Qiao Yushan's elixir was really magical, and after half an hour, most of the bones in Han Ming's body were connected by themselves, although they didn't grow together seamlessly, but it was no big deal.

And this elixir seems to be able to help restore mana, but in just a short period of time, the mana in his whole body has recovered more than half!

Han Ming got up, released the green leaf magic weapon and flew towards the platform that he had fallen down before, he was going to find the Blood Demon, this Blood Charm was his big hole card, he couldn't just throw it away!

When he reached the stone platform, Han Ming easily found the Blood Evil Gourd that he had practiced, but after he found the Blood Evil Gourd, his face couldn't help but feel bitter, this Blood Evil Gourd was actually deflated by a large piece, and the originally round and bulging gourd body was deeply dented.

As soon as he injected mana to urge, he found that this blood demon was leaking, and the blood mist came out of the gourd's mouth on its own without waiting for his command, and he also found that this blood demon gourd couldn't control the blood mist, and these blood mists couldn't be recovered if they ran away!

Watching the streams of bloody mist continue to flow, Han Ming immediately took back his mana, allowing the bloody demon to return to its ordinary appearance again.

"You made this gourd yourself?" a slightly cold voice came from behind him.

Han Ming was taken aback, immediately turned around, bowed slightly at Qiao Yushan, and replied respectfully: "This gourd was obtained by a disciple from a loose cultivator, not by himself!"

"Well, it's good that you didn't refine it yourself, this kind of large-scale killing of mortals is still better to do less, and it's not good for the cultivation of the mind! But since this gourd is not refined by you, then it's nothing for you to use. Qiao Yushan didn't have much expression on his face, just said lightly.

"Thank you Uncle Ancestor for not pursuing it!" Han Ming was surprised, you must know that this bloody demon is a genuine evil weapon or the like, and it is strictly forbidden to use it in the sect, but how can this Uncle Ancestor be so light-hearted, there is no point in pursuing it at all!

"Okay, everything is cleaned up, the small formation below should also be broken, come with me to the pavilion on the island to see, there is something else!" Qiao Yushan finished speaking, and without waiting for Han Ming to answer, he directly controlled Han Ming with a wave of his hand and flew towards the island in the lake.

Landing in front of a two-story attic in the center of the island, Han Ming was let go by Qiao Yuyi and left beside Chu Qiu.

"Receive. Qiao Yushan waved his hand, and more than a dozen small forbidden flags flew out of the attic, and then a sound of porcelain breaking came from the attic!

"The magic circle has been broken, let's go in and take a look!" Qiao Yushan put one hand behind his back, raised his foot and walked inside.

Looking at the empty pavilion, Han Ming was surprised for a while, the first floor of this attic was empty, there was not even a seat and table, except for the dust half a foot deep, it was still dust!

"Nothing of value!" Qiao Yushan shook his head slightly, and with a wave of his robe, he floated upstairs without staining a single dust on the ground.

Qiao Yuyi floated towards the second floor, but Han Ming walked to the middle of the platform on this floor, touched the thick dust with both hands, and actually found a small futon, took it in his hand and kept looking at it.

"It's just a kind of futon made of the bark of a special spirit tree, except for being tougher, it has no effect, and it is sold for sale, but it is only a few dozen spirit stones. Qiao Yu didn't turn his shirt and continued to float upstairs, while his divine sense continued to scan the entire attic.

As soon as he heard that this futon was worth dozens of spirit stones, Han Ming immediately happily put it into the storage bag, and at the same time let go of his divine sense and swept around to see if he could find another one.

Qiao Yushan saw Han Ming's appearance of locusts passing everywhere and not growing a single grass, and couldn't help but smile dumbly, this Han boy has only practiced qi, and it is normal to care about some things that she doesn't like!

After searching for a while, and after making sure that nothing was missing, Han Ming raised his feet and walked towards the second floor, only to see Qiao Yushan standing quietly in front of a wall, staring at the three paintings on the wall with a serious face!

Seeing Qiao Yuyi so engrossed, Han Ming was suddenly surprised, what could make a monk in the Yudan period so serious must be extraordinary, and he couldn't help but look at those three paintings.

The three paintings are very special, the house is full of dust, but these three paintings are clean and as if they were just painted!

But these three paintings are very ordinary, they are the same as ordinary paintings, there is no spiritual power fluctuation, nor any spiritual flash, it doesn't look like something that an immortal cultivator has!

On the leftmost painting is a middle-aged Confucian with a gentle face, he stands with his hands in his hands, his expression is extremely gentle, and his whole body reveals a heroic righteousness, completely a great Confucian!

On the far right is an old monk wearing a colorful robe, holding a purple bowl in his left hand, and holding a string of golden Buddha beads in his right hand.

The person in the middle has only one back, he is wearing a simple Taoist robe embroidered with black and white gossip, one hand behind his back, the other hand pinching, and at the same time raising his head slightly, looking at the blue-gray sky, revealing a mysterious aura from the inside out.

"This space is actually related to the three sons of Tailun!" Qiao Yushan's heart fluttered, she never thought that this space was actually related to the three sons of the ancient supreme power Tailun, you must know that the cultivation of these three is truly invincible, that is, the Taishang Master and Uncle Ancestor who cultivated to be absolute in their sect thousands of years ago are not necessarily opponents!

Han Ming stared at these three paintings for a long time, and he didn't see anything different, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at other places, Qiao Yushan cared so much about these three paintings, then this painting would definitely not be his turn.

With a slight turn of his gaze, Han Ming saw a thin corpse standing in a kneeling position, and the object of this corpse kneeling was the painting of an old monk.

Han Ming's eyes were sharp, and he could see at a glance that the string of Buddha beads hanging around the neck of this dried corpse was very similar to the golden Buddha beads held by the old monk in his hand.

"Brush, brush, brush. With a wave of his hand, Qiao Yushan put away the three paintings on the wall, and with a wave of his hand, he put away the dried corpse, leaving nothing behind!

Han Ming saw that Qiao Yushan had taken away the dried corpse, and his face suddenly showed a stupid look, touched his head, and began to look for things around!

But before Han Ming could release his divine sense, Qiao Yushan waved his sleeve robe violently, and suddenly a gust of wind was stirred, blowing all the thick dust on the floor slab to the corner of the wall.

The dust was swept away, and more than a dozen objects were suddenly revealed on the floor, these objects were large and small, there were weapons and jade slips, and some ores!

Qiao Yushan's consciousness swept away, and he summoned those objects to his eyes, looked at them carefully, and selected them one by one.

Han Ming saw that the things on the floor were all taken away, and he was a little disappointed, and couldn't help but look at the dozen or so items floating in Qiao Yu's shirt twice, it didn't matter if he saw this look, when Han Ming saw a certain black jade, his pupils involuntarily shrank, this black jade seemed familiar!