The group flew in front of the stone gate, and the yellow-clothed monk's token dissipated, and the passage disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Okay," the man said indifferently after glancing at a few people.

Then his fingers flicked and his hands formed intricate handprints, and then he turned sharply and raised his hands.

The red and yellow thorns shot out of their hands and hit directly on the stone gate covered with prohibitions.

Suddenly, the originally closed cyan gate, the runes flashed one by one. In a low humming sound. The door slowly opened, revealing a long square passage inside.

The yellow-clothed monk strode in without saying a word.

The others glanced at each other and followed.

Han Li walked among the disciples, his eyes not squinting, but in fact his divine sense scanned everything nearby.

This square passage seems to have been carved out of the mountain's belly directly with a magic weapon, and not only are the four walls unusually smooth, but every few steps, the walls must be engraved with some profound spells.

Although he could not study them in detail for a while, he also knew that these things were not meant to be used for decoration.

The passage is not long, only about 100 zhang walked, and everyone saw it and appeared in a neat stone hall.

This hall is about fifty or sixty zhang wide, about seven or eight zhang high, which is not small.

In the middle of the stone hall, there is a cyan stone platform several feet large, and the vertical carvings of ten noodles are criss-crossed, which is actually a huge chessboard, with black and white chess pieces all over the board, which seems to have reached the most critical point.

On either side of the chessboard, an old man and a young man sat holding a black and white child board. The old one is a long-faced old man dressed in brocade. He looks like he is in his fifties. The young ones are only seven or eight years old, with red lips and white teeth, like the reincarnation of a jade boy.

"Uncle Lan, why are you here?"

When the monk surnamed Bai saw the boy, he suddenly cried out. Then he hurriedly stepped forward to pay respects.

"Uncle Lan?"

The gray-clothed old man and the middle-aged monk of Baiqiao Courtyard were stunned at first when they saw a strange boy here, but when they heard the title of the monk surnamed Bai, their expressions changed greatly. Looking at the appearance of the boy with braids and bare feet and a gold ring in his hand, a rumored senior figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Juniors Du Hui and Yushan An meet Senior Lan!" The two of them were shocked in their hearts, and hurriedly saluted without thinking.

"Get up. Don't you see that Master Hu and I are playing to the key point! Don't make a sound, I'll talk about it after I finish this game of chess. "The boy has fine skin and tender meat. The voice is immature, but the words spoken are old-fashioned and big-looking.

"Obey!" The three monks surnamed Bai and the other three monks agreed without thinking, and then stood nearby, not daring to show any dissatisfaction.

The long-faced old man who played chess with the boy showed a wry smile at the three of them, but he didn't say anything.

As for the yellow-clothed monk since he entered the stone hall. He stood behind the boy in a proper manner, looking like he was holding the courtesy of a disciple.

The young monks who followed. Hearing that these three masters actually called the seven or eight-year-old children in front of them as their uncles, there was a commotion. 、

What does this title mean, how could they, the disciples of the Qi Refining Period, not know, and immediately opened their eyes one by one. stared at the boy deadly, and his heart was stirring.

The moment Han Li saw this boy, his heart was also shocked. This is a real early Yuan Infant monk, how could he be here?

However, he then regained his composure.

Now, although he is not the opponent of the early Yuan Infant Cultivator, it is not difficult to escape from the other party. Besides, he believed that the other party was here. It shouldn't have come for him.

Therefore, Han Li's face remained unchanged on the surface. In his heart, he silently thought about what changes the other party's appearance would bring to his plan.

Ultimately. After the boy and the long-faced old man had played for nearly a quarter of an hour, the long-faced old man pushed the chessboard and said respectfully.

"Senior Lan's chess skills are superb, the disciple is not an opponent, and he is willing to bow down!"

When the boy heard this, his face showed a hint of joy, but then his dark eyes rolled and he said suspiciously:

"Master Hu, you didn't have the intention to give in! My old man can tell you that you must not leave your hands behind when playing chess with me. ”

"How dare the juniors coax the seniors, it is the seniors who are indeed far better than the past. When the long-faced old man heard this, his face seemed to be a little longer, and he hurriedly spoke.

"Hee-hee, I also think that my chess skills have improved a lot compared to before. It seems that there is no competition in vain with those chess masters in the secular world. When the boy heard this, his smile became a little more.

"Alright. Put away the pieces. We're going to get down to business. The boy's smile suddenly ended, and he said sharply.

