"What?" Han Ming frowned. Mussolini had only been in Canghe for a day. Why did he fall in love with that silly girl Han Bing?
He must have heard about his close relationship with Han Bing, and he came here specifically to invite him out of consideration for his own face.
"Haha, I was deeply attracted by Miss Han Bing's clear eyes after just one glance.
So I immediately mentioned this matter to my mentor, Patriarch Kasyapa, and my mentor found Master Xuanji, and Master Xuanji also agreed." Mussolini smiled faintly.
Han Ming's heart suddenly sank![
This thing is a little weird. In terms of talent and potential, this silly girl Han Bing is several times higher than herself.
Whether it is to train excellent disciples or to use Han Bing as a reserve for the second test subject, the mysterious old monster should not let Han Bing go.
But something like this suddenly happened today. What on earth was the old monster thinking?
With this doubt in my mind, I went with Mussolini.
At this time, Senior Brother Yingjun, several other senior brothers, and Han Bing were already in front of Patriarch Xuanji and Patriarch Kasyapa.
According to Han Ming's past status, he should be among these people, but he was not. Just now, Han Ming was still hanging out with many disciples, and he seemed to have fallen out of favor.
Han Ming once again had a bad premonition in his heart. Could it be that this mysterious old monster noticed that my strength had improved too quickly and was planning to get rid of me?
"Good disciple, I have something happy to tell you."
Ancestor Xuanji still smiled lovingly at Han Ming as before, but there was something else in this smile.
"Master," Han Ming greeted respectfully.
"My teacher knows that you and Han Bing are like brothers and sisters, and even asked this girl to change her name to yours, so I informed you.
Mussolini’s nephew has already told you, I promised to betroth Han Bing to him."
Ancestor Xuanji chuckled, but was paying attention to Han Ming's expression.
Han Ming nodded lightly: "The male students should get married, and the female students should get married. There is nothing wrong with this. As long as Han Bing is willing, I have nothing to say."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked!
Patriarch Xuanji's face immediately drooped. Patriarch Kasyapa and Mussolini looked at Han Ming again, and their eyes began to become cold.
Han Ming's words were clearly a slap in the face of the ancestor of Xuanji in public.
As long as Han Bing is willing, he has nothing to say. Does that mean that if Han Bing is not willing, he will resist to the end?
Senior Brother Yingjun was also very anxious and hurriedly grabbed Han Ming, trying to drag him away [
"Yingkai, stand aside!" Ancestor Xuanji shouted with a cold face.
Yingjun said hurriedly: "Master, Han Er is young, and..."
"Shut up!"
"Master, don't be as knowledgeable as him, he is still young..."
Snap!
Yingjun was about to plead for Han Ming again, but he was slapped by the ancestor Xuanji and flew away. He spurted out a large mouthful of blood and could not get up again.
Han Ming watched coldly, but didn't say much. Instead, he walked over slowly and helped Yingjun up.
"Brother, are you okay?"
Yingjun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Brother-in-law! Don't be impulsive."
The handsome senior brother's lips moved quickly: "Be careful with that Mussolini boy. He is good at the art of dual cultivation. The master betrothed Han Bing to him. Maybe he wanted the two of them to practice the secret of spontaneous combustion together. I haven't seen the secret of spontaneous combustion.
Yes, I don’t know what it is
But the art of dual cultivation actually means that two people complement each other, but in the end it will cause great harm to the woman. But don’t be impulsive, lest you incur a fatal disaster."
Yingjun already knew through Patriarch Xuanji’s decision that Patriarch Xuanji was going to give up on Han Ming and train Han Bing instead.
These two practices may be more beneficial for practicing the secrets of spontaneous combustion.
When Han Ming heard Yingjun's whispered warning, he already understood in his heart
Han Ming smiled: "Senior brother, don't worry, I know it well."
Saying that, he slowly walked back to his original position.
Mussolini smiled lightly and said: "Junior Brother Han, I know that you have always been favored by Uncle Xuanji, but you must recognize your identity clearly. Don't be clever but be misled by your cleverness."
"Thank you, Brother Mussolini, for your concern. I'm fine," Han Ming said lightly.
Then he turned to look at Han Bing: "Girl, do you agree with this?"
"Bastard! Han Er! Don't be too presumptuous!" Ancestor Xuanji suddenly stood up and was about to kill Han Ming.
Han Bing looked at Han Ming, then at Xuanji Ancestor, and nodded: "I agree."
"Well, since you agree, I can say something."[
"Haha, Junior Sister Han Bing, from now on you and I will be the closest people," Mussolini laughed.
Ancestor Xuanji took a deep breath and sat down again: "Han Er, you don't need to participate in this competition. Go to the underground palace to reflect for twenty years. You are not allowed to go out without my instructions, otherwise I will kill you."
"Yes" Han Ming nodded and made a gesture towards Yingjun, meaning you should stop begging for me, I'm fine.
Yingjun opened his mouth, but after all he didn't say anything. It was better to be imprisoned for twenty years than to be killed.
The underground palace is where Canghe imprisoned the disciples who violated the sect rules. There are three powerful monsters guarding it, each with a strength around the middle level of the middle god.
Generally, people who enter here have absolutely no chance of escaping.
Before leaving, Han Ming glanced at Mussolini lightly, wondering about the meaning in his eyes.
Being pushed into the underground palace by several disciples of the first generation, Han Ming was completely destined for this competition.
