Luckily, Li Yanhui picked up treasures again. ”

"The son of the prime minister is different, better than our reincarnation, better luck than us, it's useless to be angry, and you don't have a prime minister's father. ”

"I don't think Li Yanhui is just lucky, there are so many lucky people in the world, is someone fifteen-year-old Lianzhong Sanyuan becoming the youngest champion in my dynasty?"

"Hahaha, no matter how powerful the little champion is, he is not in the court, people want to cultivate immortals, and they want to become gods!"

"The day before yesterday, when I passed by the Prime Minister's Mansion, I saw an old monk who said that Li Yanhui had a relationship with the Buddha and asked him to shave his head. ”

“......”

Li Yanhui lay on the giant tree that he hugged without Ren and closed his eyes to recuperate, under the tree is a pergola, there is a storyteller in it, not only the book is good, but also the ventriloquist is also very good, he often listens here to listen to something about the world of cultivating immortals, today the storyteller is not there, Zhang Luo, the owner of the tea shop in the pergola, comes and goes to the pedestrians to drink herbal tea, Kan Dashan.

Li Yanhui felt extremely bored and was about to jump off the tree to go home, when he got up and suddenly heard a gloating voice flying overhead.

"The fifth elder of the Sword Spirit Sect, Rong Hui, failed to cross the catastrophe, and the old ancestor of the out-of-body realm not only plummeted to the realm of qi cultivation in his cultivation, but his face was also disfigured, and his best friend robbed his fiancé, if it was miserable, he asked if it was miserable. ”

Li Yanhui responded to the ghost, "It's very miserable to hear like this, but according to the slap in the face and Shuangwen routine, this is a sign of the heroine's rise, reborn in the face, slapping scumbags and, seizing treasures in the secret realm, the big competition of the sect, cultivating as a hurricane, and reaching the peak of life!"

This smell is too familiar to be vulgar.

As soon as these words came out, the monk in the shade of the tree was stunned, he looked down and looked at Li Yanhui.

Li Yan looked back at the monk who was stepping on the immortal sword, and greeted with a smile, "Hello immortal elders, where are you cultivating immortals? I want to go too, can you take me with you?"

The two monks, dressed in blue and green, looked at each other.

"Damn, this mortal can see us!"

Li Yan smiled back and said, "Not only did I see it, but I also heard you talking about the Sword Spirit Sect, brother, ......."

Before Li Yan could finish his reply, the blue and green monks panicked and walked with their swords, not even realizing that the magic seal had fallen.

"Teleportation charm?" Li Yanhui was still stunned with the charm, thinking about going home.

The next moment, he only felt a flower in front of him, and he really returned home

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next to the latrine.

"Li Yanhui!"

Li Yanhui looked at his father who was squatting in the pit, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he took out the straw paper from his arms, "Dad, I'll send you paper!"

The prime minister breathed a sigh of relief: "According to your train of thought, I thought you wanted to take a bite." ”

Li Yan replied: "......."

He doesn't have that kind of hobby.

Li Yan returned to the speed of light and left the toilet, he looked at the teleportation charm in his palm, and his heart was surging.

After traveling here for more than ten years, Li Yanhui knew that there was a world of cultivating immortals, and he couldn't find a way to inquire in many ways, and thought it was just a legend, but he didn't expect it to really exist!

Half a month later, Li Yanhui passed the test to say goodbye to his parents and followed the large army up Sendai, he looked at the energetic crowd, and had a sense of anticipation that he would go to Hogwarts.

When he arrived at Shengxiantai, Li Yan returned to the dense forest, and when he was struggling with how to get out, his head was suddenly hit by something.

"Who, so immoral, littering. ”

Li Yanhui bent down to pick up the thing that had been smashed on top of his head.

That's a token.

The moment his fingertips touched the token, Li Yanhui's brain went blank, and he gave birth to the illusion that this token was his own.

In a trance, a young man with a grim face descended from the sky, looking at him with red eyes, "Token, give it back to me!"

The cold voice pierced into Li Yanhui's heart, his heart trembled, and he didn't know where to give birth to the courage, kick the token and run.

"Oh no, what I picked up is mine. ”

Fortunately, there was a teleportation charm, and Li Yanhui turned left and right back to Dengyuntai.

At this time, there were several handsome beauties behind him, and everyone's eyes were on the woman with the hood.

Li Yanhui followed his gaze, and he had only one thought in his heart.

Be the apprentice of that glazed treasure honor!