Volume One, Traveling East

　　 Chapter 103 Blocking the Way

Fortunately, Han Ming did not go deep into the mountains, but found a cave on the periphery to break through the realm. So after a short period of time, he went on the nearest official road, and then headed in one direction along the official road. .

Although there are some detours now, Han Ming is still heading towards the Shengxing Mountain Range in general. After all, he plans to find the high-mana cultivators in the Immortal Gate of the Shengxing Mountain Range in case the silver needle renewal method does not work. Try it out.

　　 If you really need to request those cultivators at that time, he will have to renew the meridians after he has put only a few magical artifacts on his body.

　　 But Han Ming faintly felt that the ancestor who gave him the golden lock should be a very powerful cultivator. If he could find his fairy ancestor, then things would be a bit simpler.

As for why the ancestor who gave him the golden lock was very powerful, it was because there was indeed a fairy in the legend of the Han Ming family, and that fairy was a person more than a thousand years ago. If these two fairy ancestors were For the same person, then this ancestor is a bit scary.

According to Guangling Sanren’s handwritten notes, the qi training period is only more than 100 years old, and after the foundation is built, it’s only more than 200 years old. The golden core cultivator can reach four or five hundred years old, and Yuan Ying The immortal cultivators of the period not only have the ability to overturn the mountains and the sea, their lifespan has also risen to more than a thousand years. As for the legendary lifespan of the god-transformation realm, the Guangling scattered people bluntly say that they don’t know at all, it may be. Two thousand years old, it is also possible to have an endless life.

The cultivators in the transformation stage have the ability to live in harmony with the sky. The people in Guangling don’t know and don’t bother to understand. This is too far away from him. Even the people in Guangling suspect that they live in this large area called Dibei. Has there ever been a cultivator of the gods on the ground!

After Han Ming learned of the immortal cultivator’s life, he almost did not close his mouth in surprise. If the ancestor who gave him the golden lock was really the fairy ancestor from the family legend, then the fairy ancestor would be very terrifying. Calculating the time, this fairy ancestor has lived for a thousand or hundreds of years.

While Han Ming figured out how to go in the future, he took the reins and drove the horse under him forward. He didn't dare to ride too fast. If the silver needle in his body was upset, he would have no place to cry. go.

　　 Han Ming raised his head and looked at the empty official road. He couldn't help but feel a little depressed. After walking for almost a whole day, he couldn't even see the figure! Is it still official here?

When Han Ming regained his gaze, he caught a glimpse of the clumps of green grass on the side of the road. At first he didn't pay attention, and he drove past by the side, but then he twisted the reins as if thinking of something. Spare back.

　　 Han Ming got off the horse gently, then walked slowly to the edge of the grass, then squatted down, picked a plant of this kind of grass and put it in his mouth and smelled it.

　　 "It's really a thousand-faced grass!" A hint of joy flashed in Han Ming's eyes, and he murmured casually.

　　 Han Ming picked all these grasses clean, then gently mashed the grasses, and mixed them with some weird things on the side to make a dim yellow liquid.

Han Ming took out the **** gourd from his arms, and then used the faint yellow liquid to paint the **** gourd thoroughly. After applying the **** gourd, Han Ming took out the silver hook-shaped magic artifact and used the faint yellow The liquid was applied thoroughly.

　　 Finally, Han Ming took out the animal skin again, and after looking left and right, he still resisted the urge to apply the liquid.

After thinking about it, Han Ming took the animal skin into his arms, and then casually threw the liquid aside, then he slowly got on the horse, and continued to move in one direction along the official road, and at the same time he was in his heart. Muttering, it's better to meet some people soon, because now the effect of the medicine he applied to his chest is faster than that.

About half an hour later, the liquid that Han Ming applied to the blood evil gourd has dried up. The blood red color of the blood evil gourd was completely concealed by the yellow spots on the surface. Where can I still see the appearance of the previous magical artifacts? It's just an ordinary dry gourd, not conspicuous at all.

　　 As for the silver hook, even though it changed its color, it still couldn't conceal its iron-like nature. After thinking about it, Han Ming tied it to his thigh and no longer held it in his arms.

Now he can’t use mana, the **** gourd is useless, it’s better to make the color low-key, and although the hook is shaved like mud, even if there is no mana, it is of great use, but it is easy to attract other people’s coveting. , If these two artifacts were lost, he was afraid that he would regret it and die.

　　 As for the animal skin artifact, Han Ming thought about it, but still thinks it's better to keep the original color, because it is so ordinary in itself that it doesn't look like a precious thing at all. If you add color to it, it will have a taste that you want to cover.

　　 After thinking about it carefully, Han Ming stuffed the animal skin into the mezzanine of the boots. After doing all this, he was a little relieved. Now his strength has dropped so much that he can't protect these magical weapons at all.

