A few days passed in a hurry, Han Shi let out a sigh of relief and opened his eyes, and at this moment, the black-faced man on the opposite Jinshan also opened his eyes at the same time, nodded slightly at Han Shi.

"Old man Nangong Jiuyun, I don't know what Xiaoyou is called?"

"In Xia Han Shi, I don't know what advice does the predecessor have?" Han Shi's face was calm, and he arched his hand slightly, and he also used the technique of transmitting sound into the secret.

"Han Shi Xiaoyou, you and I have strayed into this place, now the situation must be clear to you, although the old man has a smart cultivation, but he is not stronger than the black dragon, this person is strong, the old man usually only sees it, and the two of you and I are only in the palm of our hands.

If you can't find the token, you and I will inevitably become a member of the White Bone Mountain, but if you want to find the token in this hall, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack, there is almost no possibility of success, I can't imagine that the old man has been cultivating for thousands of years, and today he will die here, I have a thing, which is the ancestral thing of my Nangong family, if Xiaoyou is lucky to leave this place, I hope Xiaoyou will send this thing back to Nangong's house, my ancestor sees this thing, there will be a heavy gift to Xiaoyou, if Xiaoyou and I generally sleep here, then this matter is stopped, and I hope that Xiaoyou will complete his wish for a dying person。 ”

"The old man died before meeting a little friend is fate, many years ago the old man had a pot, this pot has several seals, the old man just opened a is already extraordinary, if the seal is completely lifted, the power of this pot old man can not imagine, today the old man will give this pot to the little friend, to show sincerity. ”

After that, Nangong Jiuyun patted the storage bag, a small pot slowly flew out of it, suspended in the air and restrained, although the body of the pot is small, there are many characters engraved on it like nature, this character style has something in common with the stone inscription, but it is not the same, the small pot has no handle, there is only one spout, it is sealed by a lid, and there is no breath leaking out of Zhou's body, just like a mortal product.

Nangong Jiuyun's right palm was sent slightly, and the body of the pot slowly floated towards Han Shi, "This pot is nameless, but the old man has observed for many years, and there is already spirituality in the pot, I hope that Han Shi Xiaoyou can treat this pot well in the future." ”

Nangong Jiuyun's voice was flat, but there was a sense of reluctance in it, "The old man has erased the imprint of essence blood, this pot is an ownerless thing, and Xiaoyou can control this pot by dripping his own essence blood." ”

The small pot floated in front of Han Shi, who looked at the body of the pot with a calm face.

At that time, on the nineteenth peak, I saw this person manipulating the small pot and playing a trick with the yellow finch behind.

This person is scheming, it is by no means what appears on the surface now, there must be a mystery in this pot that he can't see, and the current situation, the wolf and the tiger, one wrong step, will be doomed.

This pot, I can't refuse, I don't want to refuse, no matter what conspiracy this person has, in the face of absolute strength, there will be nothing to hide, no matter how strong this small pot is, it can't be stronger than Gray Stone.

Now, once again, it's time to use the power of greystone.

Now he is like an eagle that has not yet spread his wings, so he has to lie dormant and silently accumulate strength, waiting for the day when he soars into the sky.

And this person's scheming was in vain, Han Shi sneered in his heart, but his face was still calm, and from the outside, there was no trace of waves in his eyes, and he looked extremely calm.

"This pot is extremely valuable, the predecessors dare not resign, but I am afraid that there is no such good luck in the next, if it is also buried here, I hope that the predecessors will not blame the dishonesty under the nine springs. ”

Nangong Jiuyun smiled indifferently, with a wave of his big sleeves, a white light shot towards Han Shi, and when he approached Han Shi, he slowly stopped, the white light dissipated, and a painting scroll was suspended in the air, revealing a hazy light.

"This is the ancestral thing of my Nangong family, there is no magic in this painting, for the monks, it can be described as chicken ribs, I believe that Xiaoyou will not be greedy for this thing, but this painting is handed down by the ancestors of the Nangong family, the mystery of which will only be useful to the people of the Nangong family, if Xiaoyou escapes, please send this painting back to the Nangong family, Nangong Jiuyun thanked him first. ”