The Second Immortal Road

　　 Han Ming walked cautiously in the mountains and forests, and after traveling for several days, he finally approached the location where the old man told the Sendai Conference to be held.

Although approaching there, Han Ming did not appear near Shengxiantai for the first time. Instead, he wandered around 20 to 30 miles around for a few days, and put some measures in place to prevent accidents. Can provide him with a way out.

　　 After wandering near Shengxiantai for a few days, he probably learned that the front is relatively safe and not a vicious place. After finally weighing it, Han Ming stepped closer to Shengxiantai.

　　 When he arrived near Shengxiantai, Han Ming directly saw hundreds of people who had been waiting here.

　　 He used Wang Qi technique to look at it, but he found that hundreds of people in front of him had mana fluctuations, and all of them were immortal cultivators.

　　 The mana fluctuations of these immortal cultivators are still quite strong, most of them are at least seven levels of Qi training, which is far from the mana of his sixth level.

Rao had been mentally prepared for a long time, but Han Ming was still shocked, because he had seen fewer than two immortal cultivators since his cultivation, and at this moment there were hundreds of immortal cultivators in front of him. , How can I let him not be shocked.

　　 Looking at these hundreds of immortal cultivators, Han Ming realized that his mana was really low. He had no doubt that there was far more than one among these hundreds who could kill him.

　　 Knowing that his cultivation base is at the bottom here, Han Ming acted more low-key and cautiously, for fear that he would offend someone with advanced cultivation level, and then be slapped into a pool of meat sauce.

　　 After some weighing, Han Ming chose a place where there were few and unremarkable people, and then waited quietly, and at the same time looked at Sheng Sendai not far away.

　　Unexpectedly, this Shengxian Pagoda is not a golden treasure, but just a stone platform with a radius of several hundred meters. The whole is made of a kind of black rock, and it looks thick.

Han Ming really couldn’t see what was special about this rising Sendai. Had it not been for there were hundreds of immortal cultivators surrounding it, Han Ming would have thought that rising Sendai was just a secular building, fundamentally and immortal. The doors can't be pulled together.

　　 "Hey, isn't this fellow Daoist Han! Have you spared time?" A gray-haired old man walked towards Han Ming, with a smile on his face.

"It turned out to be two Dao friends Xu and Dao Ge. A few days apart, I was going here to look for three Dao friends. I wanted to have a company. By the way, I had some questions and I wanted to ask three Dao friends. But I didn't expect three of them. Fellow Daoist found me on his own!" Han Ming showed a surprised expression on his face, greeted him at once, looking very natural.

The old man smiled and replied: "The little daoist helped us stop the black wolf monster, we didn’t have time to thank you. It’s just a few questions, but it’s okay to ask, but it’s not very convenient for us to speak here. Go to the tent over there and talk."

　　Only after speaking, the old man pointed to a small tent not far away.

　　 "It's better to be respectful if you're down." Han Ming glanced at the tent the old man was pointing at, then took his eyes back and landed on the old man.

　　 "Well, the old man leads the way." The old man walked forward, while the twenty-seven-year-old young man and the small and lovely girl followed the old man.

　　 Han Ming has always been used to being alone. According to his original wishes, he didn't want to interact with others too much, because he still had some secrets that could not be known. But he is unfamiliar here in life, and if he is with these three people, he should have less trouble.

　　 Han Ming was not afraid that these three people would dare to make any bad ideas. Immortal cultivators gathered here, and even if these three people had any cunning plans, they would not dare to know it.

　　Han Ming followed the three people into the small tent, and then began to ask some things about the old man, and the old man answered them one by one with great patience.

　　 A few hours later, with the patient answer of the old man surnamed Xu, a vast world of cultivating immortals unfolded in front of Han Ming's eyes. Only then did he realize that he was completely watching the sky before.

　　 Han Ming came all the way to the east, passing through more than ten countries, and saw very few immortal cultivators, less than ten, so he once thought that there were very few immortal cultivators in this world. But after these few days, he knew that there were not few immortal cultivators, but he hadn't seen it.

　　 A single promotion to Sendai can gather hundreds of Qi training monks, and these hundreds of Qi training monks are only a small part of the casual training. In addition to casual cultivators, Jiang State has hundreds of large and small cultivating families, and there are even larger sects of cultivating immortals in addition to the Xiuxian family. Therefore, the number of immortal cultivators in the entire Jiang State is very large, not like Han Ming at all. Think so little.

　　 Han Ming would not think that only Jiang Guo is like this. There are no immortal cultivators in other countries, and the immortal cultivators who want to come to other countries are also very large. Otherwise, Jiang Guo is afraid that he would have unified the north long ago, looking everywhere for the aura.

　　 Thinking about this huge and incomparable world of cultivating immortals, thinking about those great supernatural powers who can wave the mountain and crumble, Han Ming feels that he is too weak, even more inconspicuous than an ant.

