"Take me to find her."

Xiao Hanyu's words were as precious as gold.

Xiaolu raised her claws with difficulty, stroked the newly grown white petals and yellow stamens on her head, and replied in a tangled manner:

“Can’t get out.”

Xiao Hanyu, who had just put on a cool and waiting for teleportation, immediately broke his skills and scolded fiercely:

“What does it mean to not get out?

"Then how did they get out?"

The stems of the small flower grow longer and longer, and the small green grabs the flower into its small claws.

There was no expression on the fat face, and the voice was faint:

"Just not get out."

As he finished speaking, a huge suction force sucked a person and a beast into a place where his hands were unable to see his five fingers.

"Young man, I have been watching you for a long time!"

An illusory sound came from all directions, like a demonic sound reaching the soul.

There are generally two types of existence in the secret realm: one is the mysterious space formed naturally, and the other is the different space formed artificially.

The former is a very dangerous place. It depends entirely on your ability. Maybe you can find many treasures of heaven and earth.

The latter hides the opportunities left by someone, and must pass the test to obtain them.

Xiao Hanyu fell into the latter.

The cold pool is composed of Xuan Zhen Water. It was the opportunity that the owner of this space had obtained in his early years. He thought that when his soul and soul were dispersed, he could not wait for the person who inherited his legacy, but he did not expect that he would wait for this day.

However, there was a woman around this kid before, and the woman's soul was stronger than his heyday, so she never dared to show up.

OK, the woman is gone.

This good seedling belongs to him!

"Young man, I have a great opportunity to give you. I don't know what to do?"

The light suddenly rose, illuminating countless treasures on both sides of the Ninglong passage.

Xiao Hanyu's eyes were slightly stern, and he stood there without distraction.

He had seen the power of evil cultivators in Xuantian Cave Palace, and he wanted to induce him from now on. What is it that he is not an evil demon heretic?

Xuantian Sanren was even more excited. Look at this young man, he was born with a talented person and could stay in Xuanzhen Water until the maximum time limit. Now he looked at these treasures without any wavering.

What a seedling, what a seedling!

Wouldn't such a boy be his loss if he doesn't use it to inherit his legacy?

Xuantian Sanren was worried that Xuanyuan Qingshuang would come back. If this young man came back without practicing his skills, it would cause the space to collapse, which would be more than worth the loss!

No, you have to hurry up!

So he decided to omit the test steps and directly instruct Xiao Hanyu.

"Young man, you're optimistic!"

Xiao Hanyu turned his head and wanted to run away. The last time the evil cultivator wanted to force his martial arts!

Unfortunately, this space is controlled by Xuantian Sanren. Even though he is dead, he can easily catch Xiao Hanyu, a cub who has reshaped his meridians with just one divine thought. He has no cultivation.

Countless starlight surged from the end of the corridor and sank into Xiao Hanyu's body, pulling him into a world where chaos had just begun to open and vast starry seas.

In this way, Xiao Hanyu was forced, angry, and reluctantly watched "The Chaos Returning Yuan Jue" and was engraved into his sea of ​​consciousness.

The original plan to pass on the skills was to pour the entire mental formula into the disciple's mind. However, in order to hurry up, Xuantian Sanren did not want to miss this good Miaomiao, and engrave the mental method and his own perception in the way of spiritual thoughts.

Xiao Hanyu's sea of ​​consciousness.

Although his soul became weaker after teaching the martial arts in this way, he was very happy.

"Young man, I tell you that this is a divine level martial art. You must practice hard and don't let me down!"

The techniques of exercises are generally divided into the Xuanhuang of Heaven and Earth, and are available in the library of major forces.

However, at the Immortal level or above, only a few disciples can practice, and they are not external existences.

As for the god level, even if any monk gets this huge opportunity, he will practice quietly in order to prevent the competition from major forces.

Who told whom?

Xuantian Sanren's voice became more and more illusory, but the proud tone still created the image of a naughty boy in front of people.

"Boy, you are lucky and you have met me!

"Actually, I was lucky enough to get this technique!

"You should practice quickly and ask directly while I am still there!"

Xiao Hanyu is in a complicated mood: Is this person really not an evil cultivator or a demon cultivator?

Xiao Hanyu held a face and sat there without practicing.

I hate being forced the most in my life.

Of course, Master and him were both angry, cough, it didn't count.

"Who are you?"

Xiao Hanyu sat cross-legged and asked coldly.

He doesn't practice, but he can check what the origin of this person is!

Xuantian Sanren kept paying attention to the entrance. Seeing that Xiao Hanyu was not up to the point, he was so anxious that he lost his beard.

The shallow soul body circled around the boy, flowing like a window screen.

"I said, you kid, are you too ignorant? This is a god-level martial art, a god-level martial art! Do you know what god-level martial arts are?

"Meeting me is your luck in eight lifetimes!"

Xiao Hanyu snorted coldly, his luck had been used to meet someone.

“I don’t need your luck.

"Since it is a divine level martial art, then I kindly ask you, have you, who has such a good martial art, ascended through the tribulation?"

Xuantian San is full of popularity. Oh, why is this dead child so annoying to speak?

If he ascended through the tribulation, why would he still be here?

"I am not talented, and a monk from the fusion realm has suppressed... I was so angry that I accidentally died.

"Hey, how about it, are you guys excited?"

Xiao Hanyu asked again:

"When did you become a god, and how old were you when you died?"

He was more resentful that his master practiced was simpler than drinking water. He wanted to know if there was anyone in this world who was more powerful than her?

Xuantian Sanren floated up and flew back and forth in the sea of ​​stars, and cursed angrily:

"The monks can't ask about their age! The life span of the fusion realm is nearly ten thousand years. Which normal person will remember when he died?"

The illusory figure stopped beside Xiao Hanyu, with one hand behind him, his eyes drifted away, and he made a memory gesture.

"But you said that you transform into a god... It seems that you may be about one or two hundred years old? At that time, which girl from mainland China didn't know the name of my Xuantian Sanren?

"The man on the road is like jade, and the young master Shi Wushuang is just me!

"Tsk tsk, those girls are crazy. When I turned my head, the clothes I hung on the rack were stolen from my face towel!"

Xiao Hanyu extracted the key points, this guy turned into a god in his life in his 100s!

He lowered his eyes and sighed, looking quite regretful:

"This talent is far inferior to my master.

"It seems that your god-level martial arts are fake."

How could Xuantian Sanren hear someone saying bad things about "The Chaos Rewarding Yuan Jue"? It was obviously a great skill, and immediately refute:

“It’s true!”

"Oh," Xiao Hanyu didn't care and responded indifferently, "that's why your talent is too poor."

"I have one of my talents in a thousand!

"You said your master, who is that little girl? You can't be that little girl?"

Xiao Hanyu tried hard to think about which little girl, but then he thought that the decades-old master was indeed a little girl in front of the old man who had lived for thousands or ten thousand years.

He nodded as if he was good:

"What's wrong with my master?"

Xuantian Sanren sat down next to the boy, supporting his jaw with one hand, contemplating.
To be continued...