"Why did Master Han's nephew come here?" the man surnamed Jing asked with a smile.

"The juniors are here to get the map and magic weapons, and they want to complete the task as soon as possible. Han Yu said respectfully.

"Senior nephew Han, you are really anxious. However, it's good to pick early, and picking a good route can really save some time. After hearing his words, the man surnamed Jing nodded lightly.

Han Yu also showed a flattering smile on his face and said, "Master Jing Bo Mingjian, the junior really thinks so. ”

"You can look at these maps and choose them yourself, and tell me which route you choose!" The man surnamed Jing nodded, and with a flick of his cuff, dozens of maps clinged to the bluestone walls of the main hall.

Han Yu thanked the man surnamed Jing, then stood up and looked at the maps.

The little eyes carefully looked at each map, and suddenly Han Yu's eyes lit up, pointing to the map with a red diagonal line and saying, "The junior wants to take this route." ”

The man surnamed Jing flew to his hand with a gesture of the map, only to see that he slapped a small gourd as white as jade from the storage bag.

Seeing that he threw these two things over, Han Yu hurriedly caught it, and the little gourd had a slightly cool touch in his hand.

"This little gourd is a flying magic weapon that can carry hundreds of people, and it will not consume your mana. The man surnamed Jing explained, "You go and think about it slowly!"

After hearing this, Han Yu respectfully retreated and left the main hall.

The black-faced man who had passed half a cup of tea also came to the main hall, and the man surnamed Jing asked with some doubts: "Could it be that the musician's nephew is going to Fang City today?"

"Uncle Jing, the younger generation also wants to run a route. The black-faced man said in a deep voice, "The senior nephew doesn't want the fellow brothers to gossip. ”

"Okay, the maps are all hanging on the wall, you can choose them yourself. The man surnamed Jing replied casually when he heard this.

The black-faced man walked over and took a look, and saw that the map in the middle had been taken, so he asked, "Uncle Jing, which route is the map in the middle?"

"From Cangwolf Ridge to Tianshui Village, there is no market on this route. The man surnamed Jing said with a chuckle.

The black-faced man smiled, picked a random map and turned to leave.

....

Han Yu came to a remote corner, played with the little gourd with great interest, and then threw it into the sky, instilling mana into it.

In an instant, the gourd mouth spewed out thick white smoke, and in a moment, a white cloud of thirty or forty feet was formed.

Han Yu jumped up and found that the cloud was particularly thick, and the man surnamed Jing was not wrong when he said that it could carry hundreds of people. Han Yu tried to control this cloud, and in the blink of an eye, he could fly out several feet, which was a very good substitute for transportation.

Han Yu wanted to leave now, but seeing that it was getting late, and leaving now would cause someone to have an idea, so he found a random palace to live in.

The route he chose was only more than a hundred miles away from the mine, and he wanted to get two more drops of spiritual eye liquid, and he would have desperate capital when he encountered a strong enemy.

Meditating silently in the hall, while the sky was still dark, Han Yu quietly released the gourd and stepped on the clouds to leave.

He did this to avoid the black-faced man, as long as he went to pick up the person and hid in the main hall to cultivate, would he dare to do it in person?

Han Yu drove the clouds and flew more than a hundred miles away, and the red glow slowly rose in the sky, Han Yu stretched his waist on the clouds, and suddenly saw a figure floating above the trees.

Han Yu's eyes were cold, and he saw that the person pointed at him, and the gray giant sword under his feet turned into a phantom that was a zhang long, and slashed towards him.

Han Yu's face turned cold, and a small earthy yellow shield appeared in his hand and quickly grew larger, blocking in front of him!

In the next moment, the greatsword flew back upside down.

"Huh?" the man took the giant sword that was thrown away and said coldly: "I didn't expect Senior Brother Han to have a top-grade defensive magic weapon, and it just so happens that Senior Brother still lacks a self-defense magic weapon to give me?"

Han Yu looked at the black-faced man's mouth with a sneering smile, only to see him throw the gourd into the sky, put away the mist, landed on the ground, raised his head and asked coldly, "Senior brother wants to get it himself, senior brother wants to know who asked you to trouble me?"

"Senior brother, you can be a fool and go on the road!" the black-faced man smiled coldly, "Your head is worth a thousand spirit stones!"

Before these words fell, Han Yu, who was standing on the ground, took a hand, and five fiery fireballs formed on the tips of his fingers, and threw them towards the figure in the sky.

