Chapter 627 Boy

Before a group of talents flew to Shimen, the yellow-clothed monk's token glow dispersed, and the channel disappeared in an instant.

"follow up" After looking at a few people, he said indifferently.

Then he bounced with ten fingers, made complex fingerprints on his hands, and then suddenly turned around and raised his hands.

The two red and yellow thorns shot out of their hands and hit directly on the forbidden stone door.

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

The monk in yellow strode in without saying a word.

After the others looked at each other, they followed closely.

Han Li walked among the disciples without squint, but in fact, the divine consciousness scanned everything nearby.

This square channel seems to be directly cut out in the belly of the mountain. Not only are the four walls abnormally smooth, but every few steps taken, there must be some esoteric rune spells engraved on the wall.

Although he can't study them in detail for a while, these are by no means for decoration.

The passage was not long. After walking only about a hundred feet, everyone saw it and appeared in a neat stone hall.

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

In the middle of the stone hall, there is a several-foot-long cyan stone platform with ten noodles vertically engraved vertically and horizontally. It turned out to be a huge chessboard, with black and white chess pieces all over the board, which seemed to be the most critical point.

on both sides of the chessboard. An old man and a young man sat there with a black and white son in his hand. The old man is a man with a long face in brocade clothes, about fifties. The youngest is only seven or eight years old, with red lips and white teeth, like the reincarnation of a jade child.

"Uncle Lan! Why are you here?"

As soon as the monk Bai saw the boy, he suddenly called out, and then hurried forward to pay a big salute.

"Uncle Lan?"

The old man in gray and the middle-aged monk of Baiqiaoyuan. At first, I was stunned when I saw a strange boy here, but after hearing the name of the monk surnamed Bai. The look changed greatly. Looking at the boy's braids, bare feet and a golden ring on his hand, a rumored predecessor suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Despite Du Hui and Yushan An meet Elder Lan!" The two of them were shocked and hurriedly saluted without thinking.

"Get up. Didn't you see that Hu's nephew and I are going down to the key point? Don't make a sound. Let's wait until I finish playing this game of chess. The boy was obviously thin and tender, and his voice was tender, but his words were old-fashioned. It's a big look.

"It's up!" The monk Bai and other three Jiedan monks agreed without thinking, and then stood nearby with their hands down, not daring to have any dissatisfaction.

The long-faced old man who played chess with the boy showed a wry smile to the three of them, but did not say anything,

As for the monk in yellow, he has been standing behind the boy since he entered the stone hall. It looks like a disciple's gift.

Those young monks who followed up, when they heard that the three masters actually called the seven- or eight-year-old child in front of them the teacher, suddenly a burst of **.,

This name means that how could these disciples of the refining period not know that they immediately opened their eyes one by one and stared at the boy. The excitement in my heart is abnormal.

Han Li was shocked when he saw this boy. This is a real Yuanying early monk, will he appear here?

However, then he regained his composure.

Although he is not the opponent of the early monks of Yuanying now, it is not difficult to escape from the other party. Besides, when his opponent appeared here, he should not have come for him.

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

Finally. The boy and the old man with a long face fell for nearly a quarter of an hour. The old man with a long face pushed the chessboard and said respectfully.

"Senior Blue is good at chess. Disciple is not an opponent, I'm willing to bow down!"

When the boy heard this, there was a trace of joy on his face, but then his dark eyes flashed around and said suspiciously:

"Nephew Hu, you didn't mean to give in! I told you that you must not keep playing chess with me.

"How dare the younger generation coax the seniors? It is true that the senior's chess skills are far better than before." When the old man with a long face heard the words, his face seemed to be a little longer, and he hurriedly opened his mouth to distinguish.

"Hee hee, I also think chess has improved a lot compared with the past. It seems that there is no free competition with those chess masters in the secular world. When the boy heard the words, he smiled a little more.

"Okay. Put away the chess pieces. We're going to get the business done." The boy's smile suddenly stopped, and he said with a sharp turn.

