Fortunately, Han Ming didn't go deep into the interior of the mountain range, but only found a cave on the periphery to break through the realm, so it took him half a day's work to get on the nearest official road, and then went in one direction along the official road.

Although there were some detours now, Han Ming was still heading towards the Ascending Star Mountain Range in general, after all, he also planned that if the method of renewing the pulse of the silver needle didn't work, he would go to those Ascending Star Mountain Range's immortal cultivators with high mana power to try it.

At that time, if he really needs to ask for those immortal cultivators, he will fight the only few magic weapons on his body to continue the meridians, after all, he can't let the path of immortal cultivation be broken no matter what!

However, Han Ming faintly felt that the ancestor who gave him the jade pendant should be a very powerful immortal cultivator, and if he could find his immortal ancestor at that time, then the matter would be a little simpler.

As for why he thought that the ancestor who gave him the jade pendant was very powerful, it was because there was indeed an immortal in the legend of the Han Ming family, but that immortal was more than a thousand years ago, if these two immortal ancestors were the same person, then this ancestor would be a little terrifying.

According to the records in the Codex of Guangling Sanren, the Shou Yuan of the Qi training period is only more than 100 years old, and the Shou Yuan of the Jin Dan Immortal Cultivator can reach as much as four or five hundred years, and the immortal cultivators of the Yuan Infant Period not only have the ability to turn over the mountains and seas, but their Shou Yuan has risen to more than 1,000 years old.

What kind of ability do the immortal cultivators of the god transformation period have, whether they live with the heavens, Guangling San people don't know, and they don't bother to understand, this is too far away from him, and even Guangling San people wonder if there have been immortal cultivators in the god transformation stage in this land called Jibei where they live!

After Han Ming knew the longevity of the immortal cultivator, he was surprised and almost didn't close his mouth, if the ancestor who gave him the jade pendant was really the immortal ancestor who was passed down from the family legend, then this immortal ancestor would be very terrifying, counting the time, this immortal ancestor had lived for a thousand or hundreds of years.

While thinking about how to go in the future, Han Ming took the reins and drove the horses under him forward, he didn't dare to ride too fast, in case the silver needles in his body were upset, he had no place to cry.

Han Ming raised his head and looked at the empty official road, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed in his heart, he had been walking for almost a whole day, how could he not even see a figure! Is this still an official road!

When Han Ming retracted his gaze, he caught a glimpse of clumps of green grass on the side of the road, at first he didn't care, and drove the horse past him, but then as if he thought of something, he twisted the reins again and spared back.

Han Ming dismounted gently, then slowly walked to the edge of the small grass, then leaned over and squatted down, picked a grass and put it to his mouth and smelled it.

"It's really a thousand faces!" Han Ming's eyes flashed with a hint of joy, and he muttered casually.

Han Ming plucked all the grasses, then gently mashed them, and mixed them with some strange things on the side to make a dim yellow liquid.

Han Ming took out the Blood Charm from his arms, and then used the dim yellow liquid to apply the Blood Charm thoroughly, and after applying the Blood Curse, Han Ming took out the silver hook-like magic weapon and applied it thoroughly with the faint yellow liquid.

In the end, Han Ming took out the animal skin again, and after looking left and right, he still resisted the urge to apply the liquid.

Han Ming thought about it and took the animal skin into his arms, and casually threw the liquid aside, then he slowly got on his horse and continued to walk in one direction along the official road, while he muttered in his heart, it was better to meet some people soon, because now the effect of the medicine he applied to his chest was almost over.

About half an hour later, the liquid that Han Ming had applied to the Blood Flame had dried up, and the original oozing blood red color of the Blood Flame was completely covered by the yellowish spot on the surface, where could you still see the appearance of the previous magic weapon, now it was completely an ordinary dry gourd, not conspicuous at all.

As for the silver hook, although it changed color, it still couldn't hide its essence of sharpening iron like mud, Han Ming thought about it and tied it to his thigh, no longer carrying it in his arms.

Now he can't use mana, the blood demon is useless at all, it's better to make the color a little more low-key, and although the hook is as sharp as clay, even if there is no mana, it is also very useful, but it is also easy to attract the covetousness of others, if these two magic weapons are lost, he is afraid that he will regret it to death.

As for the animal skin artifact, Han Ming thought about it, and still felt that it was better to keep the original color, because it was extremely ordinary, and it didn't look like a precious thing at all.

After thinking about it carefully, Han Ming stuffed the animal skin into the sandwich inside his boots, and after doing all this, he was a little relieved, now that his strength had dropped greatly, he couldn't protect these magic weapons at all.