　　 Thinking about the immortal cultivator may become the legendary immortal who can have endless lifespan and live the same life as the world, Han Ming is excited again.

　　 After a long time, Han Ming calmed down, but there was a trace of firmness under his calm eyes.

　　 "Who can cultivate to the legendary realm, soar to the upper realm, and have endless life! In the end, it is not an honest sitting!" The old man sighed quietly, his tone a little low.

"I'm waiting for casual cultivation. The cultivation resources are too scarce. Even if I have some resources, it will take my life to fight. If I can't enter the Cultivation Sect, I am afraid that I will stay in the Qi training period throughout my life. Who can build the foundation? Not to mention the pill formation. The pill formation cultivator is not extraordinary! The dragons see the head and the end, their lifespan can reach four or five hundred years." The old man's eyes were envious, and it was obvious that he was in opposition. Brother Dan is very respectful.

　　 "Yes, it is indeed extremely difficult to practice alone. It takes several years to prepare for each level improvement." Han Ming agreed.

　　 He is well aware of the pain of casual cultivation, he himself is a living example, exhausted most of Hua Lao's accumulated medicinal materials before pushing his cultivation base to the fifth level of Qi training.

　　 The breakthrough in the realm behind will only get harder and harder. God knows what precious herbs should be used to assist in the breakthrough. Of course, the slowness of cultivation is also due to his bad aptitude.

When Han Ming spoke, he thought of the jade pendant on his chest, and he felt a peace in his heart, because according to the words left by his ancestors, he could use this jade pendant to worship the rising star sect among the three immortal gates. At that time, he would not Then it's casual cultivator, he can practice in the spiritually-rich sect!

But not long after his heart was at ease, Han Ming became a little nervous, and he didn't know if the rising star sect would recognize this jade pendant. If the rising star sect did not recognize this jade pendant, he would run away for hundreds of thousands of miles away from home. !

　　 After thinking for a while, Han Ming put the slightest uneasiness in his mind behind his head. It was not for him to decide whether the rising star sect would accept him, and he was worried and useless.

"Come on, I think your kid has an appetite. I have some unusual good teas here. Although they are not spiritual teas, they are also extraordinary." The old man surnamed Xu turned over with one hand, and a tea set appeared in front of him. In his hand, a small packet of tea appeared after flipping his hand.

　　 This old man named Xu really surprised Han Ming by the way he took things out of thin air. You must know that the tea tray is so big that it is impossible to hold it in his arms, and I don't know where the old man Xu changed from.

　　 When Han Ming saw an exquisite small bag tied around the old man’s waist, Han Ming remembered a magical artifact called a storage bag recorded in the Guangling Sanren Handbook.

　　 This storage bag can shrink large objects into the income, and the weight of the bag will not change. It is a very practical magic weapon. And because the storage bag is not difficult to make, it is very cheap, and almost a slightly stronger cultivator will have one or more.

　　 Han Ming has long been greedy for this cheap and practical magic weapon, but unfortunately he has never had the opportunity to own one. Now he sees this old man with the surname ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and he has a little envy in his eyes.

　　 The old man surnamed Xu squeezed his hands into the air, a ball of clear water was suspended on his palm, and then he gently pushed, the ball of water flew into the teapot beside him.

　　 With another pinch of the fingertips of the old man surnamed Xu, a small scarlet flame appeared on the ground of the teapot, and then began to scorch the water in the teapot.

　　 "Come and have a drink, it's rare." The old man first poured a glass for Han Ming, and then poured himself a glass.

　　 Han Ming is not an elegant person, he can't taste any tea, and he doesn't bother to pretend to be gentle. He just poured the tea into his mouth, not afraid of the old man adding something to the tea.

　　 After drinking the tea, Han Ming raised his eyebrows and a shocked expression appeared on his face. There was a touch of solemnity in his eyes looking at the tea.

"This tea doesn't smell very well, but the taste is wonderful. Even people who are not good at tea drinkers can taste it. It is really the best. More importantly, this tea contains spiritual energy, which can be slightly increased. Mana, once or twice is nothing, but if you drink two or three cups a day, it will be very impressive for decades."

　　 "It's a pity, I also get this tea occasionally. The amount is not large at all. How can I drink it every day for more than ten years!" The old man shook his head and filled Han Ming's cup with the teapot in his hand.

　　 Han Ming picked up the tea cup in his hand again, but this time he didn't drink it all in one sip, but learned the old man's posture and slowly tasted it. This tea is really extraordinary, so that it can't be as violent as before.

　　 Just as Han Ming was savouring the scent of tea, a sweet female voice came from outside the tent.

　　 "Grandpa, come out and have a look, there is someone from the fairy gate."

　　 This sentence from outside immediately surprised Han Ming and the old man Xu.