Chapter 1227: Exchanging Blows

"Senior Brother, have you forgotten the Mount Kunwu Mountain demonic tribulation and the Small Extreme Palace demonic beast chaos from over two hundred years ago? If Junior Brother isn't mistaken, Fellow Daoist Han personally participated in both of these events that shook the world at the time, and even played no small role." Yan Zhu said calmly.

"Mount Kunwu Mountain, Small Extreme Palace? Could this person be the one the Yin Luo Sect and the Small Extreme Palace have been investigating all along?" The silver-robed monk was suddenly shocked upon hearing this, his eyes revealing strange light as he re-examined Han Li.

"So many years have passed. There are still people who remember Han's affairs from back then. Why, do you fellow Daoists want to capture me and hand me over to those two sects?" Han Li was calm and unusual, as if he had long anticipated Yan Zhu's identification.

"Haha, Brother Han, stop joking. Although the Yin Luo Sect and the Small Extreme Palace have considerable influence, what does it have to do with our Heaven Mystery Pavilion? Why would this Pavilion do such thankless work? However, Can has heard Brother Han's great name for a long time. I heard that Old Demon Qian of the Yin Luo Sect and Master Han Li of the Small Extreme Palace both died at your hands. I wonder if this is true?" Upon hearing Han Li frankly admit it, the plump old man's heart sank, but his smile became a bit forced.

"There were other reasons for what happened back then. As for the matter of Old Demon Qian and Master Han Li, even if I say it's not true now, I'm afraid you fellow Daoists wouldn't believe it anyway." A sneer appeared at the corner of Han Li's mouth as he replied.

"I heard that Brother Han's cultivation was only at the mid-Nascent Soul stage back then. If the rumors outside are all true, and you could kill two great cultivators at such a stage, now that you've advanced to the late stage, wouldn't your divine abilities be even more earth-shattering? This poor monk is even more grateful and wants to spar with you, Fellow Daoist." The silver-robed monk's expression changed several times before he said this solemnly.

"Great Master Yuan Zhi, there's no need for this! Since Brother Han sincerely wants to buy the refining method for mustard-seed space, it's not like this Pavilion can't discuss it with him." Upon hearing the monk's words, Can Ku was shocked and hurriedly wanted to persuade him.

It seemed that after this Heaven Mystery Pavilion Pavilion Master learned that Han Li was the mysterious cultivator who had shaken the Great Jin for a long time, his mind had changed, and he didn't want this guest Great Elder to fight Han Li anymore.

"Fellow Daoist Can Ku, there's no need to persuade this old monk. Even without the mustard-seed space matter, this poor monk still wants to spar with Fellow Daoist Han. After all, this poor monk has stayed at the late Nascent Soul stage for a long time, and I just want to exchange pointers with a fellow Daoist of the same stage to see if I can comprehend anything from it. If Fellow Daoist Han is truly as powerful as the rumors say, this old monk won't let go of this good opportunity." The silver-robed monk stared at Han Li and actually said such words.

Upon hearing the silver-robed monk say this, Can Ku's face lengthened, and he turned his head to wink at Yan Zhu beside him.

"Fellow Daoist Can, don't worry! If it's just exchanging pointers on divine abilities, Senior Brother Yuan Zhi and Fellow Daoist Han won't have any accidents, and exchanging pointers is also good. To tell the truth, this poor monk also wants to witness the great divine abilities from the Heavenly South." The young monk actually smiled and said.

The plump old man was speechless upon hearing this.

"You know Han's origin!" Upon hearing Yan Zhu mention the Heavenly South, Han Li felt a chill in his heart, and his face turned gloomy.

"Brother Han, don't be surprised. Although your origin is mysterious in the eyes of ordinary cultivators, it's not difficult for our Ten Orthodox and Demonic Sects to track it down. Do you really think the Yin Luo Sect and the Small Extreme Palace couldn't find out your origin? It's just that they fear your divine abilities and are pretending not to know for now. After all, apart from losing a great cultivator back then, those two sects also had multiple Nascent Soul elders fall. Now that they are busy dealing with other forces eyeing them, how could they still have time to provoke you? Otherwise, you wouldn't have lived so peacefully in the Heavenly South all these years." Yan Zhu seemed to know what Han Li was thinking and said unhurriedly.

"That's true. I don't know about other sects, but the Yin Luo Sect should have known my origin. However, since it's not for the mustard-seed space matter, I have no interest in casually fighting a cultivator of the same stage, unless Fellow Daoist Can Ku promises that if I luckily win against Great Master Yuan Zhi, the Heaven Mystery Pavilion will be willing to trade the refining method." Han Li's expression softened.

The silver-robed monk was startled upon hearing this and couldn't help but glance at the plump old man.

This Heaven Mystery Pavilion Pavilion Master's expression fluctuated, but after a while, he seemed to have figured something out, smiled, and replied:

"Since Fellow Daoist Han is so confident, how could Can push back and forth? As long as Brother Han truly gains the upper hand in the exchange with Great Master Yuan Zhi, what harm is there in handing the mustard-seed space refining secret technique to you?"

He actually agreed fully.

