Han Li and Hu Yan Lao Dao entered the mansion one after the other, passed through the verandah next to the courtyard, and came to the hall where the guests were gathered.

The speaker didn't even look at the tea, waved his palm, took out a glass wine cup, poured himself a bowl, raised his head and drank it all.

As if carefully recalling the taste of wine, the sloppy old man smashed his mouth for a long time with a drunken expression, and then exhaled and exclaimed:

"This red hair wine is really strong enough!"

"Senior, do you know this wine?" Han Li said with some surprise when he heard this.

"Hehe, when the old man traveled the world, he had drunk it in the northern frontier of the Barren Continent, and he had some impressions of this wine. Different from other mellow wine immortal brews, this wine must be soaked in the blood of many monster beasts and beasts, and it can only be drunk after a hundred years of sealing the altar, the color is like blood, the strength is domineering, and mortals cannot drink it, even if it is a monk of my generation, hehe, drinking it is tantamount to asking for a dead end for monks below the god transformation period. Well, it's okay for the immortals. The speaker spoke eloquently.

"The attainments of the predecessors in wine tasting are only seen in the lives of the younger generations, and they have to be sincerely admired. Han Li smiled slightly and said.

"Boy, don't be a sycophant, just say anything directly, for the sake of this red wine, as long as it's not too much, the old man can agree. The sloppy old man patted the wine jar on the desk and said with a smile.

"The junior went to the elixir garden today and stumbled upon the Dao soldiers planted before. It's just that this young sprout is a little different from what you wrote in the pen book of experience you gave me before, so I came to ask my predecessors. Han Li said.

"Oh, what's the difference?" As soon as the Taoist heard that it was related to the Dao soldiers, he immediately came to his senses.

"There are some strange dark golden lines growing on my young buds. Han Li said.

"What kind of pattern? Take me to see it. The speaker raised his eyebrows and immediately asked.

"The juniors drew a pattern of the lines, and asked the seniors to look at it. With that, Han Li flipped his wrist and took out a piece of paper and handed it over.

Hu Yandaoren took it and looked at it for a moment, with a smile on his face, and said, "You kid may be going to shit luck, you bean soldier should have mutated." ”

"Why did it mutate?" Han Li said with some confusion.

"There are many factors that affect the mutation of the bean soldiers, such as the water source of the planting area, the leylines, the spiritual fluid that irrigates the bean soldiers, and the quality of the bean soldiers themselves. This can only be judged on a case-by-case basis. The caller explained.

Hearing this, Han Li lowered his head and pondered, was it because of the relationship between the small bottle of green liquor, or was it affected by the underground fire vein?

"However, don't rejoice too soon, the mutation of the bean soldiers is uncontrollable, and it can get better or worse, it's all up to luck. Huyan Daoren poured a bowl of wine and drank it, and added.

Han Li watched the old man drink bowl after bowl of wine, knowing that he was most likely on his mind, so he didn't continue to bother.

"Since there's nothing to pay special attention to for the time being, let's leave it alone. Thank you for telling me this time, and the juniors will retire first. Han Li saluted him and said.

"Go, go, the old man has to drink a few more glasses...... "The speaker waved his hand and said.

Han Li smiled helplessly, then turned around and left.

Two days later, inside the secret room of the cave.

Han Li flipped over his hand and took out a bull's head mask and put it on his face.

With a burst of light, a huge blue light array disk appeared on the wall of the secret room.

After confirming that the changes of the bean soldiers were unhindered, Han Li planned to continue to take missions in the Impermanence Alliance in exchange for spirit stones.

On the array disk, there will be new tasks in the left taskbar at any time, and there will be completed tasks canceled from it at any time, often except for some special tasks, the replacement is very frequent.

Han Li's gaze swept all the way down from the taskbar, and when he saw the middle area, he saw a very special task at a glance.

The reason why it is special is that in the past, the task usually did not release the delicate content of the task, and each time the convener gathered everyone together, the specific task content was announced, but this time, the specific content and conditions of the task were uncharacteristically sent out at the same time.

The specific content of this mission is to defend the confidential place of the Holy Puppet Gate against foreign invasion.

Han Li also knew something about the Holy Puppet Sect, knowing that its sect was located in the northwest sea of the Thunderstorm Ocean, not too far from the Ancient Cloud Continent, and it was a medium-sized sect that was famous for manufacturing and selling all kinds of puppets in the nearby seas.

Its overall scale naturally cannot be compared with the Candle Dragon Dao, but because of the particularity of its existence, it has always had puppet trade contacts with many immortal sects, so the wealth of the sect is far from being comparable to those sects of the same level.

At the same time, this mission has made certain restrictions on the participating members, and only members of the Impermanence Alliance who hold the cyan mask or above are eligible to perform, so it can also be seen that the risk of carrying out this mission must be not small.

However, the reward given by the Holy Puppet Gate was very generous, and the promised reward was equivalent to ten times that of other ordinary tasks, which made Han Li, who was currently in dire need of spirit stones, look at it and couldn't help but be moved, and immediately decided to take this task.

