"That's all, I'll come back and hand over if I can't finish it!" Han Ming replied casually without any intention of explaining.

"Okay, since my junior brother is so confident, then my senior brother won't stop him!" The half-bian seemed to see Han Ming's perfunctory, so he couldn't ask more questions. He took out a token with one hand and gave Han Ming a way to do the task.

"Thank you, senior brother!" Han Ming bowed symbolically, and did not engage in many entanglements, so he turned around and left.

Although this half-Baibai is not an ordinary late-stage monk in the foundation building stage, Han Ming does not have much idea of ​​making friends. He has not encountered any difficulties in his practice recently, and he does not need to make friends with other monks.

Walking out of the Deacon Hall, Han Ming carefully compared the five tasks he had just taken, and picked out the shortest time-consuming one and prepared to set off to complete it now.

"Hey, Uncle Master, you actually chose this task of collecting Mingyouhua!" Ran Qixi came forward and secretly glanced at the token in Han Ming's hand, and then couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"What, can't I choose yet? Or do you think I'm not strong enough!" Han Ming replied lightly, then flipped his hand and put the token in his hand into the storage bag.

"No, no, Uncle Master is very strong, why can't it be enough!" Ran Qixi seemed to be afraid that Han Ming would misunderstand, so she waved her hand repeatedly. After thinking about it, she said, "My nephew is just afraid that Uncle Master is a little unfamiliar with the first time he performed a sect mission. He didn't know the details of this mission, and suffered some losses!"

"This Netherworld Flower only grows in the Fire Underworld Pool. It is full of violent fire-attributed spiritual power and rich Nether Spirit Aura. The fire spiritual power is fine. You can barely resist it by using the ice-attributed shield, but those Nether Spirit Auras are difficult to deal with. The Qi-Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Centre can't stay below for about ten breaths. Even a Foundation Establishment Centre like Uncle Master cannot stay below for half a quarter of an hour!"

While staring at Han Ming's face, Ran Qixi spoke in a low voice, hoping to judge how to continue to say next by judging Han Ming's face, but he found that Han Ming's face was expressionless from beginning to end, and there was no expression on his face.

Ran Qixi was very proud of her ability to observe her words and expressions before, but this time she met a face paralysis and her face didn't move for most of the day. She wanted to judge by her eyes, but she remembered that this uncle was a blind man and had known him for four or five years. She had never seen him open his eyes, and she couldn't see any eyes or anything else.

"Although the name of Fire Ming Pool contains a pool, its true size is a lake, which is hundreds of miles away. Due to the years of collection of Mingyou flowers in the lake, the number is much smaller than before, and the bottom of the pool cannot be kept for too long, so it is difficult to pick. As far as my nephew knows, none of the uncles and uncles who have taken this task in the past completed this task within half a year, all of them have been delayed for more than a year! This task has long been hung up by the sect and belongs to the scope of the forced recruitment task!" Ran Qixi could not see Han Ming's mood swing, so he simply stopped looking, just trying to look respectfully.

"You know so much, then you should know which direction the Fire Ming Pool is. Just go there. Arrival early and you can come back early. I have several other tasks to perform!" Han Ming replied softly, then continued to meditate, as if he didn't care about the Fire Ming Pool that Ran Qixi mentioned.

Looking at Han Ming's unchanged face and his stubborn look, Ran Qixi pouted resentfully. What she said before was in vain!

Ran Qixi pinched the magic trick and urged the milky white spiritual boat to shoot in one direction. He actually wanted to see Uncle Han be defeated in the Huoming Pool and was somewhat looking forward to it.

"Hmph, I don't understand the charm. When facing a great beauty, I have a cold face for whom I can show you? How can I bear it? I deserve to practice alone!" Ran Qixi lifted a strand of long hair falling on her forehead, and glanced at Han Ming's eyes with a deeper resentment.

A few days later, Han Ming and Ran Qixi arrived at the Huoming Pool.

This Fire Ming Pool is really not quite big. He can't see the edge at first glance. Of course, Ran Qixi can't see the edge. Han Ming's mental power can only feel more than a hundred feet away. He has no idea what is more than a hundred feet away.

With a light lift, Han Ming kicked a small sand plant beside his feet into the red lake.

"Thorn!" A burst of blue smoke, and the sandy plant was immediately burned into a pool of ashes by the violent fire spirit power in the lake, floating on the water surface and dissipating.

