"What is this saying about fellow Taoist? Although fellow Taoist Han is only a mid-stage cultivator, his strength is comparable to that of a great monk. How could I offend fellow Taoist so much in the Yibo Pavilion? This time I asked fellow Taoist to come out, there is a reason!" The old man slowly took a sip of tea and spoke slowly, as if he didn't care about the chill on Han Ming's face at all.

"There is a reason for this? Han wants to hear what the reason is. If Han is not satisfied, it is really bad!" Han Ming suppressed the coldness in his heart and spoke faintly.

He had already thought about it. If the excuse the great monk of the strange robe pavilion did not satisfy him, he would have to let the other party taste the sharpness of the magic dragon blade. The distance between the two was only one meter. When Luohu activated his body, his physical strength would be higher than that of the tenth-level monster, and it would be a complete crushing force against the great monk at close range.

"The mother-of-child and mother-of-law stones are indeed not sold, but as long as fellow Daoist Han answers the next three questions truthfully, then the mother-of-law stones will be given to fellow Daoist Han for free?" The great monk of the strange-robed pavilion made a quick turn, and two sky-blue stones appeared on the stone table.

These two stones were dull, just like the pebbles picked up by the river and coated with green juice. However, Han Ming's face changed slightly after seeing this. What is these two stones not the mother-child stone?

"What do you mean by fellow Taoist!" Han Ming frowned slightly, and was a little confused about the plan of the great monk of the alien robe pavilion. It was really a luxury to exchange for three issues with one million spirit stones. This alien robe pavilion was a bit too rich.

"It's just three questions. As long as the fellow Taoist answers truthfully, these two pieces of mother-to-child stones will be taken away!" The old man said with a smile, extremely calm and seemed to be full of confidence.

Han Ming stared at the old man for a dozen breaths, thought for a while, and then said with a smile: "Aren't fellow Taoist afraid that Han would just make up some lies and fool him, just be so confident?"

"Fellow Daoist Han's answer is naturally some means to distinguish the true or false, so Fellow Daoist Han would rather tell the truth, otherwise this matter would be really difficult to solve!" The old man laughed, then raised his head and swallowed a cup of spiritual tea.

Han Ming hesitated for a moment, then seemed to have figured out something, smiled casually, and said calmly: "If it weren't for some difficult question, I must tell the truth. Fellow Taoist asked, it would be better to replace three questions with two stones!"

"Okay!" The old man smiled, then looked at Han Ming's eyes and said with a smile: "According to the information investigated over the years, fellow Taoists had disappeared from the Immortal Cultivation Realm for more than a hundred years. The last time they appeared was in an ancient secret realm. At that time, you had a great perfection in Qi cultivation. It was not until nearly two hundred years ago that you reappeared in the Immortal Cultivation Realm. At this time, they were already a fake infant cultivation. In the critical moment of the Xingxing Sect, it turned the tide and resisted the early stage of the Nascent Soul cultivator without falling behind. It was really amazing! After more than a hundred years of advancement to the middle stage, you were extremely powerful and comparable to a great cultivator. Are you right about these?"

Han Ming had no expression on his face and just stared at the old man.

"Guige has investigated very carefully, but is this a problem?" Han Ming said lightly.

"Of course not count, naturally not count!" The old man laughed and continued to speak: "Actually, many sects in the north of Di are very interested in the life experience of fellow Taoists and the more than a hundred years of disappearance. They are mostly speculating that fellow Taoists inherited the means left by the Supreme Elder of the Sect. Or the fellow Taoists are the clone of the Supreme Elder, or a wisp of the Spiritual Distraction, after all, you all believe in Han!"

Han Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression still calm, but said indifferently: "What do you want to ask? Please ask quickly. Are these useful?"

"Fellow Taoist, don't worry, I'll ask!" The old man coughed lightly, looked directly at Han Ming, his face full of seriousness, and then said word by word: "Fellow Taoist's surname is Han, and the Supreme Elder of the Guizong more than a thousand years ago also had a surname Han, but I don't know if the fellow Taoist is the successor or the descendant of that person!"

When Han Ming heard this question, a hint of surprise suddenly appeared on his face. What is this problem? The monk from the strange robe pavilion is so interested in his origin? After all, one question is 300,000 spirit stones!

"If I didn't tell the truth, can you find out?" Han Ming raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

"Fellow Taoist said, since you dare to use this method to exchange, you are naturally a little confident and are not afraid of the fellow Taoist writing it casually!" The old man smiled and looked at Han Ming with the same gaze.

"So that's it!" Han Ming murmured to himself, and then said without hesitation: "They are all surnamed Han, it's just a coincidence. I have nothing to do with that Supreme Elder."

