As soon as they hit the ground, some of them jumped up with their legs on the ground, as if a big yellow bird was gliding in the air, and some of them ran wildly, causing a deafening hum from the ground.

In an instant, a dense army of wrestlers rushed towards Han Li from all directions, covering the sky and the sun, and the momentum was terrifying.

Han Li stood motionless and glanced around calmly.

The next moment, a yellow turban wrestler was the first to kill in front of him, and a spear in his hand stabbed down, transforming into a debut spear shadow, emitting a piercing scream, enveloping most of his body.

Han Li's eyebrows moved, and he saw those spear shadows as if they were nothing, and he poked out with one hand and grabbed the spear like lightning.

A surging force surged along his arm, causing his body to shake slightly, and although it stabilized instantly, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The power of this Yellow Turban wrestler is truly amazing!

After thinking about it, he grabbed the arm of the spear and pulled it back, and immediately staggered one of the wrestlers, and blasted out of his fist with the other hand.

Bang!

The spear in the hand of the gun-wielding wrestler came out of his hand, and the whole person was shot backwards, smashing into the crowd behind, knocking dozens of yellow turban wrestlers into the air before stopping.

As a result, the spear-wielding wrestler turned over and immediately stood up, and a clearly visible fist shadow on his chest was dented.

Although his movements were a few points slower than just now, he still continued to rush towards Han Li along with the rest of the wrestlers.

Han Li threw the spear in his hand backwards, shocking several wrestlers into the air, looking back at this scene, his pupils shrank slightly, he used fifty percent of his strength with that punch just now, and a mountain peak was also shattered, and he couldn't even kill a Yellow Turban wrestler.

At this time, the surrounding yellow turban wrestlers have already flocked to it.

Han Li snorted coldly, his steps were wrong, and his body moved up with a series of afterimages, and at the same time, his hands shook into fists, and suddenly became blurred.

Dense fist shadows emerged and bombarded in all directions.

Suddenly the sound of "bang" was loud!

The yellow turban wrestlers were suddenly knocked out one by one, and deep fist marks appeared on his chest, colliding with the wrestlers behind him, and immediately knocked down a piece, and the originally aggressive and amazing offensive was slowed down.

After the wrestlers who were knocked off the ground fell to the ground, one rolled over and stood up again.

Han Li's gaze flickered, and his figure flickered, ghostly appearing in front of a Yellow Turban wrestler who had just been knocked away, and without hesitation, punched the fist mark on his chest.

Click!

The Yellow Turban Lux's body trembled, cracks appeared on the surface of his body, and yellow light shot out from it, and then his body shattered and turned into a yellow mist floating in the sky.

Han Li's expression softened, although these Yellow Turban puppets had hard bodies, they were not invincible.

The surrounding yellow turban wrestlers swarmed like a tide again.

Han Li took a light breath, blue light flashed on his chest and abdomen, six points of light appeared, his body suddenly swelled in a circle, and then his body shook from side to side, conjuring up several vague figures.

Bang bang bang!

Seven or eight yellow turban wrestlers flew out upside down, and then burst directly.

Han Li's hands danced into a hurricane, and wherever he passed, fist shadows appeared densely.

A series of loud noises accompanied by a roar in the air!

Within a dozen feet around him, all the wrestlers flew out, and their bodies shattered one after another, turning into a puff of yellow mist.

No matter how strong these wrestlers are, with the blessing of the power of the Little Big Dipper Yuan Gong, they are not a problem at all.

......

The fairy world, a vast and infinite dark sea.

The wind howled above the sea, and the black fog was filled, constantly rolling up monstrous turbid waves more than ten feet high.

In the thickest part of the black fog in the sea, there is a huge black city, suspended steadily on it.

This city is more than 100 zhang high, the radius is 100 miles wide, on the north city gate, there are engraved three ancient characters "Black Water City".

The outer outline of the city is built with huge black ashlar stones, which occasionally reflect a crystalline luster in the sunlight, but within the city outline, it is like an ordinary world, with rivers and fields, vegetation and trees, and streets and streets.

Among them, you can also see that many pedestrians come and go, and the stream is endless.

The closer you get to the center of the city, the higher the terrain, the more closely distributed the buildings, and the grander the palace attics.

At the highest point of the entire city, there is a small inner city, separated by a black river from the other buildings on the periphery.

In the inner city, there are exquisite pavilions and pavilions, and there are quiet and beautiful pool hall water corridors, which also occasionally distribute rockeries and gardens everywhere, the center position is a broad platform, there is a three-storey high heavy eaves attic standing majestically on the platform, the whole body is wooden, the vermilion bucket arch is staggered, the glazed yellow tile covers the roof, there are dragon and phoenix sculptures entrenched, very delicate and gorgeous.

On the highest floor of the pavilion, the windows around are wide open, and when you look around, the field of vision is extremely broad, not only the scenery of the inner city, but also the large black sea area outside the giant city.

