Han Ming turned his head and unexpectedly saw a female cultivator wearing a white robe walking towards him.

Han Ming looked closely and found that this person was an old acquaintance. He was the female cultivator named Xu Qianer who had been with him before entering the sect. She was admitted to the Ten Thousand Sword Sect with her special physique on the Ascension Platform.

"Ah, it turns out it's Fellow Daoist Xu. It's been a long time since I saw you!" Han Ming smiled slightly after he recognized the person.

"It's really you. Why are you wearing the costumes of the Xingxing Sect? You're here!" Xu Qian'er also walked in front of her, her face full of shock.

"Not long ago, Han passed by chance and joined the Shengxing Sect. This time he came to the Wanjin Spirit Cave to sacrifice and refine a spiritual weapon!" Han Ming said it over and said nothing more.

"Ah, why did you practice the ninth level of Qi? You were not practicing the sixth level of Qi before. Did you have a good spiritual root quality?" Xu Qian'er was completely shocked. She worshipped into the Wanjian Sect and had a pretty good place to practice. At this time, her cultivation level was only at the peak of the seventh level of Qi. But this black boy was only practicing the sixth level of Qi a year ago, but now he has already practiced the ninth level of Qi, leaving her far behind.

"I just have some small opportunities." Han Ming still said it and said nothing.

Seeing Han Ming's attitude of not wanting to say more, Xu Qian'er was shocked, but she didn't ask too much. After some envy, she said quietly: "Will the little sister call me Senior Brother Han in the future?"

Han Ming stopped talking when he heard this, but just smiled slightly.

Then Han Ming talked about some things casually with Xu Qian'er, then left on the excuse and flew straight toward the outside of the formation.

About half an hour later, Han Ming returned from the edge of the island alone, and with the help of such a white token, he entered the formation on the island, and then found his residence and entered the room alone.

Looking at the large ball of black sea water floating in the air in front of him, Han Ming frowned. After some thought, he waved his hand and bounced a fireball into the ball of sea water.

This ball of sea water seemed to be no different from ordinary water. It was also boiled by the high temperature of the fireball. In just half a quarter of an hour, most of the black water disappeared, leaving only a small ball of black as dark as ink.

Han Ming waved his hand and called the ball of black water into his hand. His spiritual sense penetrated it and began to investigate carefully.

Another half a quarter of an hour later, dozens of black smoke-like water vapor floated on his palms, swimming back and forth, like small snakes.

"There are so many impurities in this dark spirit energy, and it is so difficult to purify it. No wonder no one has used these spiritual powers of heaven and earth since ancient times!" Han Ming shook his head, but he still did not see the wonderful use of this black dark energy!

"Forget it, it's really not worth it if you don't waste this effort." Han Ming shook his head again, waved his hand and divided the black smoke in his hand into two parts, and part of it pulled into a black cloth bag around his waist.

He wiped it at his waist again, and a gourd full of blood-colored evil intention appeared in his hand. Then he waved his hand again, and the remaining part of the black smoke condensed into a smoke and penetrated into the blood-colored gourd!

"This blood evil gourd is made of the flesh and blood of the soul, and can be considered a magic weapon like the most evil. Maybe it will have some effect!" Han Ming murmured to himself, waved his hand and took the blood-colored gourd into a cloth bag on his waist!

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Three days passed in a blink of an eye. Han Ming sat cross-legged on his stone bed, his hands and ten fingers turned like wheels, and magic tricks condensed from his hands, and strands of spiritual energy in the world gathered rapidly!

"Hu." Han Ming slowly took the magic trick and then breathed a deep breath.

He looked up at the sky outside, then he jumped off the stone bed and walked outside. Now there is still half an hour before the agreed three-day deadline. If he delays it any longer, it will be too late!

Soon, Han Ming rushed into the hall. At this time, most of the disciples of Shengxing Sect and Wanjian Sect had arrived, gathering together in three or five, and talking in a low voice.

