, and he inadvertently found that behind these kind and caring eyes, there was occasionally a trace of greed and longing that made Lin Hao uneasy.

These expressions made Lin Hao a little creepy, and he always felt that Master Han, who showed these expressions, didn't look like he was looking at a living person, but like looking at something.

This made him a little wary, was it really as he thought at the beginning. Did Master Han have other intentions for himself? He still had a sense of precaution against Master Han, and as time passed, this precautionary heart became even stronger.

Now there is a problem in front of Lin Hao, he has encountered a bottleneck in his practice, and what's worse is that with Lin Hao's extensive cultivation and taking medicine in recent years, the precious medicine in Master Han's hand has disappeared.

Obviously, Lin Hao was not a genius, and without the assistance of medicine, his cultivation progress had completely stagnated. It's very strange, for some reason, Master Han, who has a high level of martial arts, can't detect the details of Lin Hao's cultivation, and can only know one or two of his progress from giving him a pulse, so he hasn't known the predicament Lin Hao is facing these days.

A few days ago, Lin Hao finally told Master Han about his cultivation. Master Han heard that Lin Hao had not improved in oral duels for a year, his burnt yellow skin became a little pale, and his expressionless face became even more ugly.

Master Han didn't blame him, but just told him that he was going to go down the mountain for a while, go find some medicinal herbs and come back, and let him practice on the mountain and not relax his mantra cultivation. Master Han left Tianxuanmen alone with his luggage and medicine collection tools. After he left, in the entire valley, only Han Li was left.

Another senior brother and friend, Zhang Tie, suddenly disappeared when he practiced the third layer of "Brute Bull Gong" a year ago. Only one letter was left, saying that he was going to explore the rivers and lakes. This made Lin Hao feel too sudden, sad for a few days, thinking about it later, he faintly felt that something was not right, but others were small, and no one asked him, and the matter was over. Later, Lin Hao guessed that Zhang Tie should have been afraid of the cultivation of the fourth layer of the "Brute Bull Gong", so he slipped away unconsciously and secretly.

After cultivating in the valley for a few days, there was no effect, so Lin Hao walked out of the valley and walked on these mountain roads that were both familiar and a little unfamiliar, Lin Hao's heart felt a little emotional.

In the past three years, in order to practice, Lin Hao has not walked out of the small valley once as if he was in prison. It is estimated that the same door outside has already forgotten Lin Hao, the senior brother.

On the way, I met some disciples who were patrolling the mountains, and when they saw him wearing the clothes of the disciples in the door, but his appearance was very unfamiliar, they all vigilantly stepped forward to interrogate him, and it took him a long time to explain before he was able to get out.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Lin Hao simply chose a secluded place to go to avoid trouble. Sure enough, along the way, no one checked again, allowing him to go further and further along the way.

Looking at these beautiful scenery that were completely different from those in the valley, and listening to the chirping of various birds, for a while, all the troubles were left behind by Lin Hao.

Suddenly, a burst of weapons collided, and the sound of many people shouting and cheering came faintly from under a relatively hidden mountain cliff. Such a remote place! So many people together! And so loud!

Lin Hao's curiosity was aroused, and he was no longer afraid of someone asking, so he followed the sound of the fight and came to the neighborhood. What a big scene! He couldn't help but be slightly taken aback. Beneath this cliff, which was completely obscured by trees, there were more than a hundred people gathered there, and this not too big place was crowded with so many people, and even on several of the larger trees nearby, there were a few people standing on the branches and looking out.

In the circle surrounded by so many people, there were two waves of people facing each other hostilely, the left side had the most people, eleven or two, and the right side was lesser, with six or seven people.

Lin Hao found that all these people, whether they were onlookers or those standing in the field, were the same age as himself, and they were only teenagers.

Among so many people, he easily recognized a few familiar old faces.

"Wang Fatzi, Li Ming, Xu Yangui、...... This person is, it's Li Ming, tsk! The black head in the past has turned into a little white face!" Lin Hao also climbed a tree and took a big roll call to the familiar faces below.