Since there was still some time before the task assembly date, Han Li had refined the elixir he had saved up before into two furnaces of elixir, and at the same time, he had also made some preparations for his subsequent trip to the Holy Puppet Gate.

A few months later.

In the southwest of the Guyun Continent, there is a small seaside city called "Wangfeng", because the location is southerly close to the thunderstorm ocean, so the climate is slightly warmer, and it is one of the few places in the entire Guyun Continent where you can feel the changes of the four seasons.

Outside the city to the south to the south to the coast, there is an official road more than five zhang wide, winding into a particularly green elm willow forest.

In the woods, beside the grassy official road, there is a wooden pavilion built every few miles for people to rest and stop.

At this moment, the third long pavilion in the forest was shrouded in a dense layer of white mist for several miles, and if you entered it, your vision was not more than a few feet, and it was almost impossible to see.

Around the third pavilion, however, unaffected by the fog, a dozen or so people sat opposite each other along the long strips of verandahs on either side, their faces all covered with a cyan beast mask.

Only a graceful woman standing at the foot of the steps outside the pavilion was different, wearing a crimson fox mask on her face, and exuding a hint of charm and mystery all over her body.

Not far from him, there was a woman wearing a pink lotus skirt with a slender waist, and her face was also wearing a cyan rabbit head mask full of spiritual patterns.

Although both of them had their faces covered, the completely different feminine aura displayed on their bodies was equally pleasing to the eye, so much so that many people in the long pavilion seemed to be sitting upright, but they were peeking at it.

At this moment, a golden light streaked across the dense forest and flew down in this direction.

Ignoring the dense fog, the golden light plunged directly into it, landing on the open ground outside the long pavilion. The light faded, revealing a tall man, wearing a wide cloak-style black robe, and a cyan deer head mask on his head, none other than Lin Jiu.

As soon as she landed, she stepped forward and bowed respectfully to the graceful woman.

The latter nodded at him, and neither of them spoke.

Immediately afterward, a blue light suddenly swept into the dense fog in the eastern sky and landed outside the long pavilion, from which a green-robed man wearing a cow's head mask appeared, but it was "Jiao Fifteen" Han Li.

The appearance of the two only made the rest of the people who were originally here look up and look here, but most of them looked away directly from Lin Jiu, but they couldn't help but glance at Jiao Fifteen a few more times.

After all, the name of the mission maniac is not small in this area.

Han Li didn't care about the gaze of others, but with a casual glance of his gaze, he recognized the cyan rabbit head mask with "Eleven" written on the center of his eyebrows, and was slightly surprised.

Because the person who has this mask is none other than Bai Suyuan.

Because the mask conceals the aura, it is impossible to measure its specific cultivation now, but over the years, according to its speculation, the Yuehua Immortal Body possessed by this woman is probably at most a Mahayana monk.

It stands to reason that Bai Suyuan's strength should not be enough for such a level of task, but for some reason she appeared here.

However, Han Li's mind turned, and his face did not show the slightest abnormality, first he stepped forward and gave a salute to the fox-faced young woman who was obviously the leader, and then nodded towards Lin Jiu, who had been connected with each other several times, and then walked to the side and sat cross-legged on his own knees, breathing and resting, without looking at Bai Suyuan more.

Bai Suyuan didn't recognize Han Li, after all, she had only seen Han Li's face conjured up with a mask before, but she had never seen Han Li's bull head mask, but she had indeed heard of the name of the mission maniac, and looked at Han Li with some curiosity, her eyes flashed, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

After about a quarter of an hour, two more people arrived one after another.

At this time, after Lin San's eyes looked around, he immediately said to everyone in the long pavilion:

"Alright, the number of people has arrived. Without further ado, set off immediately and head to the Holy Golem Gate, and as for the details of the mission, I will go into detail on the way. ”

When everyone heard this, they all stood up and walked outside the pavilion.

Han Li found that in addition to Lin Jiu, there were several other members who had performed tasks together, and when they looked at each other, they all nodded slightly, which could be regarded as a greeting.

I saw Lin San's palm wave, and a piece of silver brilliance sprinkled down like crystal powder, and in an instant, a silver-white crescent-shaped spirit boat floated out of the air, hanging in mid-air, flashing with glittering silver light.

This boat is about thirty or forty zhang long, and the surface is engraved with a circle of mysterious runes, and the whole body emits bursts of silver glow, coiling around the boat body up and down, left and right, as if it is a flying spirit treasure of not low grade.

Then the light on his body flashed, and his figure floated up and landed on the deck of the spirit boat.

Seeing this, although a few people's eyes flashed with a hint of envy, all of them silently flew up and flew towards the spirit boat.

After all, for the high-level members of these people who often mingle in the Impermanence Alliance and participate in the tasks of the alliance from time to time, they have naturally seen a lot of all kinds of rare spirit treasures, and they have long been accustomed to seeing them, and at the same time, they naturally will not show anything on their faces what they think in their hearts.