Chapter 288: Immortal Art

Although the girl had a face full of disbelief, she also knew that her grandfather wouldn't talk nonsense, so she was terrified and forced herself not to look in Han Li's direction again. Net

Han Li saw that he had given the other party a small lesson but didn't really hurt them, and he was very satisfied in his heart.

At this time, his lips moved slightly, and he transmitted his voice over.

Immediately, Han Li's voice rang in the green-robed old man's ears.

"After leaving the Prince Xin Mansion in a while, don't rush to leave. Wait for me at the back door of the Prince's Mansion. I have something to ask you!"

Han Li's voice was full of an unquestionable commanding tone, making the old man's body pause, and he secretly groaned in his heart.

"Could it be that this expert still won't let go of the two of them? Or does he have some other plot against them! However, fortunately, the other party doesn't look like a ruthless person, so there shouldn't be any danger! And being able to have a relationship with a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator seems to be a rare opportunity for the family to revitalize."

The green-robed old man could only think like this to comfort himself, his heart was in turmoil, suffering incomparably!

Han Li saw this, smiled slightly, and turned his attention back to the white-haired old Daoist.

At this time, this Immortal Master Wu had already checked most of the crowd and had not yet found anyone with immortal fate.

Those young people who were announced to have no fate had to return to their seats dejectedly, and their elders naturally didn't have any good expressions either.

"What immortal fate, this is clearly looking for people with spiritual roots. However, this old Daoist is not purely cheating; it seems he really wants to accept disciples among these people. Otherwise, he could have just pointed at a few people randomly." Han Li looked at the old Daoist checking the spiritual roots of every young person with great interest, and thought indifferently.

But Han Li felt that there probably wasn't much of a show for this old Daoist to accept disciples in this place. Wanting to pick out someone with spiritual roots among these fifty or sixty people, the hope was truly not great!

Han Li was just thinking when the white-haired old Daoist suddenly said loudly:

"This child has immortal fate, I can accept him as a disciple!"

Han Li was stunned when he heard this. He couldn't help but look at this person with immortal fate.

Only to see a white and fat young man standing blankly in front of this Immortal Master Wu, looking at a loss.

Beside him, a pot-bellied middle-aged man wearing purple silk clothes was asking in disbelief:

"Immortal Master, does my Tong Jing really have immortal fate? No mistake, right!"

This person who was truly hit by a huge pie was still a bit unable to believe it. So many young talents in front were not picked, but his own gluttonous and lazy son was actually spotted by the Immortal Master at a glance, which really made him feel like he was dreaming.

"Hehe, don't worry, benefactor! The poor Daoist has checked several times. Your son indeed possesses an immortal root and can learn immortal arts together with the little prince." Immortal Master Wu saw this, twisted his snow-white beard, and said with a smile.

"Thank you, Immortal Master! Thank you, Immortal Master! Although I am not wealthy, I have some thin land at home. Tomorrow, I will definitely prepare a heavy apprenticeship gift for the Immortal Master! Son, hurry... hurry and kowtow to the Immortal Master!" After confirming that this matter was correct, the middle-aged man was so happy that he was dancing with joy, and his words were even more incoherent.

And those young people who were not selected saw this and were all dumbfounded.

Wasn't this person spotted by Immortal Master Wu the Tong Fatty who was often regarded as a wine sack and rice bag by them!

That such a useless person actually had an immortal root was truly too hard for them to accept!

It wasn't just these young people who thought so; their elders couldn't help but look at each other, feeling it was somewhat difficult to accept.

After all, the uselessness of this young man named Tong Jing was famous in their circle.

Han Li didn't have any strange expression on his face.

Whether a person possesses a spiritual root is not determined by whether a man is handsome or a woman is beautiful, and it has nothing to do with a person's intelligence or ability; this is something with no rules to follow.

Otherwise, before the appearance of cultivation families, people from cultivation sects wouldn't have had such a hard time finding high-quality disciples.

However, Han Li was still somewhat surprised that he could really find someone with a spiritual root among so few people. It seemed this Daoist's luck was not bad!

Han Li and that pair of old and young people understood this truth, but others in the hall didn't understand it.

They started to discuss in low voices one after another.

Some shrewd people even started to suspect the authenticity of this Immortal Master Wu. This made those who hadn't been tested yet hesitate to move forward.

As a result, a cold scene appeared in front of the old Daoist for a while.