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and his expression on his face did not change much. However, the pupils of the girl who lowered her head and played the piano not far away suddenly shrank. At the same time, the Jiaoweiqin "bounced" and broke two strings.

When the old man saw this scene, his face changed suddenly, but he was quickly suppressed by him. He turned to stare at Han Ming coldly, his face a little bad.

"Forget this question, I hope the next answer is not false!" the old man said in a deep voice.

Han Ming was very surprised at this time. He was lying in the Nascent Soul stage and was discovered. It was still a guqin played by an ordinary girl. It was really ridiculous. No wonder he came to discuss cooperation, but this Yibo Pavilion found someone to play the piano here.

However, although the lies were exposed in person, Han Ming looked indifferent and shameless, without blushing at all.

"Fellow Daoist, please continue to ask!" Han Ming said with a faint smile.

The old man was a little annoyed in his heart by Han Ming's appearance. Just a mid-stage monk, how could he dare to be so confident? It doesn't matter if he is discovered when he is a great monk!

According to his idea, even if this surname Han has some strength, he is comparable to a great monk? This time, he is not the one who came to the Yibo Pavilion. The other two pavilions were hiding in the dark. The three great monks took action together and cooperated with the Three Talents of the Foreign Robe. They can compete with the God Transformation Stage, but they can't beat a mid-stage cultivator?

Unfortunately, this place is not something he can decide. Although he is reluctant, he still has to smile at Han Ming, "Okay, next, the second question!"

"In the past tens of decades since the Great Perfection of Qi Practice to the Fake Infant Period, I should have gone to a cultivation world called the Ming Bone Continent. I need to know how to go and how to come back!" The old man asked word by word.

"What did you say?" Han Ming's expression suddenly changed when he heard this. What the old man said before was not a secret, and he could find out with a little investigation. But not many people knew about his visit to the Nether Bone Continent except for Yiling and Ran Qixi. Why did this person know?

"Mysterious Bone Continent, fellow Taoist has been there for more than a hundred years and will not forget it. The second question I am here is how fellow Taoist can go to the Mysterious Bone Continent!" The old man from the strange robe kept asking calmly, regardless of the coldness on Han Ming's face.

"What did you say? Han doesn't understand!" Han Ming suppressed the shock in his heart and replied coldly.

"Fellow Daoist Han doesn't need to deny it. Since I've asked, I've already learned a lot of information, such as the weapon array Dan Sect, and the monster in the God Transformation Stage!" The old man replied slowly with a smile.

At this time, Han Ming could no longer remain calm. The man from the strange robe cemetery knew so much, not to be cheating him!

"Who are you? How can you know this? Could it be that you also came from the Nether Bone Continent?" Han Ming did not reply, but instead asked in a series of questions. At the same time, the magic power in his body was activated, and the magic dragon blade tempered in the alchemy fire was also ready to move.

The old man from the strange robe did not care about the aura that was faintly leaked from Han Ming, but just shook his head silently: "Fellow Daoist just answer the questions. There is no need to know so much about how the Taoist Daoist passed by and how he came back. I will tell you the method, and this second question will be over!"

Han Ming stared at the old man for a long time, but found that the other party was extremely calm, and there was no extra expression on his face. He could not tell any emotion at all, like a wooden man.

"Han's method to go to the Nether Bone Continent is a consumed teleportation array. After using it, it shattered on its own. When he came back, he accidentally crashed into a space crack and came back somehow!" Han Ming was silent for a while, and then slowly said, "Are you satisfied with this answer? Han didn't know the way to go and the way to come back at all!"

"Can the teleportation array reach the Nether Bone Continent? What teleportation array? Where is it?" the old man asked anxiously.

"The teleportation array has broken. I don't know where it is. It's impossible to go for the second time with this method. Otherwise, after Han Mouhe accidentally returned to Dibei, he had never returned to the Nether Bone Continent?" Han Ming shook his head and said, he didn't lie this time, but the key point was hidden.

"How could this happen? I can't go again for the second time!" The old man murmured to himself, his face full of disappointment, but soon after, he seemed to sense something, so he raised his spirit again and continued to ask: "The third question is, when the bowl of spiritual sand on the stone table was in the battle of the cliff cave, where was the bowl of spiritual sand on the stone table? After the Holy Spirit of the Dhara Sect was killed by the old zombies, did those spiritual sands be taken away by the old zombies!"

Han Ming's heart was even more disturbed. The monk of the alien robe pavilion even knew about this. Except for the people on the top of the Sacred Mountain of the Cliff Cave, almost no one knew about this. Later, Nangong Leng, Nangong Wen, the nameless female cultivator, the first casual cultivator Wei Tianya, and the Holy Spirit of the Dharu Sect were all dead, and there were very few people alive. How did this monk of the alien robe pavilion know about it?
Chapter completed!