At this time, Han Ming frowned unconsciously, he always felt as if he had forgotten something, and when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that he didn't, which really made him distressed for half an hour. The last strand of long hair that fell dangled in front of him, and Han Ming suddenly remembered what he had forgotten.

Han Ming raised his hand and pulled off the hairpin on his head, and took it to his eyes to look at it, this hairpin is a kind of black as a whole, which is clearly wooden, but there is a kind of jade-like coldness in the hand, like a black jade carving, and the tip of the hairpin is carved with a strange-looking beast head, which looks like a sheep and a deer.

To be honest, the appearance of this hairpin is very good, although it is not a priceless thing at a glance, but a discerning person can still see that it should not be an ordinary hairpin.

Han Ming took out a dagger from his waist, he didn't want to repair the shape of this hairpin, but he was going to find a piece of wood and carve a hairpin to replace this extraordinary hairpin, as for this jade-like hairpin, he still stayed in the cloth belt of his waist for the time being.

This hairpin is not to be missed, because there is still Han Ming's first ghost pet Chun'er living in it, Chun'er was injured by a blood-robed man five years ago when he helped him do things, and he has been hiding in the hairpin for a short time, refusing to come out no matter how Han Ming calls.

Han Ming didn't think that his master's words were useless, but guessed that Chun'er might have fallen asleep and didn't hear his call, otherwise it would be impossible not to come out, because the spirit binding technique between the two of them still existed, and it was impossible for Chun'er to go against his will.

After re-examining his whole body and making sure that there was nothing conspicuous, Han Ming completely relieved himself, silently took the reins, and let the sitting horse go faster, of course, under the premise of ensuring that the silver needle in his body was not disturbed.

has been walking along the official road for nearly a hundred miles, Han Ming has not seen a single person, this really made him speechless for a long time, now Han Ming regrets it very much, originally he had a lot of healing medicine on his body, but not long ago he was taken indiscriminately, but it did not play any important role, if it is put now, he can use it for nearly a month.

After Han Ming completely lost hope of encountering people who had seen him, more than a dozen people on fast horses caught up from behind him, which suddenly surprised him. He can't use his mana now, but his five senses are still very good, and he can clearly see the clothes and faces of these dozen people from a distance.

The dozen or so people were dressed in uniform power suits, with standard long swords tied around their waists, dozens of yellow arrow shafts and feathered arrows behind their backs, and each horse also had an arm-length strong bow hanging on its abdomen.

Seeing the dress of these people, Han Ming was overjoyed, eighty percent of these people had healing medicine on them, and he felt at a glance that these dozen people were not murderous and brutal people, they should not be robbers and horse thieves or something.

Han Ming touched his nose, and with a hard pull of the horse's reins, he pulled the horse to the middle of the road, and it seemed that he was preparing to block the dozen or so people.

Seeing these dozen people getting closer and closer, the corners of Han Ming's mouth curled slightly, and a handful of powder was silently sprinkled in his hand, and a dozen breaths of kung fu laid a layer of poisonous miasma within a range of five or six zhang around his body, although these people did not look like some kind of murderous people, but Han Ming would not put his life in the hands of others, and it would make him feel more at ease if he had everything in his hands.

Han Ming planned that if these dozen or so people behaved against him, he would directly drive the poison to poison these people to death, and then loot them for useful things. If these dozen people were half a good person, then he would also use another milder means to get what he wanted.

After Han Ming laid out the poisonous miasma, the dozen or so strong-suited men had already arrived at a distance of seven or eight zhang from Han Ming, they stopped the horses, some of the strong-suited men decisively pulled out the long swords configured at their waists, and a few strong-suited men grabbed the bow on the horse's abdomen, and then skillfully pulled out a feathered arrow behind their backs, bent the bow and arrows at Han Ming, and there was a tendency to shoot Han Ming into a sieve if they didn't agree with each other.

"Who are you, and why are you blocking my path? A leader in a strong suit asked loudly.

"The kid is a traveling doctor, not long ago he followed the master to the mountains to collect medicine, but he ran into a big insect, and the master unfortunately died in the tiger's mouth. I ran for my life and fell off a cliff in a panic. But fortunately, he was caught by a tree with a crooked neck, and all the packages and bags on his body were lost, leaving only the horse tied to the outside of the mountain. Although I didn't die when I fell off the cliff, I suffered a lot of internal injuries, and now I stop all the heroes, just to ask for some life-saving healing medicine. Han Ming told the story made up in advance without changing his face, and there was no pressure to lie at all.

"We don't have any healing medicine, you can find someone else to borrow it, we have urgent business and need to hurry, you quickly get out of the way and let us leave." The leader of the big man in the strong suit frowned, and then said without hesitation.