Chapter 10 Mysterious Bottle

Han Li slowly walked out of the Shenshou Valley and habitually walked along the path in the mountain to the blurred and observable Chishui Peak.

He has nothing important to do now. The reason why he runs to Zhang Tie on time every day these days is that he just wants to see Zhang Tie's strange grinning when he practices under the waterfall.

This "elephant armor skill" is really not what ordinary people can bear, but the first layer of the district has to suffer such a great torture. In the last few layers, don't train people to take off at least a few layers of skin.

"I guess Zhang Tie has some regrets now, right? The domineering of this "like armor" is far beyond the imagination of these little brats. Han Li thought as he walked, and kicked the leaves and branches that fell on the ground carelessly with his feet.

"When a few more days are passed, the two of them will beg Dr. Mo for mercy and let Zhang Tie practice other kung fu instead of this living crime." Thinking like this, Han Li felt a little excited that he could find a way out of the current suffering for his friends.

Han Li looked up at the trees on both sides of the road. At this time, it was the end of autumn, and the branches of all the trees were bare. A thick layer of fallen leaves and dead branches were piled up on the path. It was soft and uncomfortable to walk on it.

At this time, on a mountain peak not far away, there were several faint sounds of weapons hitting, and from time to time there were several loud applauses.

Hearing these sounds, Han Li looked at the mountain peak again, and his mood, which had just improved, became bad again.

These are the teachers and seniors of Baiging Hall, who are training the newcomers in weapon fighting.

Whenever Han Li saw other classmates gathering together for real knife and real gun training, he felt a little uncomfortable. He also wanted to pick up the real knife and the real gun and play with it fiercely. Unfortunately, I don't know why. Since he officially joined Dr. Mo, Dr. Mo has strictly forbidden him from touching these things, and did not allow him to go to other teachers to learn other martial arts, saying that it would hinder the progress of his practice.

Therefore, Han Li can only be greedy. Occasionally, in private, he can borrow a few blades from a few good friends, dance back and forth, and have a good time.

Really, what's so good about this set of tricks you practice? Until now, I don't see what it is for. The other disciples who started together are getting more and more powerful. They can learn martial arts for thousands of miles a day, but they are still in place, and they can't see any change at all.

Even Zhang Tie, who has only practiced the "like armor skill" for two months, has become rough and thick-skinned and more likely to be beaten, and his strength is much greater than before.

But if I hadn't been admitted to Dr. Mo, I might not have been able to pass the test of the registered disciple two months ago, let alone stay on the mountain. I can send so much money home.

If you can't learn anything else, don't learn it!

Han Li was comforting himself while complaining in his stomach.

Han Li took his eyes back from a distance. His heart was still muttering, but his spirit was even more distracted. His absent-minded eyes looked at both sides of the path, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

Suddenly, Han Li took a breath of cold air, his expression became strange, and then almost grinned behind his ear. He squatted down reflexively, pressed his right toe with both hands, and then lay half on the grass in pain. This sudden sharp pain knocked Han Li down. His face turned a little pale, and a piercing pain came from time to time from his to time.

It seems that I kicked a very hard stone in the pile of leaves.

Han Liqi got up and hugged the neck of his feet with both hands. On the one hand, he subconsciously blew his injured toes through the cloth shoes on his feet. On the other hand, he secretly worried about whether he would be seriously injured and whether his toe would suddenly become bloody, thus affecting his daily routine. Go.

After a long time, Han Li eased the pain. He raised his neck and looked around the pile of leaves near his feet, trying to find out the culprit of this great crime.

The leaves scattered on the ground around are the same monotonous color - withered yellow, and I can't find the target I want to find from those messy piles of leaves.

Han Li frowned, scratched the ground randomly with his hand, grabbed a relatively thick and long branch, stood up carefully.

Then, as if unwilling, he pulled the branches in his hand into the thick pile of leaves around him.

Huh! A fist-sized thing was picked out by a branch.

Han Li looked carefully. The culprit who caused his glorious injury was a round bottle-shaped item with a slender neck. The surface of the bottle was covered with dirt and completely turned earthy gray, and the original color could not be seen.

Originally, Han Li thought it was a small porcelain bottle, but when he got it in his hand, he found that the weight was wrong, heavy and very heavy.

It's made of metal, right? No wonder this thing is not big, but it hurts so much to hit your feet, but it is rare to see bottles made of metal.

Han Li is now interested in this small bottle and forgets the pain in his feet for a moment.

Rubbing the soil on the bottleneck with my hand, the original color of the bottle was revealed. The green is very beautiful. There are also some exquisite, dark green leaf-like patterns on the surface of the bottle. There is a small bottle cap at the top that tightly seals the mouth of the bottle.

There won't be anything in it. I put the bottle to my ear with my hand and shook it gently, but I couldn't feel anything shaking inside.

I put my hand on the bottle cap and tried to swir it hard, but it didn't move.

Han Li became more curious and was about to take the next step when suddenly, a sharp pain came from his feet.

It's broken! How could I forget that my feet still have the adverse consequences caused by close contact with this thing.

I suffered this injury. It seems that I can't go to Zhang Tie's place. I'd better go back to my residence first, take some wound medicine, and then think about the small bottle I got by accident.

Thinking of this, in order to prevent others from seeing it, Han Li didn't think it was too dirty, so he put the bottle in his arms, turned his head, and limped back.