And in this year, Han Qi has come a long way. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoIt's not just about his growth, it's about where he is now.

Now, he is only one step away from the deepest part of the poison cave, and he can even see the light in the darkness! This discovery undoubtedly relieved him, at least this year's fight is not meaningless. What's more, the poison cave here can be called a crisis, almost every poison that dares to appear here is a big guy in the foundation building period, most of Han Qi's first reaction when he sees it is to turn around and run, if he wants to continue to go deeper, I am afraid that he will not be able to hold on.

On top of that, temperature is also a huge issue. It's still a scorching summer outside, but the depths of the poison cave are dripping with ice. Han Qi's body was wrapped in a large piece of fur that had been peeled off from the black poisonous giant bear, and the whole person shrank in the hole/hole full of fire fruits to roast the fire, still cold and numb in his hands and feet, and the breath he exhaled turned into a vast white mist. I didn't know what was in front of me, which made Han Qi more and more curious while being vigilant.

Fortunately, a year of hard work was not in vain, and he finally reached his destination!

Han Qi recovered for a day, and saw that the slight scars on his body could no longer affect his combat strength, before he put away his things and walked forward slowly. He walked slowly with a bag of hemp, which he had made of snake skin, and he walked silently on the ground, which was why he dared to dare to drag such a bag of things through the dangerous drug cave.

He can't be regarded as poor and white in the past year, and the countless poisonous weeds and poisonous corpses in the poison cave are all excellent materials, and they can be exchanged for a lot of wealth in the outside world. Of course, for Han Qi, exchanging money is still a trivial matter, and these are things that guarantee his cultivation and healing. After all, if he could escape from the poison cave, it would be difficult for him to find such a good place for him to cultivate in the future.

Not only that, but the dagger given by Grandpa had already been put away and replaced with a thin white bone blade. It was the grinding of the vertebrae of a red-eyed war pig in the foundation building period, extremely sharp and indestructible, and ordinary qi cultivation poison had to be cut into two parts as long as it was light. If it weren't for the luck of Han Yuan who came in and came across that guy's bones shortly after he came in, where would he have gotten such a good weapon?

Han Qi's steps were very slow, in case of a possible sneak attack or slippage brought by the thin ice under his feet.

The further you go inside, the colder it gets, almost to the point of unbearable proportions, and the temperature drops by a point with each step. Han Qi was forced to use his spiritual power to resist such a cold in order to ensure that he would not freeze here.

A cold wind mixed with snowflakes and ice crystals is blowing in your face!

Han Qi couldn't help but shudder. Almost instantly, his face was covered in a mist and became drenched. Between these steps, the temperature is simply very different. And the magnificent scene presented to him is like another world!

The cave in front of me suddenly became spacious and bright. It is a world carved entirely out of snow and ice, with only a few fist-sized pearls of the night hanging in the middle of the cave roof, radiating a bright and soft glow. As a result, the light is refracted in the strange ice crystals around it, changing dozens of beautiful colors, illuminating this small cave as bright as day, like a dream of ice and snow.

This place was brilliant, bright and magnificent, stabbing Han Qi's eyes painfully, and he could only slowly open them after closing them for a long time. He hadn't seen the light for a long time, and for a moment he even had the illusion of blindness, and a few tears instinctively oozed from the corners of his eyes, and immediately froze into a small layer of frost, which he wiped away casually.

Han Qi took a deep breath, feeling that his lungs were being stirred by the cold wind for a little bit, and only then did he be sure of what he was seeing in front of him.

This kind of night pearl, not to mention mortals, is a rare treasure even in a big family like the Han family, but at this moment, it is casually hung in the sky for lighting, so that it does not have the slightest smoke and fire and does not destroy the pure ice spiritual power here. Surrounded by ice and snow, there are all kinds of ice-based spirit flowers and exotic grasses, and there are even a few rare spirit grasses recorded in the inheritance of poisonous species, which are independent of the "Continent Treasure Record", which Han Qi was amazed to see.

"Treasures of the Mainland" is also the inheritance that Han Qi got this year. It contains 108,324 precious materials from the mainland, all of which have been recorded by the Imperial Poison Sect in countless practices. Ordinary elixir materials are not eligible to be recorded, and those that can be recorded are enough to be called "rare", and they are also precious in the same rank. Don't look at it as just a database, but it is the accumulation of countless generations of sages, and its value is no less than that top-level exercise "Poison Resisting Dao"!

The vast amount of materials, even if Han Qi has been eager to memorize all these years, it is only a cursory look at the lowest level of the hundred thousand kinds. However, even this was an eye-opener for him. Although these spirit grasses are only the lowest level of them, they are also extremely precious to the outside world.

Han Qi walked over slowly with some surprise, tentatively picking them and putting them in a bag. There was no obstruction, and at the same time, feeling lucky also made Han Qi nervous.

Compared to the previous step-by-step crisis, there is no danger here, and it is so calm that it makes people panic in the bottom of their hearts. Han Qi did not relax because of this quietness, but instead raised his vigilance to the highest level, observing his surroundings vigilantly.

As expected, Han Qi keenly felt that this ice and snow world did not seem to be formed naturally, but the result of careful decoration after artificial polishing. The ice shoots are similar in size and placed in a rather mysterious direction, almost the same distance from each other, and finally converge in the very center of the cave. And the light emitted by the night pearl is also refracted again and again and condensed in the most central part of the cave, which is extremely bright.

However, this doesn't seem like a difficult puzzle to solve.