"This is the Fire Ming Pool. The fire spiritual power is indeed violent!" Han Ming murmured, then turned his head and ordered to Ran Qixi indifferently: "You wait here, I'll go down and try it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Ming held up the light of protecting his body and threw himself into the red lake water. He just splashed a wave and disappeared.

I originally thought that Master Han would come up in one or two minutes, but I waited around, one quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, one hour, two hours passed, and Ran Qixi did not see Master Han floating up.

"Uncle Master must have been swimming far from the bottom of the lake, got ashore in other places, and dived again after resting!" Ran Qixi tilted his head and thought about it, so he comforted himself.

At this time, Han Ming was indeed swimming far from the bottom of the lake, but he had never been on the shore. Instead, he searched for Mingyouhua at the bottom of the lake, swept over all the Mingyouhuas he encountered, no matter how big or small, into storage bags.

The reason why this Fire Underworld Pool prevents the monks from waiting for a long time is that there is a large amount of the Nether Spirit energy here, which can penetrate the monk's protective shield and erode the body. But what Han Ming is most afraid of is the Nether Spirit energy. In the Nether Spirit energy, he is like a fish in water.

Ordinary foundation-building cultivators can only stay at the bottom of the lake for about a quarter of an hour at a time, and then they have to float ashore to meditate and practice to restore their magic power. But at the bottom of the lake, they just need to resist the fire spirit power. There is no need to spend much magic power. He dives once and can search at the bottom of the lake for a day or two!

With a wave of his sleeves, Han Ming smiled with satisfaction and picked two fiery red flowers blooming on the head of a bear-shaped bone.

This fiery red flower is the Nether Flower. The growth environment is quite special. It requires not only a large number of dead Nether bones, but also rich fire spirit power and Nether spirit energy. All three conditions are indispensable. The only known source is the Fire Mind Pool!

Mingyouhua is called flower, and it also looks like a flower, but it is not a plant, but a crystal substance produced by the spirit of fire, death, and the essence of the dark bones and the energy of the dark spirit under the complex environment. As soon as the square blooms, it has the essence of the dark bones and the spirit of fire. It is an excellent medicine for alchemy. Adding one in the alchemy process can promote the condensation of the pills at a certain probability. It is loved and sought after by alchemists and has always been in short supply.

During the four years of alchemy, Han Ming planned to buy some, but the price was a bit expensive. When he thought that he had refined all the pills from the Qi training stage. If he used these Mingyouhuas, it would be useless and a bit worthless, so he was temporarily stranded. Now that he came to the Fire Mingyouhuas, which produced Mingyouhuas, he just collected more!

Han Ming went to the lake to pick Mingyou flowers. Ran Qixi contacted the time spent collecting Mingyou flowers in the past by the foundation-building cultivators. She did not stand by the lake and wait, but found a stone wall, used a magic weapon to open a small cave, and temporarily moved in.

The fire spirit power by the lake is very violent and cannot be absorbed directly, but the fire spirit power slightly further away is still relatively peaceful. It can be done by forcefully refining it with a perfect Qi training, but the speed of cultivation is naturally not comparable to that in the sect!

Ran Qixi had already made up the idea of ​​staying here for a year or two, but just one month later, a blue figure rushed out of the red lake water, like a big roc, and easily landed on the shore with a few points on the lake.

Ran Qixi had just walked out of the cave and was about to relax when he immediately saw Han Mingfei wearing a green robe fleeing in front of him. There was a sudden surprise on his face, and he subconsciously exchanged, "Uncle Han!"

"Let's go, go back to the sect!" Han Ming's words were simple and clear.

"Return to the sect?" Ran Qixi was surprised by Han Ming's words and could not understand at all. Why did she return to the sect in just one month?

After looking up and down at Han Ming, Ran Qixi's mind flashed with inspiration, as if he had realized something, he did not dare to neglect at all. He waved his hand to release the flying spirit weapon and carried Han Ming back along the way.

Along the way, Ran Qixi hugged aside honestly and said nothing, as if she was afraid of touching Uncle Han’s bad temper.

It was only one month, and Ran Qixi didn't think that Master Han could collect enough Mingyouhua. She guessed that Master Han probably thought that this mission was too difficult and was now preparing to return to the sect to return the mission!

"Hmph, I've let you not listen to advice before, and now I've been wasting more than a month!" Ran Qixi felt a little proud in her heart, but she didn't dare to show it. This uncle Han looked at him now, but he must be uncomfortable. If he doesn't like her and vents his anger on her, she has no choice but to accept it passively.

