The feminine young man sneered, walked to the side with his head held high, and did not hide his disdain for Han Yuan in the slightest. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Many people in the vicinity looked at the two of them gloatingly, looking like they were watching a good show, waiting to see how Han Yuan, the thorn who dared to beat the sect's senior brother in public, would react.

It's a pity that Han Yuan is about to let them down. His face was ugly for a moment, and then he quickly regained his previous indifference, and his eyes were taken away from the feminine young man. He wasn't afraid of anything, but he thought in his heart, how did he offend this person inexplicably?

Was it just because of the glance he had earlier?

If you don't understand it, you don't have to think about it, growing up in a place like the Han family, Han Yuan knows too well that these favored sons and brothers do things as they want. Maybe it was really because that glance made him feel uncomfortable, and he had to find a way to kill people. Wasn't that the case with Han Ying at the beginning? He just glanced at Han Ying one more time, and it was ten whips. The person in front of him is obviously a man, so he has to make a delicate appearance of a woman, and he doesn't know what's wrong with his psychology.

Han Yuan didn't plan to continue thinking. He wasn't a very big-hearted man, and although the hostility was inexplicable, he didn't mind putting it out in advance. Since there is an enemy, then he will take it. It's just that this feminine young man was able to inquire about his identity clearly in this little time, which is really amazing.

"I thought it was a character who used to be a slave of the Han family......"

"Slave traitor, I think the Han family has done a good job, this kind of despicable guy deserves to be killed. He even dared to talk to the Xuanyou Fairy, how could the sect let such a person get started?"

"In the face of the Han family, he is not small, and he doesn't dare to put a fart in the face of Senior Brother Liu, which shows how powerful Senior Brother is. ”

After learning Han Yuan's identity, and looking at Han Yuan's reaction, everyone whispered, most of them were contemptuous and contemptuous, and occasionally a few words touted the feminine young man surnamed Liu. For these teenagers from the Xiuzhen family, they were born to stand on the front line of the Han family, and they were naturally full of hostility towards Han Yuan.

Although the sound is not loud, it is even more uncomfortable to listen to Han Yuan's ears. But there are so many people here, he can't get up and beat everyone again, and he can only let them go. Fortunately, he has a calm personality, he has never cared about what others say, and he doesn't feel angry, but he still adds a little hostility to the feminine young man surnamed Liu.

Han Yuan didn't know that Liu Danjiao's hostility was even worse.

Liu Danjiao is the feminine young man in the brocade clothes, speaking of which, he is the real person of Xuanyou Sect, and his father Liu Zhi is an elite disciple of the Jindan period, and he is also an alchemist. His mother was also an inner disciple of the sect, and his grandfather was the inner deacon of the Xuanyou Sect. With such a background, unless he really doesn't have any spiritual roots, he can finally enter/enter the inner door smoothly.

The problem is that even cultivators dare not guarantee that their children have 100% spiritual roots. Liu Danjiao's father Liu Zhi thought like this, he originally measured that his child was a daughter, so he named it early, and tried his best to refine a Yin Spirit Pill for his pregnant wife, intending to improve his daughter's qualifications. Unexpectedly, it was not a daughter who was born, but a son.

Affected by the spiritual power of the Yin Spirit Pill, Liu Danjiao's qualifications are indeed good, and with the supply of resources from the sect, the future of Jindan is very promising. The problem is that the Yin Spirit Pill also distorts his personality, making him more feminine and even more feminine. Liu Zhi and his wife felt so guilty about their son that they didn't dare to say a word, and finally developed this appearance.

It's not that he really wants to be a demon/shemale, it's just that the negative spiritual power distorts his nature, even if he knows that this is not good, he really can't control it. Under the attack of this sample energy and reason, Liu Danjiao was also in pain, and her actions/things became more and more radical and distorted.

It can be said that what Liu Danjiao hates the most is that someone points fingers at his behavior, even if there is a trace of disdain in his eyes, he can't wait to gouge out the other party's eyes. Over the years, as Liu Danjiao has grown up, more and more similar things have happened, but he has an extraordinary background, and no one dares to say anything.

Obviously, Han Yuan didn't think it was a big deal, but Liu Danjiao, whose heart was already distorted, had already hated him. In the eyes of the people around them, this is simply looking for their own death!

Han Yuan still doesn't know the origin of this Liu Danjiao, and even if he knows, he won't be too worried. As long as Liu Danjiao can't kill him unscrupulously in public, he can definitely grow to the point where he can't start. The most important thing in front of him is the mortal enmity with the Han family, compared to Liu Danjiao's small contradiction, Han Ying, who has a big enmity with him in the inner door, is the existence that makes Han Yuan vigilant.

Hearing his name called, Han Yuan obediently stood up and went to the second test of his mind.