The black-faced man was stunned for a moment, and slapped a blue talisman towards the storage bag, and a water-blue shield shrouded him.

"Just a fireball.." The black-faced man was about to sneer when the five fireballs hit the shield.

"Boom, boom..."

Two fireballs exploded the shield, and the black-faced man was startled, and quickly pointed at the gray flying sword and slashed over!

The sharp sword slashed the fireball in two and fell into the woods, he was shocked in his heart and just wanted to say something, only to see Han Yu standing on the ground chanting words in his mouth, and with a wave of his hands, seven or eight cyan wind blades shot out one after another, slashing towards him.

The black-faced man took out a palm-sized melon-shaped iron shield from a row of storage bags, injected mana into it, and turned it into a half-human-high iron shield in front of him.

Puff puff..

The wind blade collided violently against the iron shield, and the cyan and light light shone non-stop, and there was an unpleasant slashing sound.

When the sound of cutting disappeared, the black-faced man was about to get angry when he saw that shallow cutting marks had appeared on the small shield, and three ice picks about a foot long had condensed on the top of Han Yu's head.

"Senior brother, stop first, I have no malice and leave now!" the black-faced man hurriedly said loudly in fright.

Han Yu didn't pay attention to it, and the three ice picks that recited the spell were already attacking him!

He gritted his teeth, slapped the storage bag, took out three red talismans, and chanted the spell to turn into three fiery fireballs and crashed into them.

He was about to say something, when a dozen stones the size of a human head suddenly appeared above his head and smashed down on him frantically!

The black-faced man hurriedly dodged, and he also had a retreat in his heart.

Han Yu launched a tidal wave of attacks that never stopped for a moment, and the black-faced man looked embarrassed as he desperately parried.

"Senior brother, stop first, we have something to say!" The black-faced man hurriedly said loudly when he saw Han Yu stop.

Han Yu's face was cold, and he didn't want to talk nonsense, so he patted the storage bag and had a small cyan flag in his hand.

I saw Han Yu waving a small flag, and suddenly aimed the tip of the flag at the black-faced man, and suddenly dozens of cyan wind blades rushed towards him.

The black-faced man took out the iron shield again and blocked it in front of him, only to see the wind blade frantically cutting into the shield, and it was cut into countless pieces in an instant!

The black-faced man wanted to scold his mother, where is this little monk of the eighth layer of qi refining, this is simply the Heavenly Demon Lone Star!

Han Yu saw that the wind blade did not make a meritorious service, so he did not summon the frog, and put the small flag into the storage bag, and there was an extra strange knife in his hand.

The black-faced man's face turned white with fright, and he saw this knife with a crisis of disbelief looming over his heart!

I saw that he hurriedly threw aside the gray sword in his hand, knelt down towards Han Yu and kowtowed frantically and shouted: "Senior brother, spare my life, I am willing to make a heavenly oath never to reveal today's events!"

The corners of Han Yu's mouth showed a trace of disdain, and he continued to infuse the mana all over his body.

He either doesn't do it, or he does it, and he will do it absolutely!

But as the black-faced man said something, Han Yu's brows furrowed, and the astonishing aura on the knife slowly dissipated.

"Do you really know the whereabouts of Qiu Tanhua?" Han Yu asked coldly.

The black-faced man hurriedly kowtowed, and said tremblingly: "I am happy to make a heavenly oath, and what I said is absolutely not false. ”

Han Yu looked at the black-faced man with a frightened face and said, "Throw your storage bag over!"

The man hurriedly picked up the storage bag and threw it over, Han Yu kicked it in his hand and examined it, and easily took out the eight hundred spirit stones and some valuable talismans inside.

"Let's talk about it!" Han Yu threw the storage bag that was about to be emptied and said coldly.

"Brother Han must have guessed a few points, it was Wu Feng who asked me to intercept and kill you!" Le Xing said in fear.

"My head is worth a thousand spirit stones, do you want it, Senior Brother Le?" Han Yu said sarcastically.

"Don't dare!" Le Xing said with a shivering and sad face.

Han Yu looked at Wu Feng, who was kneeling on the ground, and his heart was constantly weighing, Le Xing raised his head and saw a murderous look on his face and said loudly: "Please also ask my junior brother to leave me a life, I am willing to sign a contract to serve my junior brother for life.....!