"Junior Brother Han, you are here too." The elegant young man who wanted to ask Han Ming to collect some essence of golden spiritual power came over again.

Han Ming was surprised and thought that this elegant young man was not giving up and wanted to persuade him again, but he found that the young man had never mentioned any golden spiritual power, and he just came to greet him.

Han Ming couldn't help but talked to the young man without saying a word. The young man knew each other. After saying a few words, he turned around and left, not saying anything more!

Han Ming was surprised by the actions of this elegant young man. He didn't expect that this elegant young man was just like his appearance, and he was just right in his life. As for whether he was just a little bit open or secretly, he still couldn't see it for the time being.

A few quarters of an hour later, Master Wu, who brought Han Ming and others over, and another middle-aged Taoist priest stepped into the hall and stood in the middle of the hall. Not long after, a very beautiful female cultivator walked into the hall and immediately attracted the eyes of most of the disciples. The male disciples' eyes were stunning, and the female disciples were envious.

It's really beautiful, even Han Ming couldn't help but take a look at it twice.

"It's Uncle Chu. He hasn't appeared in the sect for more than ten years, but he didn't expect that he was practicing on this spiritual island!" A male disciple whispered to another male disciple beside him.

Han Ming happened to hear it and was a little surprised. It turned out that Master Chu Qiu, one of the three beauties of the Xingxing Sect, was so beautiful that he couldn't help but take a look at him twice.

Han Ming secretly wondered, it was difficult for ordinary disciples of Qi training stage to see one of the three beauties in the Xingxing Sect. However, he, a young disciple who had just entered the school, met all the three girls within just one year of entry, and even Master Qiao, who had never shown up for decades!

"It's already noon. Brother Wu and fellow Taoist Huang will share the tokens to enter the spiritual acupoint!" Uncle Chu smiled slightly at Master Wu and another middle-aged Taoist beside him, and then turned his head to say to the disciples in Qi training stage: "You are ready, and you will be ready to enter the Wanjin Spirit Acupoint in half an hour!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest's expression remained unchanged. With a wave of his hand, he sprinkled seventy or eighty golden tokens and fell steadily into the hands of the disciples of the white-robed robes of Wanjian Sect. Master Wu also nodded and threw it casually. Each disciple wearing a golden robes had an extra golden token in his hand.

At this time, all the disciples in the hall had a golden token in their hands, but Han Ming, the disciple in black robe, stood in the corner with empty hands.

"Hey, Senior Brother Wu, who is this disciple? Not your Jindingfeng disciple? Why doesn't he have a token?" Uncle Chu saw Han Ming with empty hands.

"Han Ming, what are you waiting for? Take out your token. Without that token, even if the leader comes, you can't get in!" Master Wu shouted at Han Ming.

With Master Wu's shout, everyone in the hall looked up, with a little puzzled look. Shouldn't this golden token be distributed uniformly? Why does this slightly black disciple seem to be carrying it with you now!

Feeling the gazes of the three Foundation Establishment Cultivators in the previous stage, Han Ming not only neglected, but also touched the storage bag repeatedly, and a golden token appeared on his hand.

The uncle Chu, who was standing in front, nodded when he saw Han Ming taking out a token. Although there was some doubt in his eyes, he still didn't say much.

Then the beautiful Master Chu turned to look at Master Wu again, and smiled slightly and said, "Senior Brother Wu, follow me to the back and remove the magic array on the spiritual acupoint!"

At this time, many disciples still glanced at Han Ming, an alien intentionally or unintentionally, with curious expressions in their eyes. This black disciple is neither a disciple of the Jinding Peak nor a disciple of the Wanjian Sect, but it is a bit unreasonable to be able to get to this spiritual island! However, the uncle and uncle of the Foundation Establishment Stage said nothing, so it is naturally difficult for these disciples of the Qi training stage to question.

The elegant young man who had asked Han Ming to collect the power of gold before couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and smiled slightly, with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes.
Chapter completed!