A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

Following his order, more than thirty disciples in brilliant clothes ran out from the main hall.

None of these people said a word. They just quietly set up a death arena with wooden stakes and ropes in the open space in front of the temple. Judging from their deft movements, these people were all well-trained and were not ordinary people. A low-level disciple of Qixuanmen.

Seeing that the duel venue was being circled, Li Feiyu asked Han Li uneasily, "Are we just hiding here all the time, doing nothing and watching them duel? This seems inappropriate!"

"What's wrong? Your little lover is not in any danger now and is very safe. After the duel between them is over, we will take advantage of the chaos when the Wild Wolf Gang evacuates to secretly pick up Miss Zhang. Then you two Just fly away and hide somewhere they can't find, and the people above the province will treat you as a scapegoat and make you take the blame for something you can't afford." Han Li said calmly, it seemed that he I don’t have a deep sense of belonging to Qixuanmen anymore.

"Isn't this an elopement? No, Xiu'er won't agree!" Li Feiyu shook his head like a drum.

"Then you just knock her out, take her away by force, and then use the rice to cook the rice." Han Li replied casually.

"You..." Li Feiyu was so angry at Han Li's words that he stared, speechless.

Just when the two were entangled, Sect Master Wang solemnly received two blood-red documents from a disciple, which were life and death contracts. He kept one of them with himself and handed the other to Jia Tianlong on the opposite side.

When Jia Tianlong took the object, his expression became solemn. He opened the document carefully, looked through it cautiously, made sure there were no problems, nodded, closed the document again, and then began to select the soldiers to die in the battle.

After some screening, he selected thirteen elite masters from the Wild Wolf Gang. In order to reduce losses, he selected more than a dozen skilled gang members from small and medium-sized gangs. Regardless of whether these people were willing to contribute, as long as they signed the death contract, they would have to fight tooth and nail for their own lives. As for the remaining candidates, they are all made up of the iron guards around him who are good at cooperating. Of course, Master Jin Guang will also play. He also hopes that this person's flying sword technique will be powerful!

While Jia Tianlong was busy, Wang Juechu on the opposite side returned to the stone palace at some point. He has not yet been seen coming out. He must also be racking his brains for candidates to participate in the death battle.

When the Death Arena was completely completed, Master Wang finally walked out of the palace with three to four hundred people.

These people are old and young, male and female, but all of them have bright eyes and steady steps. They are obviously the elites of Qixuanmen. Among them, the one who attracts Jia Tianlong the most is the one who is following Wang Juechu. three people.

Of these three people, one has a fluttering scholar's shirt, a face full of bookishness, and is dressed like a scholar; one is tall and tall, with bare chest and a beard like a steel needle, looking extremely tough; and finally One of them is a cold-faced man wearing gray clothes and carrying a sword on his back.

At first glance, these people seem to be middle-aged people in their thirties or forties, but if you take a closer look at their faces, you will find that in their brows, there is a sense of vicissitudes of life that can only be seen in seventy or eighty-year-olds. , making people feel that their age is not just as young as they appear on the outside.

Jia Tianlong knew in his heart that these three people must be Wang Juechu's three uncles. It seemed that the other party really wanted to keep him here at all costs.

Thinking of this, he turned sideways, pointed at the three people, and said to the dwarf Master Jinguang beside him, "Master, what do you think of those three people? Can they take them?"

"They are just ordinary people. As soon as my flying sword comes out, their lives will be over! What is there to worry about? Do you think you can't trust me?" Master Jin Guang glared, dissatisfied, and his tone was a little unkind.

"Don't dare, don't dare! I'm just asking casually, Master Immortal, please don't take it seriously." Jia Tianlong hurriedly kept his smile, for fear of offending his biggest supporter at this time.

"Humph!" After hearing this, the dwarf's anger gradually subsided.

Seeing this, Jia Tianlong put his heart into his stomach. This great immortal is really difficult to serve!

He secretly smiled bitterly, turned around quickly, and shouted loudly: "Are you ready? Start signing the life and death certificate!"

Following this scolding, the people from the Wild Wolf Gang who participated in the death duel began to solemnly write down their names on the book of life and death and signed the death contract to show their fighting spirit.

At the same time, Wang Juechu was not to be outdone and said in a cold voice: "Sign the book of life and death!"

Suddenly, dozens of pre-selected dead men walked out of the crowd at Qixuan Sect, and were ready to sign the death contract on the document.

As these people stepped out, Han Li naturally set his sights here, wanting to see if there were any acquaintances among the crowd. He also saw the three uncles of the Wang Sect Master, but he didn't pay much attention to them. He passed by with a quick glance, and his eyes fell on an old man in a green shirt.

As soon as he saw the old man's face, Han Li couldn't help but whisper: "Elder Li!"

This man was actually saved by Han Li. Ma Rong's master, Elder Li, was also one of the people who participated in the fight to the death. This was so unexpected.

After Han Li came to his senses, he hurriedly turned around, patted Li Feiyu on the shoulder hard, and said, "Did you see that? Elder Li is also there, and he also wants to sign a life and death contract!"

Li Feiyu stood motionless without any expression. He looked into the distance as if he hadn't heard anything, and his expression was extremely dull.

"Hey! What's going on?" Han Li was a little surprised.

"Even if Elder Li wants to sign a life and death certificate, there is no need to do this!" he asked strangely.

After hearing this, Li Feiyu finally looked away. He looked at Han Li blankly and said something that made Han Li lose his mind for a moment.

"Xiu'er... Xiu'er, she's there too, and she's also going to participate in the death pact!"

After saying this, Li Feiyu's face immediately became extremely ugly.

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