　　 At this time, Han Ming frowned unconsciously. He always felt as if he had forgotten something. After thinking about it, it seemed that he hadn't. It really troubled him for a quarter of an hour. The last strand of falling long hair dangled in front of him, and Han Ming suddenly remembered what he had forgotten.

Han Ming raised his hand and pulled out the hairpin on his head. He took it and saw it before his eyes. The whole hairpin was dark black, clearly woody, but it had a jade-like coldness, like a piece. It is carved from black jade, and the tip of the hairpin is carved with a weird beast head, which looks like a sheep and a deer.

　　 To tell the truth, this hairpin is very attractive. Although it is not a priceless thing at first glance, people with a discerning eye can still tell that it should not be an ordinary hairpin.

Han Ming took out a dagger from his waist. He was not trying to fix the shape of the hairpin, but he was going to find a piece of wood at hand, and then carve another hairpin instead of this extraordinary hairpin. As for this For the time being, the hairpin, which is rooted as jade, stayed in the cloth belt of his waist.

This hairpin is not to be missed, because there is still Han Ming’s first ghost pet, Chun'er. Five years ago, Chun'er was injured by a blood-robed man who helped him do things, and she has been hiding in it shortly thereafter. In the hairpin, Han Ming refused to come out no matter how much Han Ming called.

Han Ming didn’t think it was his master’s words that didn’t work anymore, but guessed that Chun'er might have fallen asleep. He didn't hear his call, otherwise it would be impossible not to come out, because the spirit beam technique still existed between them, Chun'er. It is impossible to go against his will.

After re-examining his whole body, Han Ming was completely relieved after he was convinced that there was nothing conspicuous, and silently took the reins to make the sitting horse go faster, of course, to ensure that the silver needles in his body would not be beaten. Under the premise of chaos.

After walking along the official road for nearly a hundred miles, Han Ming didn’t see anyone. This really left him speechless for a long time. Now Han Ming regrets it. Originally, he had a lot of healing medicines on him, but he was caught up recently. I took it indiscriminately, but it didn't play any important role. If it is put now, he can use it for nearly a month.

　　 After Han Ming had no hope of the people who had met him, a dozen people on fast horses rushed up from behind him, which suddenly surprised him. He can't use his mana now, but his five senses are still very good, and he can clearly see the clothes and faces of these dozen people from a distance.

　　 These dozens of people are dressed in uniform and strong uniforms, with a standard long sword tied around their waists, and dozens of feather arrows with yellow shafts are behind them. There is also a strong bow of arm length hanging from the belly of each horse.

　　 Han Ming was overjoyed when he saw these people dressing up. 80% of these people had healing medicine, and at a glance, he felt that the dozen or so people were not murderous and brutal people, and they probably wouldn't be robbers, horse thief and the like.

　　 Han Ming touched his nose, pulled the horse's rein hard, and pulled the horse to the middle of the road. It seemed that he was about to block the dozen people.

Seeing these dozen people getting closer and closer, Han Ming's mouth curled slightly, and a handful of powder was sprinkled silently in his hand. There was a layer of poisonous miasma inside the cloth. Although these people weren't like murderous people, Han Ming wouldn't put his life in the hands of others, and it would make him feel more at ease by holding everything in his hands.

　　Han Ming planned that if the dozen or so people performed something unfavorable to him, he would directly drive the poison to kill these people, and then search for useful things on them. If these more than a dozen people are considered half good people, then he will use another gentler method to get what he wants.

After Han Mingbu became venomous, the dozen or so powerful men had arrived at a distance of seven or eight feet away from Han Ming. They stopped the horses, and some of them decisively pulled out the long swords that were placed around their waists. A powerfully dressed man grabbed the bow of the horse's abdomen, and then skillfully drew a feather arrow from the back, bent the bow and pointed the arrow at Han Ming, tending to shoot Han Ming into a sieve if he didn't agree with him.

　　 "Who are you, why are you blocking my way?" a headed man with strong costume asked loudly.

"The kid is a doctor you Fang. Not long ago, he followed his master to collect medicine in the deep mountains, but he ran into a big insect. The master was killed in a tiger's mouth. I ran for my life in a panic and fell off the cliff. Fortunately, I was caught by a crooked neck tree. , All the bags and luggage on my body were lost, only the horse tied outside the mountain. Although I fell down the cliff and didn’t die, I suffered a lot of internal injuries. Some life-saving healing medicine." Han Ming told the pre-made story without changing his face, without any pressure to lie at all.

"Need healing medicine? We don't have it. You can ask someone else to borrow it. We have to hurry up if we are in a hurry. You should let the road go and let us leave." The headed man with strong pretence frowned, and then he didn't hesitate. Said.