"With Fellow Daoist Can Ku's words, that's enough. Then Han will learn from Great Master Yuan Zhi's divine abilities. To tell the truth, I am also quite curious about the Buddhist Sect's secret techniques, and I hope the Great Master won't disappoint me." Han Li chuckled, stood up immediately, and said without hesitation.

As soon as these words were spoken, the Core Formation cultivators standing on both sides stirred, some even unable to hide the excitement on their faces.

The monk Yan Zhu, on the other hand, smiled without speaking, looking unfathomable.

The silver-robed monk raised his eyebrows, sneered, and then a bit of baleful aura appeared on his scholarly face.

"With the divine abilities of you two Fellow Daoists, fighting in this Heaven Mystery Hall would naturally be a bit cramped. How about sparring outside? For you two Fellow Daoists, the mere no-fly restriction naturally wouldn't be able to stump you." Can Ku looked left and right and suggested this.

"Naturally, this poor monk has no opinion!" The silver-robed monk nodded slowly.

"Then I will follow Pavilion Master Can's words." Han Li also looked indifferent.

The group immediately walked out of the hall and arrived at the palace gate again.

The others all stood on the ground motionless, while Han Li and the silver-robed monk each had blue light flash around their bodies, transforming into a blue rainbow and flying into the sky, while the other had a white lotus grow under his feet, gently lifting him up and rising slowly.

A moment later, the two stood in the sky above the Heaven Mystery Hall, facing each other from a distance of several dozen zhang.

The silver-robed monk gazed at Han Li for a while, then suddenly chanted a Buddhist name, and a layer of faint golden light suddenly appeared on his face.

Seeing this scene, Han Li's originally lazy expression tightened, and he frowned, suddenly asking:

"I have long heard that Great Master Yuan Zhi is a Vajra Protector of the Buddhist Sect. Are you cultivating the legendary Vajra Art?"

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be quite knowledgeable about our Buddhist Sect's cultivation techniques. This old monk is indeed cultivating this art, and I hope Fellow Daoist Han will give me some pointers." The silver-robed monk was startled when Han Li called out the name of the technique he was using, but immediately said proudly.

He pressed his hands together, and as he chanted, faint silver runes floated up from his silver robe. At the same time, not only his face but his whole skin began to turn a faint golden color, for a time looking like a golden-bodied Arhat descending to the world.

Han Li's expression didn't change, but he felt a chill in his heart.

This performance of the other party was clearly a sign that the Vajra Art had been cultivated to the fourth layer. This meant that the other party's body was as hard as an ordinary magic treasure; if an ordinary flying sword were to slash over, the other party could likely block it with his bare hands.

However, if the other party only had this level, it naturally wouldn't be his opponent.

He didn't speak, just shook his sleeves, and a clear ringing sound echoed as dozens of golden flying swords swam out from his sleeves, transforming into streaks of sword light a zhang long, circling around him.

Then Han Li chanted a sword technique and pointed lightly into the air.

All the sword lights trembled, golden light shone brightly, and in an instant, each one multiplied into seven, transforming into hundreds of identical sword lights. As they danced, the golden sword qi almost filled half the sky, like golden waves, with an astonishing momentum.

The Can Ku and other Core Formation cultivators watching from below were shocked upon seeing this scene.

There was no need for this great cultivator Han to display any other divine abilities; just the sight of so many sword lights rolling in together was enough to make ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators unable to resist.

The silver-robed monk opposite remained indifferent, just raised his hands, and red and green spiritual light flashed in his palms. A crimson Zen staff several zhang long and a string of emerald-green Buddhist beads appeared.

Just at this moment, Han Li opposite formed a seal with both hands, and hundreds of sword lights hummed, transforming into a piece of golden glow, sweeping over like the wind.

"Well come!"

The silver-robed monk shouted, suddenly raised his hand, and the crimson Zen staff transformed into a crimson dragon, rushing directly toward the opposite side, while the emerald Buddhist beads in his other hand were also sacrificed. After green light flashed, they transformed into a layer of green light screen, protecting him inside.

Then, this great Buddhist cultivator lowered his eyes and kept changing hand seals with both hands, seemingly about to display some extremely profound divine ability.

The crimson dragon shook its head and tail, diving directly into the golden glow transformed by the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords.

I don't know what material this Zen staff was made of, but although the dragon's body was slashed by hundreds of sword lights at the same time, golden light and red light intertwined, and it wasn't slashed into pieces by the sword lights mixed with Geng metal. Instead, the red dragon refused to show weakness, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, biting and pouncing in the golden glow, looking like it wasn't at a disadvantage at all.

"Ten-thousand-year Fire Coral!" Han Li murmured upon seeing this, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Although the flying swords mixed with Geng metal were incomparably sharp, there were naturally a few materials in the mortal world that could completely block them. This ten-thousand-year Fire Coral was one of them.

It was just that this material was so rare that it was even harder to find than Geng metal. The Zen staff of this monk Yuan Zhi was actually refined from this material, and it looked like the proportion wasn't low either. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to block so many flying swords slashing at the same time and remain unscathed.

Han Li was surprised, but his Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords didn't just rely on sharpness. He urged his spiritual sense, and a small part of the sword light continued to entangle the red dragon, while most of them circled around from one side, transforming into streaks of golden light and shooting directly at the monk.

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