Fortunately, Han Tu didn't know at this time that the other immortal cultivators regarded him, Huang Yaojie and the others as thunder. Otherwise, you will definitely show an expression that is more ugly than crying.

After these immortal cultivators came to the stage in groups of ten, they each showed their magical powers. Mortals can't see the profundity, they just want to be lively, and they keep shouting.

On the contrary, the old man, after meeting a disciple he liked or who met the requirements, would make up reasons that mortals could believe and take the other person into his disciple.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, two hours passed. The mortals present felt a little bored, after all, although the immortal cultivators displayed were magical, they would still feel bored if they watched it for two or three hours in a row.

During this period, the old man accepted a few disciples. But after all, the number was too scarce, and most immortal cultivators could only return disappointed. Han Tu watched intently through the subtle expressions of the person and guessed the relationship between the other party and the old man.

After a long period of observation, Han Tu came to a conclusion that this first selection of disciples was indeed predetermined.

Since it is already decided, the reason why the other party chose himself must be because of the Moon Language Clan. Thinking of this, Han Tu couldn't help but feel happy, he was still worried, how could he inadvertently reveal the news that he was valued by the Moon Language Clan. And now, the old man can take the initiative to find out, which is naturally as she wishes.

When a group of immortal cultivators stepped down in front of him, the old man waved his hand, signaling not to continue on the stage, and then said.

"Thank you all for a great performance, and that's all for today. There are still two hours left tomorrow, so if anyone is going to try it, be sure to be on time!"

The old man's words undoubtedly made the immortal cultivators who thought they had only one day suddenly full of hope again. While they were immersed in joy, Han Tu noticed Huang Yaojie's strangeness. The latter, when he heard the old man say that there was one more day, actually showed a puzzled look.

This made Han Tu feel a little unclear, so if the relationship between the other party and the old man was good to a certain extent, why didn't the old man tell Huang Yaojie in advance that the event would be held for two days?

Because some of the movements were too repetitive, and the immortal cultivators present had not learned to act, they would naturally feel bored after watching it for a long time. There weren't many mortals present, and when the old man announced the end, they dispersed.

The immortal cultivator saw that it was over, and he had no intention of continuing to stay here, and then he only heard a jagged swishing sound, and then, in this field, except for Han Tu, Yue Yun, the old man, and Huang Yaojie, there was no one else.

There were still hundreds of people, but they disappeared in an instant.

Seeing this, the old man turned and left, he still had his own affairs to deal with. Now that today's event has ended, he naturally has no reason to stay here.

After the old man left, Yueyun smiled at Han Tuzhan, and then strolled away.

As for Huang Yaojie, while Yueyun turned to leave, he whispered in Han Tu's ear: "Brother Han, I'll leave first, and I'll look for you again at night!"

Saying this, he paused for a moment, and then said with a smile.

"The Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, if you succeed, then I won't look for you. ”

Hearing the other party's explicit words, Han Tu smiled and said lightly: "Brother Huang, please take it, when you join the sect in the future, you will ask Brother Huang to take care of it." ”

Huang Yaojie grinned: "Hehe, where is it." Okay, don't say more, that girl is about to disappear from my sight, okay, Brother Han, let's talk again when I have time, I'll go first!"

After that, he activated the aura at the moment when the girl disappeared at the end of the field of vision, and disappeared from Han Tu's sight in an instant, and the direction she went to was naturally the direction that Yue Yun left.

After Huang Yaojie left, Han Tu also turned around and walked towards the inn where he was. It's just that he didn't choose to use the aura, but walked through the bazaar, sometimes looking at this, sometimes looking at it, but full of interest.

Soon, he felt a little bored, and planned to take a shortcut back to the inn through the alley.

The inn is called Baimei, it is one of the few Xuandu, and it is built with white bricks, although it is quite distinctive, but because of the terrain, there are really not many people who come and go. But the more this happened, the happier Han Tu became. After all, then there is no choice to bother yourself.

But to be honest, if before today, someone told Han Tu that the number of immortal cultivators in Xiaoyao Town alone was close to five hundred, then he would definitely not believe it. But if he were asked how many immortal cultivators there were in Xiaoyao Town now, he would already be quite confident that there were hundreds of them.

After all, today was the first time he had seen the immortal cultivators of Xiaoyao Town get together.

Han Tu strolled through the alley and walked slowly in the direction of the inn. Since the spirit shatters had already been used, he was not in a hurry to return to the inn.

Originally, Han Tu wanted to enjoy the beautiful scenery here, but suddenly felt as if someone was staring at him, and showed an irrepressible murderous aura.

Han Tu felt very strange, and for a while he couldn't think of anyone who wanted to target him like this.

But the arrow has to be sent, since the other party chooses to follow him and shows a murderous aura, from this point of view, the other party must have made all preparations.

In such a situation, Han Tu plans to play some clever tricks to get away from the other party, which is already a fool's dream.

Thinking of this, Han Tu stopped, didn't look back, just stood straight and straight, and spoke.

"Your Excellency has been following you for so long, don't you plan to come out for a reunion?"

Han Tu originally said something, but the other party's attack had already arrived as scheduled, and there was no delay at all. The man clenched a short sword slightly shorter than his own body in both hands, and rushed towards Han Tu, hesitating as if he were an arrow.

In the case of a small difference in speed, immortal cultivators rarely choose to use speed to decide the winner, after all, when landing to breathe, or adjusting themselves, no one can avoid a breath of respite, and this time is enough to become the main reason for his death.

Therefore, with the experience of the rivers and lakes, Han Tu guessed the other party's approximate course of action through his voice before he turned around. So much so that Han Tu just bent down slightly, and dodged the fatal injury.

At this time, the young man had already come to the real front of Han Tu, and here he slashed Han Tu's chest with his sword.

Seeing that the other party was so ruthless, Han Tu couldn't help but want to scold. It is said that hitting people does not slap their faces, why do you still choose to greet your face?

But while thinking so, Han Tu ignored that he himself was actually such a person......