The Second Immortal Road

　　 Outside the rising star sect guardian formation, Han Ming stood on the Qingye magic weapon, looked at the huge guardian formation in front of him, and couldn't help but shook his head slightly. He originally thought that he would not be away from the sect for a long time, only three or four months, but he didn't expect it to be delayed for nearly half a year!

In the past six months, his cultivation base has grown to a nine-level mid-level appearance, and he is still a little away from the tenth level of Qi training. This makes Han Ming a little depressed. You must know that he only advanced to three small realms in a row for more than a year. Yes, in the current half year, it has only increased by half a realm!

If Xu Qianer’s grandfather knew what Han Ming’s thoughts were in his mind, he would be even more depressed than Han Ming. For half a year, he would still be dissatisfied with the nine-level qi training from elementary to ninth level. In a few years, there are many people!

"In the past six months outside, I didn’t have much time to practice. The pill was used up early, resulting in little improvement in the cultivation base. This time, the Huizong still stays in the sect honestly and cultivates well. Put the cultivation base up, as for the formation under the stone mountain, put it aside first!" Han Ming muttered to himself, but then raised his head, wiped his storage bag, and took out a primitive token. It was him. Identity token!

　　 Han Ming played a magic trick on the token, and the token suddenly became white, and stars and red clouds appeared around it. Han Ming smiled slightly and waved his hand again. The token was floating above his head. The stars surrounded him, and the falling clouds floated under his feet automatically, making him seem to be flying in the mist. Fairy.

　　 Han Ming didn't hesitate, and slightly touched the Qingye magical artifact under his feet, and the Qingye magical artifact slammed into the guardian formation!

　　Han Ming didn't hit his head and broke the blood, but directly melted into it. When the Huzong Array touched the nebula around him, it was no longer tough, but like a curtain of water!

After passing through the light curtain formed by the guardian formation, Han Ming turned his head and looked at it, and sighed silently in his heart. If the formation under the stone mountain was so easy to solve, it would be fine. Where could one of his red shadow needles be damaged? !

　　 The Red Shadow Needle is a set of magical implements, one damaged, and there are eight, but these sets of magical implements are often complete in order to exert their full power. Although he has been forcibly comforting himself, Han Ming is very clear in his heart that even if he has enough mana in the future, the Red Shadow Needle is afraid that it will not be able to exert its true power!

　　 "If Master Duanmu asks, how can I answer? I'm afraid that the fabricated lie will be impossible to hide, so I can't tell him about the formation!" Han Ming whispered secretly!

　　 "Hey, aren't you the disciple named Han Ming!" A nice female voice came from the side, and immediately brought back the distracted Han Ming!

"It turned out to be Uncle Su, and Han Ming, my nephew, see you!" As soon as Han Ming turned his head, he saw the red-robed female nun standing on a red flying silk. The appearance of this female nun was amazing, and she was a little addicted at first glance. , Who is Su Xiaoyan who was not born that day?

　　 "You really have worshipped this sect, and your cultivation level has jumped into three small realms!" Su Xiaoyan looked at Han Ming a little strangely.

　　 "Thank you also Su Shishu for introducing his nephew from outside the sect back on that day!" Han Ming lowered his head, with a respectful tone, and tried his best not to look at Su Xiaoyan's amazing appearance, for fear that he would be confused by Su Xiaoyan.

　　 Han Ming had long heard from the sect that this uncle Su had a natural beauty, and he also practiced a very powerful charm technique, that is, the uncle in the foundation stage is very likely to be confused and give everything for her.

Han Ming doesn't think that his concentration can be better than those of the uncles in the foundation building period. In case he is confused by this uncle Su, and some ghostly obsessions delay his cultivation, it is absolutely unbearable for him. It is better than that. To see her face, some rudeness would be rude, who made her charming so much!

　　 "You are assigned to that mountain now!" Su Xiaoyan asked with a smile, seemingly interested in Han Ming's affairs!

　　 "Shi Nephew was not assigned to which mountain peak, but served in the Cangshu Pavilion, taking charge of the collection of the Cangshu Pavilion!" Han Ming continued, lowering his head.