Ran Qixi's silence surprised Han Ming. This is not like the style of this nephew Ran. Don't this nephew Ran try to get close to each other? Why did he remain silent along the way and he refused to say a word. It is rare that he is in a good mood and gains a lot. If Nephew Ran says a few more sweet words, he may even give him a small reward. Not to mention anything else, he still has the remaining elixirs in the Qi training stage before!

Han Ming shook his head slightly, no longer paid attention to Ran Qixi, and meditated quietly.

Back at the sect deacon hall, Han Ming found the deacon on duty. This deacon was not the half-bian before, but a middle-aged man in his thirties with his cultivation in the early stage of foundation building.

Han Ming briefly explained that he was here to hand over the task!

When the white-faced middle-aged man heard that Han Ming was going to hand over Ming Youhua, he was surprised and asked in disbelief: "Senior brother is actually here to hand over Ming Youhua's mission!" He looked at the middle-aged man in his thirties, but naturally spoke Han Ming, a young man who was only twenty-one or two years old, was the senior brother. The scene was quite strange!

This middle-aged man was really surprised. No one took the initiative to collect the task of picking the Nether Flower for a long time. The fastest monks who have been forced to perform this task in recent years will take eleven months! If the record in the deacon book is correct, this Senior Brother Han should have collected it a month ago, and now he is here to hand over the task!

"Junior brother, check it out to see if it is a Mingyouhua!" He took out fifteen Mingyouhuas the size of a palm and placed them on a bone-made table. Han Ming had a faint smile on his face.

Looking at the fifteen small pitiful Mingyou flowers, the white-faced middle-aged man twitched slightly, and then his face was full of strangeness: "It's indeed Mingyou flowers, and it's also fifteen. Senior Brother Han has completed the task, but why are the Mingyou flowers picked by Senior Brother so small? Some of them have not even grown buds!"

The Mingyouhua given by Senior Brother Han is actually only formed, and there is not a single flower blooming, so it can only be used as a medicine!

"It's because of luck. My senior brother found a small hole at the bottom of the lake and sneaked into it. He found fourteen Mingyouhuas that had only formed. He searched outside for more than half a month before finding another one. However, he didn't expect that it was also a young plant, and in the end he could only bring all fifteen plants back!" Han Ming explained casually, not caring whether the deacon believed it.

"Senior Brother Han said good luck, it really makes the junior brother envious. The impossible task that ordinary brothers can complete without spending a year or two has been completed in one month for Senior Brother Han!" The middle-aged man with white face was full of envy, thought for a moment, and then added: "I don't know if Senior Brother Han has any extra Mingyouhua. Junior brother is willing to buy it at a high price, which is one percent higher than the sect's acquisition price!"

Han Ming frowned slightly when he heard this, and a sneer in his heart. Could this person be a fool? The task of picking Netherworld Flowers is compulsory. The value of the sect acquisition is lower, and the supply of Netherworld Flowers is in short supply. If it is spread, the real transaction price is two or three percent higher than the sect acquisition price, which is easy. This junior brother has a poor cultivation level and he has a lot of thoughts!

"No more, senior brother is still missing several tasks that have not been completed. I won't stay here anymore. Goodbye!" Han Ming did not have the idea of ​​chatting with the white-faced middle-aged man, and he bowed slightly and turned around and walked behind him.

Before Han Ming could take a few steps, the middle-aged man with white faced dared to come forward. He actually grabbed Han Ming's arm regardless of his identity and said, "Senior Brother Han, wait!"

Han Ming frowned suddenly, and gently shook his sleeves and shook the middle-aged man's arm on the white-faced man. Then he turned his head and his tone was slightly cold: "No more, it's nothing. Is there anything else for junior brother? Do you want to search Han's storage bag?"

"No, no, no, my junior brother stopped Senior Brother Han not for Ming Youhua. Let's talk about this flower later. My junior brother stopped Senior Brother, just wanted to ask my relationship with my prospective couple!" The white-faced middle-aged man held one hand behind him, looking at Ran Qixi with a nervous look not far away with a smile.

Han Ming turned his head and looked at Ran Qixi. No wonder Ran Qixi has been extremely uncomfortable since the middle-aged man with white faces. He glanced at the middle-aged man with white faces from time to time. They seemed to have something to do before. They had to find the latest chapters by themselves when reading books? You are out. Follow the beautiful editor on WeChat to help you find books! You really want to read books and flirt with girls!
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