Although he had never understood the formation, it didn't prevent Han Qi from walking along these ice shoots, it was just a few more circles. I think this so-called formation is just to confuse the low-minded poisons outside, so as not to let them enter it, and the occasional appearance of poisonous insect corpses on the ground that have been frozen into ice sculptures also proves this.

The further you go into it, the more cold it becomes, and even if you use your spiritual power, you can't dispel the chill that goes deep into your bone marrow. Han Qi could even feel his teeth trembling up and down biting his tongue, but he was already numb with cold, but he didn't feel any pain anymore.

It wasn't until he stepped over the last ice shoot that Han Qi's eyes suddenly opened up!

What appeared in front of me was a small inky lake. It was as if it was a pool of condensed ink, and the heavy and melancholy black color blocked Han Qi's vision. He tried to probe the bottom of the lake with his divine sense, but the second his divine mind touched the water of the pool, he felt a piercing cold pain, and almost instantly his face turned pale, and he no longer dared to move. At the same time, the sleeping poison in Han Qi's body seemed to be awakened, trembling slightly in his heart.

Obviously, this lake is the source of the toxins in this poison cave!

In such a place where the water drips into ice, the water remains liquid, with occasional ripples. I don't know what this water is, it presents a pure inky black, bottomless. Wisps of ice and mist emanate from the surface of the lake, and when viewed in the light, the smoke and clouds curl like a dream. The lake is like a piece of flawless jade, which is more and more eye-catching against the background of the white ice and snow around it.

And in the center of this ice lake, there is an egg about the size of a man's fist. The surrounding water waves gently surrounded it, and a thin mist of ice rose faintly, as calm and calm as a fetus in the mother's womb.

On the edge of the lake, there is a stone tablet with two big characters of iron painting and silver hook: Hanyuan!

Han Qi stared at the inky lake in front of him in a daze, and tentatively took a few steps forward, everything was safe. In this way, he stood smoothly in front of the stone tablet.

This stone tablet is all carved from black ice stone, exuding a faint cold aura, standing in front of him, he can feel the cold piercing his face like a tiny ice needle, stabbing Han Qi's cheeks painfully.

The words on the stele, he only knows one "cold", or some common words taught to him by his grandfather when he was a child. As for the other "Yuan", Han Qi had never seen it before. However, this did not stop him from appreciating the beauty of the font. The two big characters in front of me are iron painting silver hooks, the words are Lingran, each stroke is vigorous and powerful, like a dragon flying phoenix, full of beauty/feeling. Even a person like Han Qi, who has no aesthetic feelings, can see it fascinatingly.

Han Qi looked at this stone tablet in a daze, and every stroke on it was like a cold wind ice knife, stabbing people's hearts. He just stared at it for a while, and then he felt that his eyes hurt, as if there was a storm and snow sweeping over, and he was pressed down with boundless aura, making him feel cold to the bone. And the two big characters on it also seemed to have turned into two ice dragons, roaring and opening their mouths at him, vowing to swallow this kid who dared to offend the stone tablet!

"Ahh

Han Qi screamed lightly and hurriedly took a small step back before he could break free from this terrifying illusion. In such an ice cave dripping with ice, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his eyes looking at this stone tablet couldn't help but be a little more frightened and vigilant.

Unexpectedly, this mere stone tablet could make him hallucinate and almost get lost in the ice and snow! It was really by integrating his spiritual power and perception of heaven and earth into the word "cold abyss" that he could reach such a point. The strong cultivation of its writers can be seen! Could it be that this is the handwriting of Han Taihe, the Jindan ancestor of the Han family?

This is the power of Jindan?

It should be good, it is rumored that Han Taihe, the ancestor of the Han family, is practicing the water system exercises, and the shot is the Changhe Snow Mountain. Only such a character can write such a text. Even two words carry their own will, turning everything they come into contact with into ice and snow!

Taking a peek at the leopard and knowing the overall situation, although Han Qi was still confused about all kinds of cultivation, he could also imagine the strength of the Jindan powerhouse, and he was worthy of being a figure who could lead Yushu County and create the Han family. It is no wonder that the children of the Han family show pride and reverence for this everywhere in their words and deeds, such strength is indeed an existence that he cannot touch now.

I don't know when I can have such great power?

Han Qi stared at the stone tablet deadly.

Although the words on this stone tablet are infused with the perception of a Jindan powerhouse, it is a dead thing after all. Han Qi's mental tenacity was already far beyond that of his peers, and he had raised his vigilance at the moment, so naturally he would not be fascinated by illusions again. He looked back at the font itself, and the more he looked at it, the more wonderful it became, and every stroke carried a mesmerizing beauty/sense.

Han Qi was shivering from the cold, and his eyes were still a little reluctant to linger on the word Han Yuan. These two words are really wonderful, both in terms of strength and beauty/feeling, they are the pinnacle of what he has known since he was a child. I don't know if it's an illusion, he seems to feel that after watching it for a long time, his resistance to the cold here is a little stronger.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear Han Hui's contemptuous words again: "But in the end, you are a cheap slave, even if you have been given a surname, you are not worthy of the surname Han!"

Han.... Cold.... In Han Qi's eyes, a resolute brilliance suddenly erupted!

Not worthy of the surname Han?

That's the surname Han!

One day, he will let the world know that it is Han who is not worthy of his surname! Since he has changed his fate in this poisonous cave, then he should also change his name and get rid of everything in the past completely! Then, from now on-

My name, Hanyuan!