In the pavilion, the furnishings are very simple, only in the middle there is a square table, on both sides of the table, there is a round silk futon.

On the desk, in a dark red copper inscription beast incense burner, there was curling green smoke slowly rising, and the aroma filled the entire room.

On the futon on the right, an emaciated old man wearing a lotus purple crown and a gray beard sat cross-legged, holding a delicate tea cup and savoring it.

In the tea cup, the color of the tea is green, it is better than jade, its aroma smells shallow, it is not as good as the taste of sandalwood in the furnace, but after the entrance, the taste is extremely delicate, the aura is rich, and the aftertaste is endless.

The emaciated old man slowly put down the teacup in his hand, and praised it sincerely: "The Black Water Spirit Tea of Bone Flame Daoist Friend is really worthy of its reputation." ”

"Pure Ming Daoist friend praised it falsely. If you like it, you can take it back with you. Opposite him, a man with a sallow face and a wide forehead described as withered, said indifferently.

"In the past, due to the hindrance of the Nether Sect, Brother Yan and I rarely moved around, but in the future, we should cooperate more and seek common development. Jingming Daoist said with a warm smile on his face.

"If we can take down this person this time, I can't say that we will have to work together to dig out the secrets that may be hidden in his body. The Bone Flame Scatterer nodded.

"Speaking of which, what is the identity of this person, has Brother Yan ever found out one or two?" the Jingming Daoist asked with a slight straight face.

"The last time you contacted me, I had already inquired through some channels, but I didn't get any useful information, what did you find over there?" Bone Flame Scatterer shook his head and asked rhetorically.

"It's almost the same as you, and I can't figure out the details of this person. The information leaked from Shifanglou is very limited, and it is only known that the client is not small, but it is not known if it is more specific. The Jingming Daoist sighed lightly.

"The more this happens, the more interested I am in the secrets that may be hidden in this person. It seems that the only way to do this is to wait for the torture afterwards. The Bone Flame Daoist said hehehe.

"Haha, seeing that Brother Yan is so confident, I think there must be a secret treasure to give to his disciples, right?" Jingming Old Dao smiled heartily and asked tentatively.

"Didn't the Daoist friend give the thing to press the box?" Bone Flame Sanren glanced at the emaciated old man and said.

The latter didn't care, smiled and said: "In order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, there are naturally some of them." ”

"I planted some soldier beans by chance earlier, and it wasn't until half a month ago that I successfully transformed into a dao soldier. This time it was just right, so I gave it up. Seeing that the other party didn't want to say more, Bone Flame Sanren didn't ask more, just said casually.

When the emaciated old man heard this, his expression changed, and he looked very surprised.

"It's actually a Taoist soldier...... Yan Daoyou is really blessed with a profound source of blessings, and his cultivation is amazing. "It's just a Yellow Turban Dao soldier among the lower three rank Dao soldiers, and it's not worth mentioning. ”

The Bone Flame Scatterer waved his sleeves and put on a nonchalant look, but a hint of self-satisfaction flashed imperceptibly in the depths of his eyes.

"Even if it is a Taoist soldier of the lower three grades, it is far from being comparable to other magic weapons, with this treasure, the surname Han Na has three heads and six arms, and it is not a hand to capture. The Pure Ming Daoist said this, and the envy in his words did not diminish at all.

Hearing this, the Bone Flame Scatterer laughed without saying a word.

At this time, the Pure Ming Daoist suddenly thought of something again, raised his eyebrows and asked, "By the way, this Han Li is still nominally the outer sect elder of the Cold Flame Sect, and that guy from the Cold Flame Sect won't be in trouble, so let's intervene, right?"

"If he is not afraid that there are only two top-level sects left in the Linghuan Realm from now on, he can just give it a try. Bone Flame Sanren's face turned cold, and he said with a sneer.

The Jingming Daoist nodded, and a faint smile appeared on his thin cheeks.

......

In the mysterious space, above the thick gray clouds somewhere, three figures stood in the void, it was the Tong Ren Chalk, the Mountain Dao Man, and Duan Renli.

At this moment, Duan Renli was holding a gourd with a yellow mud in his hand, and he had words in his mouth.

The gourd is half the size of a person, and the surface is lit up with circles of fine small characters with golden light, and there are some golden runes similar to these small characters at the mouth of the gourd, exuding a dusty atmosphere.

As the arcane and obscure spells in his mouth Lang Lang came out, a golden glow swirled around the mouth of the gourd, and something like yellow beans flew out of it, and they flew downward.

As soon as the beans touched the gray clouds, small whirlpools appeared on the clouds, and as soon as they were pulled, they swallowed up and disappeared.

"Isn't that ...... I didn't expect your sect to be able to perform such a legendary immortal technique!"

"The Taoist friends of the mountain are extraordinary. However, this kind of immortal secret technique, how can we master this shallow cultivation, but it is only by relying on this immortal treasure given by the ancestor that we can barely summon some Dao soldiers. The boy said with a flat expression.