With an inexplicable feeling, Xu Han watched the lost girl leave.

From beginning to end, Xu Han hadn't asked her for her name, but from the direction she left, he could roughly guess that she should be a direct disciple of the Chongju Peak .

Then he went back to the small porch window alone.

There were a few medicinal bottles on the stone table in the courtyard. It was presumably Chu Chouli's harvest today. Xu Han counted them. Three Origin Condensation Pills and 25 Veluriyam Pills.

It wasn't much, but these days, Chu Chouli would more or less bring some back to Xu Han every day. Hearing the heaven-shaking snoring sounds coming from the house, Xu Han laughed in his heart.

After that, he took out the bottles Ye Hongjian had sent Qin Keqing and counted them. There were five bottles. Each bottle contained thirty Origin Condensation Pills. This was different from the glass pills. Whether it was the ingredients required or the complexity of the process, the Origin Condensation Pills far exceeded the glass pills. Every single one of them could be sold for a high price on the market. I believe that even if the Linglong Pavilion has a big family, the 150 Origin Condensation Pills will definitely not be a small number.

However, Ye Hongjian had found so many for him, which made his heart warm.

After all, medicinal pills were external forces. Even Xu Han could not swallow so many medicinal pills in a short period of time.

After thinking for a while, he divided the pill into five portions. One portion a day should still be within the range of his body's acceptability.

Then he picked up the black cat on the ground and walked into the room.

..

On the second day, Xu Han refined the thirty Origin Condensation Pills and opened five acupoints in his body. Xu Han, who was making rapid progress, was in a good mood. Just as he was about to do something today, a familiar knock came from outside the door.

"Brother Xu, Brother Xu."

Listening to the familiar voice outside the room, Xu Han finally remembered that he had promised Song Yueming yesterday that he would accompany him to the Chongju Peak to watch the Mountain Gate Tournament.

He shook his head. Actually, Xu Han did not have any ill feelings towards Song Yueming . He just felt that he was a little unwise, or that his thoughts were a little too simple. Xu Han thought that today's matter was over anyway, so it wasn't impossible to take a look, so he put the black cat on his shoulder and opened the courtyard door.

"Brother Xu is so ink-stained. Hurry up and follow me. The competition in the inner sect is almost over." The moment he opened the door, he saw Song Yueming 's eager face. However, his appearance was somewhat embarrassed. The green shirt on his body carried a bit of dust. It seemed that he had done something to someone before.

"Brother Song, who is this?" Xu Han looked at Song Yueming strangely and asked.

"Ai, I'm ashamed to say that. I also tried to register for the competition. However, my skills are not good. I was defeated by a senior apprentice-brother in just two rounds." Song Yueming said this, but there was not much regret on his face. Then, he said excitedly, "Brother Xu, don't ask any more questions. I wanted to find Brother Xu as soon as the competition was over. If I don't hurry up, I might miss the final match of the inner sect."

After Song Yueming finished speaking, he pulled Xu Han and walked towards the mountain gate without waiting for his consent.

Xu Han was forced by this familiar Song Yueming to be both funny and helpless, so he could only let him pull him towards the martial arts arena.

The arena where the competition is held is at the top of the hill, The Chongju Peak was not small. It would take a bit of effort to get there, but Xu Han did not find it boring. Because Song Yueming kept chattering in Xu Han's ears along the way. From the interesting stories on the Chongju Peak to the rules of the Mountain Gate Tournament, he poured out all of them to Xu Han like countless treasures.

Song Yueming 's overzealous Xu Han had long since gotten used to it, so he didn't say much. He just listened quietly and occasionally responded with a few words.

"Brother Song said that this competition will be held every year. Disciples who have some abilities will be interested in it. Could it be that other than winning a false reputation, there are other benefits to this competition?" After listening to Song Yueming 's introduction of the Mountain Gate Tournament, Xu Han suddenly became interested. He turned around and asked.

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