Then he twisted his small body. He faced a monk who had been waiting for a long time, blinked his big black and white eyes a few times, and swept the faces of several Yudan monks one by one, and his eyes fell on the faces of Confucian students.

"Snephew, you have joined Gujianmen for several years." The boy asked slowly. He asked.

"The juniors have been introductory for more than a hundred years." The monk surnamed Bai was stunned when he heard the words and was a little puzzled, but he still replied honestly.

"For more than a hundred years! It's a little difficult for you." The strange color flashed on the boy's face and sighed.

"Uncle, what do you mean by that?" Qingpao Confucian changed his face slightly, but he immediately said with a strong smile.

"What does it mean? As a closed disciple of the Lord of the Haoran Pavilion, you have stayed in this gate for such years. Our ancient sword gate can't tolerate you, a great god. Have you ever thought about it? Let's take a look at your master. The boy stared at Confucianism and said in a cold voice.

When the Confucian surnamed Bai listened to Tongzi's words, his face turned pale.

The old man in gray and the middle-aged monk in Baiqiaoyuan beside him shot a stunned look in their eyes, and at the same time subconsciously left the monk Bai for a few steps.

"Bai Daoyou, is it true what Elder Lan said?" The middle-aged monk asked in disbelief.

The face of Confucian surnamed Bai turned red and white for a while, and he did not distinguish.

"Since the uncle has even checked the next calendar, it seems that it is useless for Bai to deny it. However, I won't let it go!" After looking ugly for a while, Confucian finally opened his mouth.

But as soon as the last word "catch" came out, the white light flashed on his body, and he shot back into the group of disciples behind him like a crossbow. As soon as he grabbed it, a white bare hand immediately went to one of them in the head.

It is Meng Di, a young man in black with a "nine spirit sword body"!

"What did you do?" The old man in gray and the middle-aged monk immediately roared, and there was also a flash of light on his body, as if they were helping each other, but they were obviously a step late.

Meng Di was also shocked. He raised his hand and released a wild sword spirit and cut it fiercely at his big hand.

But the cultivation of the two was too different. The sword spirit was cut to the bare hands and could not hurt it at all. On the contrary, it was crushed and shattered in a blink of an eye. Seeing that Meng Di was about to be captured by Confucian students, the monk surnamed Bai shook his body and fell to the ground.

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

The young man in black couldn't help standing still, at a loss.

"Hmm! You don't practice the 'too white gas hand' of this door. But you forgot, I'm not really here to play chess. The boy rubbed his little hand with no expression on his face and muttered.

Except for Han Li, no one in the stone hall saw how the boy took action and how to restrain Confucianism.

And Han Li narrowed his eyes at the Confucian students who fell to the ground, and then looked at the boy, and a strange color flashed on his face.

While Confucianism took action violently, he was surprised that a trace of light red silk thread flashed out from under the boy's foot. As a result, while the silk thread shot into the Confucian body, the other party immediately turned over and fell down.

At the beginning, he thought it was a magic weapon of flying needles, but he was stunned by the divine consciousness. The light red silk line contained a faint cold air, which turned out to be the sword spirit refined into silk.

This moved Han Lida!

He has also heard before that when the extremely smart sword practice reaches a certain level, he can turn the sword into silk at will and break all laws with one sword!

Now, he can see it with his own eyes. It's incredible to be able to cultivate sword spirit like this!

"Hu Shi's nephew, lock him in the trapped dragon cave, and he can't be killed for the time being. We old guys have something else to use him!" The boy tilted his slender neck and turned his face to the long-faced old man who had just played chess with him.

The old man with a long face was in his heart, and he said yes. A few steps later, as soon as he mentioned Confucianism, he entered through a side door of the stone hall and disappeared.

Seeing this situation, Han Li turned his eyes and glanced at Du Dong.

He seemed to look as usual, but with careful attention, his drooping hands unconsciously clenched into fists, which showed the tension in his heart.

Seeing this, Han Li smiled secretly and no longer cares about this person.

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