Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Chapter 260: Senior brothers meet, Han Li is shocked for the second time

"Let's refine the magic weapon first. As long as I have the 'Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword' in the Qingyuan Sword Technique, even if Senior Brother Yang's cultivation has reached the late stage of pill formation, there is no way I will be able to fight."

Han Li thought of the set of sword-shaped magic weapons and couldn't help but salivate. This sword was refined in a set. Once it is successfully refined, it will be extremely powerful and can sweep away monks of the same level.

However, finding suitable materials for refining magic weapons is a problem.

"You really need to think carefully about what kind of materials you should use to refine the magic weapon."

When Han Li was thinking secretly in the bedroom, his face suddenly changed, and he turned and walked out.

When he came to the gate of the cave that had been closed for many years and had not been opened, he saw at a glance that there were seven or eight transmission notes of different colors in the forbidden area in front of the cave, just like headless flies scurrying around.

Seeing this scene, Han Li raised his eyebrows, took out the restraining token, and uttered the word "Receive". Immediately, all the sound transmission symbols flew into his hands like an amnesty.

Han Li did not leave here, but checked one by one calmly.

Less than half of these transmission notes are congratulatory messages from the monks in the alchemy stage who live nearby. The other part is actually solicitation messages from several large and small organizations. Some are willing to use their seats as guest elders, while others are They used rare treasures as hiring fees, and one even offered a pair of stunning maids as a gift to recruit him.

Hearing these contents, Han Li secretly rolled his eyes.

Those monks in the alchemy stage returned the sound transmission talismans politely, while those from organizations of all sizes directly declined.

Han Li shook his head speechlessly, but Han Li had no interest in joining any organization.

Just as he was about to turn around and return to the cave, the next moment, Han Li felt like he was dead and his whole body became cold.

"Cough cough."

A coughing sound came from behind Han Li, and a majestic cultivation aura faintly escaped, making him freeze in place.

An expert in the Nascent Soul stage?

A thought flashed through Han Li's mind. His magic power shrank all over his body, his back was dripping with cold sweat, and his thoughts were racing.

"Junior Brother Han, don't panic."

A gentle and gentle male voice flowed into Han Li's ears.

Listening to that extremely familiar tone, Han Li's mind immediately froze for a moment, and his eyes suddenly widened, as if he had thought of something incredible.

Turning around suddenly, Han Li looked over in disbelief.

But he saw a handsome young man in black and brocade robes standing at the door of the cave, looking over from a distance.

The sword-shaped eyebrows, starry eyes, and majestic weapons are not his senior brother Yang Qian, so who is he?
After a while, Han Li realized what he was doing. He was horrified and dumbfounded. After confirming it over and over again, he hesitantly said:
"Senior Brother Yang?!"

Yang Qian nodded with a smile: "Junior Brother Han, I know you have some doubts, so let's talk about it after we enter the cave."

After a while.Inside the cave, Yang Qian and Han Li sat opposite each other.

Han Li was in a daze at this time, his thoughts were in chaos, and he just stared blankly at Yang Qian as he poured him a cup of spiritual tea, and the fragrance of the tea overflowed.

"Junior Brother Han, this is the 'Nine Mysterious Bitan Tea'. It not only tastes great and has endless aftertaste, but also has a certain auxiliary effect in breaking through the bottleneck in the middle stage of pill formation. It should be able to shorten the training time by two or three years. You are now The golden elixir has just been condensed and your cultivation is not yet stable. Try a cup first, and then take the rest after your cultivation is stable, the effect will be better."

Yang Qian explained while pouring tea, and casually pushed a small ink-colored jar in front of Han Li, which contained "Nine-Xuan Bitan Tea."

Han Li nodded numbly. Although he was very happy about the "Nine Mysterious Bitan Tea" that could help break through the bottleneck of the mid-stage pill formation, he still had an unreal feeling after repeatedly confirming Yang Qian's cultivation level.

"Senior Brother Yang, have you really reached the Nascent Soul stage?" Han Li struggled for a while, still a little unbelievable.

"That's right, a few years ago, I was lucky enough to successfully condense the Nascent Soul, and my cultivation has improved greatly since then." Yang Qian smiled and said lightly, as if it was not difficult to advance to the Nascent Soul.

Hearing this, Han Li's heart twitched suddenly, his mouth went dry, and he stuttered, "Senior Brother Yang, remember, you don't seem to be much older than me."

Yang Qian touched his chin with a slight hesitation and responded: "Well, the two of us had a conversation about age when we first met in Qixuanmen. My brother is exactly one year older than you."

This, how is this possible!

Han Li was so surprised that he could hardly open his mouth from ear to ear. Senior Brother Yang was only one year older than him!
Then, isn’t he only 127 years old now?
But the other party has already entered the early stage of Nascent Soul!

A 120-year-old early Yuanying monk?
"Senior Brother Yang, with your cultivation speed, if you look at the entire human world, you probably won't be able to find anyone who can do this, right?"

Having said this, Han Li smiled bitterly and almost felt a little bad!
Although he has poor spiritual qualifications, he thinks he owns the little green bottle and almost eats the elixirs for improving his magic power as jelly beans. However, when it comes to the speed of cultivation, he is still far behind Yang Qian, which makes him feel proud. Not quite a real feeling.

"Junior Brother Han, thanks to some opportunities, my cultivation speed is indeed a little faster. However, in the entire human world, there are still many geniuses in history who can compare with me. In Tiannan alone, there are several ancient monks who once claimed the power of 200 years. The time has exceeded the early stage of Yuanying. As for the holy land of cultivation in the human world, the Great Jin Empire, there are even rumors that there are geniuses who practice faster. Generally speaking, my brother's cultivation speed is only 'slightly faster' That's all." Yang Qian explained lightly.

Han Li's eyes twitched when he heard this. Although he didn't agree with Yang Gan's "slightly faster", he couldn't ask anything at the moment.

However, Han Li caught a few of the words.

"The Jin Empire?" Han Li looked surprised and asked, "Senior Brother Yang, have you ever been to the Holy Land of Cultivation in the Jin Empire?"

Yang Qian smiled slightly and said: "Junior brother guessed it right. I traveled around and finally came to the Jin Empire. The territory there is vast, far more than ten times that of Tiannan, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful and vast. In one of them The state capital is one of the ten major sects."

Yang Qian began to talk softly, as if his past experiences in the Jin Empire were true.

Whether it was the ten major sects, the imperial family of the Jin Dynasty, or the four major casual cultivators, they all seemed to jump before Han Li's eyes one by one, as if they were experiencing it personally, which made Han Li yearn for it.

As Yang Qian's story deepened, the glory of the Jin Empire gradually took root in Han Li's heart.

An indescribable impulse surged in Han Li's heart. He longed to go to that magical country in person and experience the grand practice there.

(End of this chapter)