For Han Yuan, a person who dared to provoke the sect in public, the disciple in charge of guidance would certainly not give him any good looks, and pushed him directly into a room with some rudeness.

In the middle of the room sat a young man in black, smiling at the corners of his lips and holding a cyan tea cup in his hand. On either side, there were four inner disciples in black robes, looking at him with serious expressions. Looking at the black-clothed man sitting in front of him, Han Yuan's heart jumped, and he actually had the urge to run away.

His robe was no different from those inner disciples, except that the cuffs had silver-edged cloud patterns, which looked a little more chic and extravagant. He was in his early twenties, handsome and gentle, with a jasper hairpin tied up his long black hair, and nodded gently at Han Yuan. This kind of style is not like a demon cultivator at all, but like those personable sons of a family.

But Han Yuan looked grim and didn't dare to relax a little. Although the handsome man in front of him was just sitting, and his face was gentle and smiling, Han Yuan felt that he was furious all over his body, as if a huge shadow was pressing down on him, and he could swallow him at any time! That boundless power made him not even have the heart to resist. Instinctively screamed to run, but his footsteps seemed to be nailed to the floor, making him unable to move.

It's like a hare facing a lazy tiger, even if the tiger doesn't even lift its eyelids, it still makes his heart beat like a drum, and even breathing is extremely difficult.

The person in front of him is definitely a Jindan powerhouse!

I don't know how long it took, but just when Han Yuan felt that he was about to be suffocated by this terrible pressure, the pressure in the room dissipated in vain and became relaxed. The young man in black smiled slightly, like a spring breeze: "The heart is good, and there is no gaffe in the face of the power of the Jindan period, which is really rare." You've passed this level, so stand on this inquiry platform in front of you. ”

Han Yuan relaxed slightly, saluted the young man respectfully, and then stepped forward as he said. To outsiders, his face was still calm, but in fact, only Han Yuan himself knew that his clothes had already been soaked in cold sweat.

Seeing that he was already standing on the small round platform in the center of the room, the four inner disciples on both sides glanced at each other, and pinched out a few magic tricks at the same time. It was four mist that came from all directions, completely enveloping Han Yuan, and the room was completely filled with thick white mist in just a few breaths, and Han Yuan's figure was almost invisible.

The young disciple of the Jindan stage groaned for a moment and threw down a black token in his hand. Strange to say, the token was obviously thrown towards the cold abyss in the center of the mist, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea without the slightest hindrance, and it didn't even make the slightest movement, and it seemed to disappear into the mist.

Wrapped in mist, Han Yuan couldn't see anything clearly, and he couldn't hear any movement outside. This feeling made him a little uncomfortable, and he instinctively looked up, and then he was stunned.

The gray sky above his head exuded a disgusting sense of depression all the time, and he was all too familiar with it—wasn't this the medicine mountain he had lived in for twelve years?

Han Yuan was a little stunned for a while. Reason told him that there was nothing wrong with everything in front of him, after all, he had lived on this mountain since he could remember, and he had been doing the work of a medicine slave since he was a child, and of course there was nothing wrong with him on the medicine mountain. But somehow, there always seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him that something was wrong and that he shouldn't be here. However, when he wanted to stop and think about it, there was an inexplicable feeling that stopped him, as if he had forcibly forgotten something.

Why is he here? Or has he forgotten something?

If you don't understand, don't think about it for the time being, Han Yuan didn't insist on delving into it, and continued to take care of the herbs. The days passed plainly, and Grandpa was still the kind man in his memory, and the other medicine slaves also looked disgusted and jealous when they saw him, but for some reason Han Yuan always felt a strange sense of disobedience, which made him feel awkward.

Han Yuan stared closely at the beautiful red flowers in front of him, the bright red color was as bright as a scorching flame, and as if it was rich blood. He didn't blink a pair of eyes, just stared at the bright red in front of him, this red overlapped with a certain piece of red in his memory, and then expanded and extended infinitely in front of his eyes, and finally covered all the vision of the cold abyss!

It was as if a cluster of flames burned from the depths of his pupils, burning all over Han Yuan's body, and causing his sealed memories to return to his mind as quickly as ice thawed.

Blood-Burning Flame Flower ...... Han Hui, Poison Cave, Han Family,...... And finally, the Xuanyou Sect!

Han Yuan exhaled softly, his eyes had returned to clarity. Obviously, he fell into the illusion of the Xuanyou Sect's assessment. Dig out a person's general past through memory, in order to explore the origin of the disciple so as not to be mixed with the spies, this is also the assessment that the Xuanyou Sect has always had.

It's one thing to just understand, it's another to get out of this illusion. Han Yuan's brows furrowed slightly, and he looked around at the real scenery of the Medicine Mountain in front of him, and his face was a little ugly. What does it take to pass the assessment of this mental level and successfully leave this memory illusion?