　　 Su Xiaoyan frowned when she heard this. Obviously, this was something she had expected. How could this disciple with a long history be assigned to the library to manage the book collection? Did the Zongmen just abandon him like this! You must know that the long-term heads of the sect, the foundation-building cultivators such as deacons are all advanced and hopeless cultivators, and even the heads are like this, they are all cultivators with extremely small opportunities for advanced alchemy!

　　 And young monks with excellent talents like her are all practicing hard, trying to get the chance of forming a pill, instead of being delayed by the complicated things of the sect. This is the case during the foundation building period and during the Qi training period. The low-level disciples who need to focus on training are not able to manage too many chores. And this Han Ming actually joined the library instead of joining the specialized mountain peak, which represents the sect. The door is not going to train him!

　　 Looking at Han Ming again, Su Xiaoyan suddenly thought that this disciple's spiritual root seemed to be short of gold in the five elements, and she suddenly understood that such a low qualification is indeed not worth spending a lot of resources on training!

　　 Knowing that the Zongmen might have given up on this disciple named Han Ming, Su Xiaoyan's curiosity disappeared a lot, but he asked again: "You are helping Brother Duanmu take charge of the library together!"

　　 "Yes, my nephew is to help take care of the books when Duanmu Palm Pavilion is busy practicing!" Han Ming replied respectfully again.

"No wonder!" Su Xiaoyan nodded, and the thief-eyed Cangshu Pavilion Duanmuzhang Pavilion could not help appearing in his heart, but he thought secretly in his heart: "I said why the Cangshu Pavilion is not in charge, it was originally used for shelter. For these people, the sect as long as they are alive, does not care about their cultivation!".

　　 Except for the head and a few foundation-building cultivators who are in power, the rising star sect is afraid that few people can be as famous as Duanmuxiao, so that all the rising star sect's foundation-building cultivators will remember him!

All monks in the advanced base-building period must choose a major exercise method, which requires the exercise books of Cangshu Pavilion, and the special existence of Cangshu Pavilion is not under the control of the boss at all, and it is all set by Duanmu Xiao. Almost 90% of the monks in the foundation-building stage of the Ascending Star Sect were smashed once by Duanmu Xiao!

　　 It's not that no one reported to the above, saying that Duanmu Xiao had set the price in disorder and filled his own pockets, but the person who reported the report was severely reprimanded by Uncle Xie, which caused an uproar in the foundation-building monks in the Zongnei!

Later, some people thought about it and realized that this Duanmu Xiao is Fu's surname Duanmu, and isn't a certain ancestor in the clan with the surname Duanmu? This Duanmuxiao is afraid that he is the descendant of this ancestor, so that he can do whatever he wants and let a group of uncles and teachers. Uncle is also powerless.

　　 Since then, almost all the monks in the foundation-building period have no longer talked about filling their own pockets.

　　 Su Xiaoyan looked at Han Ming and shook his head slightly, and sighed slightly in her heart. She felt that she could see the future of this little disciple.

Su Xiaoyan now sees that this Han Ming should come from an extraordinary source. It may be a descendant of a deceased master who worshipped the sect by virtue of his ancestor’s shadow. The door is mixed in a free position until it is old and dead! As for the skyrocketing of his cultivation level, it is very likely that the sect had done it. To make his cultivation level reach the level of an ordinary disciple, it would not be too unusual. There was also a precedent for this kind of thing in the sect!

　　 Su Xiaoyan glanced at Han Ming with his head down, and shook his head slightly. It is a pity that with such a good concentration, but once resisted her Mei Gong, it is the four spirit roots, and there is no future for development! "Since you have arrived at the library, just stay there. The library is a good place to return. There is no need to fight with the disciples of other mountains. It is already good for you. I will go first!"

　　 After Su Xiaoyan finished speaking, she pinched the technique in her hand, and the red silks under her feet fluttered and drove her toward the Huzong formation, seeing that she was going to leave the clan like this!