Prince Xin saw this, and his face revealed displeasure.

But the people in the hall were all his close friends for many years, so it was not easy to say anything unpleasant directly, so he said to the old Daoist tactfully:

"Immortal Master Wu, everyone is just a mortal, and few people have seen real immortal arts and immortal methods. Immortal Master, please show us again to open everyone's eyes!"

With these words from Prince Xin, the crowd in the hall immediately fell silent, all staring at how this Immortal Master would speak.

The white-haired old Daoist pondered for a while, then agreed very readily, and then asked everyone to follow him to the open space in front of the hall.

With these words from the old Daoist, the people in the hall "whoosh" all rushed out of the hall. Han Li also followed out indifferently.

The old and young pair didn't move, seemingly still worried about the meeting Han Li had arranged for them!

Arriving outside the guest hall, the old Daoist stood in a large circle surrounded by the crowd and began to cast a spell.

Only then did he pinch the spell with both hands, stand flat on his feet, and mutter something in a low voice, the faint incantation sound adding a few points of mystery to him.

In this way, everyone watching held their breath, staring fixedly at every move of the old Daoist.

After Han Li heard these incantations, he secretly rolled his eyes.

Just at this moment, the old Daoist closed his palms together, then separated them left and right, and a fist-sized surging fireball floated between his two hands, and the temperature nearby suddenly rose, and a wave of scorching heat permeated.

This was exactly the "Fireball Technique" that every fire-spiritual-root cultivator must practice.

And this scene, which was most common among cultivators, immediately caused a burst of exclamations from the people nearby, calling it unbelievable!

But the next scene not only made these mortals continue to be dumbfounded, but even Han Li was startled at the beginning.

Because the old Daoist didn't stop pinching the spell and changing gestures, which resulted in the scorching fireball gradually deforming in front of everyone's eyes.

First, it slowly stretched out wings, grew a sharp beak, and then transformed a pair of slender claws and a tail, actually turning into a small, exquisite flaming bird.

"Could it be the Fire Bird Technique!"

Seeing this scene, Han Li's nerves tightened, and he almost couldn't believe his eyes.

The "Fire Bird Technique" was a genuine mid-tier beginner spell, which even Han Li hadn't mastered. But this old Daoist, who was only a Qi Refining stage cultivator, actually used it on the spot, which was truly too hard for him to believe! No wonder Han Li thought he had seen it wrong.

But Han Li's surprise was only for a brief moment.

He immediately discovered the huge difference between this fire bird and the real "Fire Bird Technique."

Although from the appearance, the image of the spell released by the fire bird of the "Fire Bird Technique" was very similar, the size of the two was too different.

The fire bird of the "Fire Bird Technique" was nearly a zhang in size when its wings were spread. And this small flaming bird transformed from a fireball always maintained a fist-sized shape, which simply couldn't be compared.

But what truly made Han Li believe that this was just a "pseudo-Fire Bird Technique" was the size of the spiritual power fluctuation contained in both.

The destructive power contained in the fire bird of the Fire Bird Technique was something even a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator wouldn't dare to take head-on. And this small fire bird, which was like a sparrow, had the same spiritual power fluctuation as when it was a fireball, without increasing by half.

It seemed it was just a pure transformation!

Thinking of this, Han Li was both angry and amused!

He was almost deceived by this little trick, which was truly a bit shameful!

However, this person's technique of controlling the transformation of flames was truly astonishing! Han Li himself asked himself that he absolutely couldn't achieve such a subtle level of control, but he didn't know how a Qi Refining stage cultivator could achieve such a degree.

This old Daoist was truly interesting!

The old Daoist's following performance completely confirmed Han Li's thoughts.

Only then did the flaming red small bird, which was flying high, suddenly fly down to the ground and transform into a red pug, running happily around the old Daoist.

Not long after, the puppy transformed into a fire snake, the fire snake evolved into a small person...

This series of astonishing performances completely left those mortals who had never seen spell transformations dumbfounded and speechless!

It wasn't until the old Daoist suddenly pointed with his hand that the last transformed flaming horse rushed toward a cherry tree on the side, resulting in a blaze, instantly turning this tree into ashes.

Only then did the old Daoist end his performance.

At this time, the onlookers woke up like a dream and desperately shouted "Immortal Master" at the old Daoist.

The suspicion in their hearts had long been thrown to the back of their minds, and there was no longer any disbelief!

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