Those three-headed monsters are three weird things. They look a bit like the true form of the ancestor of Xuanji, but they have very few tentacles. There are only a dozen or so on each head. This thing should be a branch of the Canglan Beast.
Come here to take care of the underground palace
The underground palace is dark and damp, and there is nothing special about it. Except for Han Ming, there is no one else inside.
After looking at the monster guarding the door, Han Ming sat cross-legged
Three days later, Cang He and the Canaan sect began a competition to select the most suitable person and give him a gold medal. With this, he could sneak into the temple and then enter the Nether Star Sea to find the immortal soul. Of course, these secrets are still hidden among the disciples.
have no idea
"Silly girl, you finally have some feelings and know how to save me." Han Ming laughed.
Spiritual consciousness quietly leaves the body
In an open space among the Canghe Mountains, the competition between the two sects of disciples was going on in full swing.
The two old monsters also came to Xianchao in person this time. They must find the most suitable disciple to implement their plan.
Han Ming's spiritual consciousness had already quietly flown to the library of the old monster Xuanji. During the competition, the old monster did not dare to absorb the disciple's potential.
When he came to the last bookshelf, Han Ming followed the original method of the ancestor of Xuanji, opened the bookshelf, and activated the array diagram, and the small golden bell spurted out with a pop.
He put it into his hand, bypassed the competition venue, and quietly flew towards the sky.
"Immortal, how can it be so easy to play with me?" Han Ming sneered in his heart, his consciousness flew out of Canglan Star, came to the satellite closest to here, and quietly hid the small clock.
Then he flew to the competition venue to watch the game
This comparison lasted for more than twenty days. During this period, Patriarch Xuanji did not realize that his golden bell had been stolen. He hung out with Patriarch Kasyapa all day long and talked about their respective cultivation experiences.
Mussolini also followed Han Bing, looking extremely bored. However, Han Bing didn't understand what emotion was at all, so he just let him follow him without any special mood swings. This made Mussolini a little uncomfortable.
So cool
Yingjun always stared at Mussolini. He knew that Han Ming loved Han Bing, a silly girl, and he always kept it in his heart.
At the same time, he also asked Ancestor Xuanji several times to deliver food to Han Ming, but he was rejected every time.
The old monster Xuanji asked Han Bing and Mussolini to practice the secret of spontaneous combustion together. Are you not afraid that Mussolini will tell the ancestor Kasyapa the secret of spontaneous combustion?
Han Ming was confused. This secret of spontaneous combustion was the treasure of the old monster Xuanji. How could he teach it to the foreign disciples so easily? There was obviously something fishy in it.
Han Ming thought about it, and a result that made him angry finally surfaced.
Old monster! He never thought about teaching the secret of spontaneous combustion to Han Bing. He just took this opportunity to give her a fake secret. It is best for the old monster Kasyapa to discover the secret of spontaneous combustion, and it is also best to practice it himself.
In this way, the old monster Kasyapa has practiced the fake spontaneous combustion secrets, which will naturally lead to more disasters.
But Han Bing and Mussolini won’t live long either.
Obviously, Mussolini fell in love with Han Bing, which was unexpected by Xuanji, and because of this unexpected situation, he came up with such a plan.
Han Bing is certainly the best person to practice the secret of spontaneous combustion, but if he can trick old monster Kasyapa, old monster Xuanji will definitely do it.
"No wonder..."
Han Ming nodded slightly. No wonder the old monster Xuanji only imprisoned himself instead of killing him on the spot. It seemed that he was still prepared to let himself practice the secret of spontaneous combustion. Han Bing was gone, and he was still the best candidate.
Late at night, Han Ming's spiritual consciousness quietly slipped into Han Bing's residence and quietly attached to the girl's ear, whispering: "It's me, Han Er, I told you to listen and don't do anything. The mysterious old monster may be watching you.
"
When Han Bing heard this, he really didn't do anything unusual. He didn't even have a surprised expression. This girl was like this, so it didn't seem strange.
"I have a secret to tell you, which is the secret of spontaneous combustion. You must listen carefully. Remember it correctly and don't forget it."
With that said, he quietly taught the secret of spontaneous combustion to Han Bing.
Then he added: "Not long after, the mysterious old man will give you another secret book on spontaneous combustion. It is fake. You must not practice this fake secret book. You only give it to Mussolini and let him learn it. You
Just learn this book I told you and make sure you remember that there is another person. Please take the time to help me kill him. His name is Sauter.
I'm leaving, take care of yourself. If we can meet again someday, I... alas...
I hope you can be happy"
Han Ming sighed and left quietly.
No matter how insidious the old monster Xuanji is, he would never have imagined that Han Ming is smarter than a fox! With only a few clues, Han Ming was able to analyze all the secrets of the old monster Xuanji and guess the mystery thoroughly.
The secret plot laid by the old monster this time
What's even better is that Han Ming deliberately gave Han Bing the secret to spontaneous combustion. In this way, Han Bing, a silly girl, might actually be able to practice it with her talent.
That would be great fun. This fake secret recipe killed Mussolini and Kasyapa, but Han Bing succeeded in practicing it.
What would the old monster Xuanji think? Is this the biggest flaw in the spontaneous combustion secret? It turns out that he deliberately modified something that was specious, and actually perfected the spontaneous combustion secret by accident?
In this way, the mysterious old monster will also try to practice the fake secrets
Hehe, hehe...
I have to say that Han Ming has grown up and become cunning. He is so cunning that even he himself feels terrible.
What kind of city could go so deep that a little intellectual boy turned into a little monster?