Chapter 9 Interception
"Oh no! Did something really happen to Han Li?" Zhang Tie was shocked. Thinking back over the years, Han Li had always lived under Zhang Tie's protection, like a second-generation immortal who was ignorant of the sufferings of the world.

Zhang Tie didn't have time to think about it and ran quickly towards the place Han Li mentioned.

At this time, Han Li was on the run. He was seen madly practicing the Flying Goose Technique while stuffing elixirs into his mouth.

Behind him were five casual Qi-training practitioners whose cultivation levels were around the tenth level. One of them was wearing a Taoist robe. They were the Taoist Qingwen and others that Han Li had met in the past few days.

However, this time the one chasing Han Li was also a black-clothed monk who had reached the thirteenth level of Qi training. The black-clothed monk was extremely fast and was able to catch up with Han Li almost instantly.

However, Han Li was able to dodge narrowly every time by relying on his own physical skills. It was obvious that Han Li, who was becoming more and more embarrassed, could not hide for long.

Seeing the black-robed monk approaching him, Han Li's face became paler and paler, but he gradually calmed down because he knew that panicking would only make him die faster!

Han Li was still hunted down by Wu Jiuzhi and Taoist Qingwen as before, but this time, since Han Li had not experienced the "training" of Doctor Mo, Han Li was not as cautious as before. Not only did he expose the flying sword talisman given to him by Zhang Tie and the elixir he made himself, he also revealed the existence of Zhang Tie.

This turned the original two-person chase into five people, and one of them had even reached the Perfect Qi Training Stage. However, perhaps because Zhang Tie did not tell Han Li that he had already established his foundation, these people might not have dared to attack Han Li.

Despite this, Han Li still displayed the characteristics of Old Demon Han, and he actually managed to survive until now against five high-level Qi training cultivators. If it weren't for a black-clothed cultivator who had completed Qi training, Han Li might have been killed by now.

"Why are you trying to kill me?" Han Li was now in a desperate situation. Five people slowly surrounded him. One of the men in yellow said, "If you want to know, wait for your next life!"

Instantly, spells of different colors came at Han Li all at once. The overwhelming energy made Han Li feel cold all over. "Am I going to die?"

At this moment, Han Li saw a familiar figure flying towards him, and then ten golden shields were put on him one after another.

I saw a huge golden magic sword crashing into the torrent of magic spells in front of me at an extremely fast speed. Those colorful spells instantly melted in front of the golden sword like snow under the scorching sun, and the four figures behind it also melted at the same time.

The four high-level Qigong cultivators who had cornered Han Li were turned into dust without even being able to utter a word. Only the black-robed cultivator who had perfected Qigong barely survived, but he was also severely injured.

"Han Li, are you okay?" Zhang Tie ignored the cultivator. To be honest, Zhang Tie was also shocked by his own golden swordsmanship this time. He had prepared fireball skills and some talismans, but he didn't expect that he would be wiped out by just one sword.

“Even if I learn the ordinary golden sword technique to perfection, it won’t be like this. I didn’t expect that the runes can increase the power of the spell!” Zhang Tie thought to himself.

"I'm fine, Brother Zhang." Han Li, who was wearing ten layers of diamond talismans, stood up and said to Zhang Tie, "But the black-robed monk is not dead yet!" Han Li looked at the dying black-robed monk with a worried look. This was the first time Han Li felt the crisis of life and death, which severely hurt his young heart. He was still afraid at this moment. Moreover, Zhang Tie's shocking sword shocked Han Li badly. Looking at such a powerful Zhang Tie, Han Li wished he would never leave Zhang Tie's side.

"That's good. I'll leave the black-robed monk to you. You must have used up all the magic weapons on you. Keep all the things on him. Also, don't run around during this period. Wait until I refine some powerful defensive talismans before you come out."

Then Zhang Tie seemed to have thought of something, staring into Han Li's eyes and said, "Don't worry about the talismans, magic tools, etc. Remember, you are my brother Zhang Tie, don't be afraid to spend resources, these things are easy to get with your talent, but if you lose your life, everything will be gone. Saving your life is the most important thing!"

Han Li was so moved at this moment that he nodded quickly and secretly swore in his heart that he would never go out recently. He must be cautious again and again!
Remembering what Zhang Tie had just told him, Han Li decisively took out the small sword talisman that had one chance left to use, and with the ten-layer Vajra Talisman, he rushed towards the dying black-robed monk.

The black-robed monk looked at Han Li, who had a ten-layer Vajra Talisman, and saw that he was still using a flying sword talisman against a dying monk like him. He originally wanted to make one last effort, but now he felt desperate and tired.

In the following days, Han Li practiced even harder. Apart from giving Zhang Tie some spiritual herbs from time to time, he never went out.

As for Zhang Tie, he used spiritual medicines to exchange a lot of resources for Han Li. Zhang Tie was different from Han Li. With his cultivation level in the early stage of foundation building, it was not a big pressure for him to exchange resources with spiritual medicines that were less than a thousand years old. However, Zhang Tie was also afraid of trouble, so he found a place to practice drawing talismans.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Tie sat cross-legged on a cushion full of spiritual energy. The cushion was surrounded by magic arrays, which quickly attracted the spiritual energy from all around.

Under such a rich spiritual energy, the cultivation speed of ordinary Qigong practitioners is estimated to be several times faster. However, Zhang Tie on the mat frowned, then waved his hand, and the formation pattern on the mat darkened.

This cushion was obtained when Zhang Tie was ambushed by a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building when he was exchanging thousand-year-old spiritual medicine for a magic weapon for the first time. However, since then, Zhang Tie no longer dared to exchange thousand-year-old spiritual medicine for resources even in this remote place.

“It is really difficult to break through from the early stage of foundation building to the middle stage,” Zhang Tie shook his head. Since he broke through to the foundation building stage, the resources required for the breakthrough have become more and more. Drawing talismans alone can’t keep up with his consumption.

It turns out that improving cultivation is not that simple. Zhang Tie was a little disappointed, but then he cheered up again. His talisman-making skills became more and more proficient, and he has reached the master level!

In the past six years, in addition to practicing, Zhang Tie has been studying the art of talisman making. Now, all the spells he knows can be made by him easily.

(End of this chapter)