Then with a slight twist of his body, he faced the monks who had been waiting for a long time, blinked a few times, and swept over the faces of several monks in the Yudan period, and his eyes fell on the faces of Confucian scholars.

"Senior Nephew Bai, it's been a few years since you joined the Ancient Sword Sect. The boy asked slowly.

"The younger generation has been getting started for more than 100 years. The monk surnamed Bai was stunned when he heard this, and was a little puzzled, but he still replied honestly.

"More than 100 years! It's a bit hard for you. A different color flashed on the boy's face, and he sighed lightly.

"Uncle Shi, what do you mean by that?" the blue-robed Confucian Sheng's face changed slightly, but he immediately said with a forced smile.

"What do you mean, Your Excellency is a closed disciple of the Righteous Path Haoran Pavilion Master, but you have been in this sect for such years, our Ancient Sword Sect can't accommodate you as a great god. Have you ever thought about going back and seeing the Lingshi? The boy stared at Confucius and said in a cold voice.

When the Confucian surnamed Bai heard the boy's words, his face turned pale and pale.

The gray-clothed old man and the middle-aged monk of Baiqiao Courtyard on the side shot a stunned look in their eyes, and at the same time subconsciously left the monk surnamed Bai a few steps.

"Bai Daoyou, what Senior Lan said is true?" the middle-aged monk asked in disbelief.

The Confucian surnamed Bai had a red face and a white face, and he didn't distinguish anything.

"Since Uncle Shi has even checked it out in the next calendar, it seems that it is useless for Bai to deny it. However, I won't be caught in the next place!" After looking ugly for a while, Confucius finally spoke.

But as soon as the last word "capture" came out, the white light on his body flashed, and the person shot backwards into the group of disciples behind him like a crossbow arrow, and as soon as he grabbed it, a white bare hand immediately went towards one of them.

It was the black-clothed young man Meng Di with the "Nine Spirit Sword Body"!

"What are you doing?" the gray-clothed old man and the middle-aged monk immediately roared angrily, and their bodies also flashed with brilliance, looking like they had come to the rescue, but they were obviously a step late.

Meng Di was also shocked, and when he raised his hand, he released a sword qi and slashed at the big hand.

But the difference between the two cultivation is too great, and the sword qi slashing into the bare hand can't hurt it in the slightest, but it is crushed and broken in a blink of an eye, seeing that Meng Di is about to be captured by Confucianism, the monk surnamed Bai shook his body and fell to the ground suddenly.

The bare hand immediately turned into a ball of luminous light and disappeared without a trace.

The young man in black couldn't help but stand in place in a daze, at a loss.

"Hmph! You have cultivated too white qi in your own sect, but it is not bad. But you forget, my old man didn't really come here to play chess. The boy rubbed his little hands expressionlessly and muttered in his mouth.

Except for Han Li in the stone hall, no one could see how this boy made a move and how he restrained the Confucian students.

Han Li's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the Confucian who had fallen to the ground, and then at the boy, a strange look flashed across his face.

At the same time that Confucius made a violent move, he was surprised to find that a trace of pale red silk thread flashed out from under the boy's feet, and as a result, when this silk thread shot into Confucian Sheng's body, the other party immediately turned over and fell.

At first, he thought that this was some kind of flying needle-type yin damage magic weapon, but after sweeping his divine sense, he was shocked to find that this pale red silk thread contained a cold aura that was like nothing, and it was actually sword qi that was refined into silk.

This made Han Li greatly moved!

He had heard before that if he cultivated to a certain level, he could turn his sword into silk at will, and he could break ten thousand laws with one sword!

Now, he was able to see it with his own eyes. It was an incredible thing to be able to cultivate sword qi like this!

"Master Hu's nephew, lock him up in the trapped dragon cave, and people can't kill him for the time being. We old fellows, we have to use him for something else!" the boy tilted his slender neck and turned his face to the long-faced old man who had just played chess with him.

The long-faced old man felt a pang in his heart, and said yes in his mouth. After a few steps, he mentioned Confucianism, entered through a side door in the stone hall, and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this, Han Li glanced at Na Du Dong with a flicker of his gaze.

I saw that he seemed to look as usual, but after careful attention, he found that his drooping hands were unconsciously clenched into fists, which showed the tension in his heart.

Seeing this, Han Li secretly smiled slightly, and stopped caring about this person.