I didn't know what a wisp of gray air was.

Now I feel it, and I have gained it.

Han Dong's face did not change, and he sent away the high-ranking military general Zhou Zhanpeng as usual, and returned home slowly, ate two mouthfuls of food, and finally sat on the edge of the bed in the bedroom.

Click.

The clock turns gently and makes a subtle sound.

In the bedroom, there was an unusually quiet and warm picture, Xiao Qian lay on the sky blue bed regardless of the image, and straightened her white and white little short legs.

Han Dong sat on the other side of the bed, thinking secretly.

"Ancient throwing knives?"

"I've been exposed to some swords and halberds in the past, but there are basically no gray air currents. Even if it is implied, it is only a hint. ”

There are many differences between a trace and a wisp.

The three flying knives in the cloth bag are rusty, and the sharp blades have long disappeared in the vicissitudes of life, and even the handle has been damaged, making people feel the traces of time.

"Whew. ”

Han Dong exhaled lightly.

When his right palm touched the ancient flying knife, his face seemed to be emotional, his eyes seemed to be reminiscing, but his heart was full of turbulence.

Joy and anger are invisible, but the heart is hardly calm.

At this moment.

Under the bedroom light, between the quiet atmosphere, Han Dong clearly perceived the gray-white air flow hidden in the ancient flying knife, as if a large number of fibers were combined, like the entanglement of cotton wool and silk, as if it was an unprecedented wisp of gray airflow.

This gray air flow seems to be a huge collection of traces.

The illusory space located inside the flying knife, the gray and white air flow is swirling, flowing endlessly, and the implication is particularly thick, and the structure is no longer simple, but tends to organize a complex chain.

"A wisp?"

"Why haven't you encountered it before?"

Han Dong's face was as usual, but his thoughts were spinning and he made up his mind.

Suck and suck!

And first blend into a wisp of gray air to test the effect.

Crash!

The three wisps of gray air inside the three flying knives were unpredictable, fleeting, and instantly melted into the body.

People are always in awe of the unknown.

Confronting the mystery, people often generate curiosity.

As early as when he first came into contact with the gray air current, because this was Han Dong's hope, his expectations and longings were far stronger than worries and doubts.

But now something has changed.

"I am already in the realm of a world-class martial general, and I can even fight against ordinary martial arts sects when I activate the mad demon state. Han Dong closed his eyes and leaned against the wall: "I just hope that there will be no evil effects." ”

His concern is not unreasonable.

The form of the three wisps of gray-white air flow is like a delicately constructed gray-white cotton wool, which is not the same as a concise and clear trace of gray-white airflow.

When he got used to a trace of gray airflow, another form of gray-white airflow appeared, which really made Han Dong feel restless, and he couldn't help but guess a lot, and his thoughts ran to the limit.

"Hmm. ”

"I can feel it...... The physical fitness is a little stronger. Whether it is the muscles, bones, meridians, or blood muscles, they are all strengthening!"

This time, he was completely relieved.

Three wisps of gray air flow are about the same as the effect of thousands of gray air currents. Although the form is more mysterious, the specific effect is the same as before, but the miraculous effect is more obvious.

"Put the bag down first. ”

Han Dong opened his black and white eyes, put the cloth bag in the desk, and locked it by the way to prevent Xiao Qian from taking out the flying knife to play with it and hurt herself.

As a matter of fact.

No matter how precious the flying knife was, he didn't care about it.

The really important and precious place lies in these three gray and white air currents. Since March last year, I have been searching for gray air currents for almost a year, but for the first time, I have noticed a gray air flow.

"It's obvious. ”

"The essence of the gray air flow is still the same, there is no difference. It is estimated that the huge difference in quality has led to a difference in morphology. ”

A wisp of gray air, the miraculous effect is stronger!

Moreover, Han Dong noticed that his eyesight and ear power seemed to be a little stronger than before. But he didn't care, the increase in physical fitness will definitely lead to the improvement of his senses.

"Still. ”

"The throwing knife used to fight the demons and monsters has a gray airflow, and it is very different from the antique artifacts before it. ”

Han Dong pondered for a moment, slightly enlightened.

If the conditions for the generation of gray air currents are the ups and downs of history and the twists and turns of fate, the changing experience of the martial arts world must be higher than the real world, because the martial arts world has incredible mysterious powers.

So.

A wisp of gray air, that is, an item that carries the twists and turns of fate in the martial arts world?

"Alas. ”

After sorting out all his thoughts, Han Dong opened the curtains and looked at the dark building opposite, his inner emotions suddenly became a little complicated and indescribable.

He was thinking.

Master Ning Moli should have been aware of his secrets.

He tempered and tortured himself in every way, gave himself rich resources for martial arts, created a good environment for martial arts training, and used his name to deter some hidden covetousness.

"Alas. ”

Han Dong sighed and turned off the bedroom light.

There is such a master, I don't know whether it is good or bad. But it is undeniable that without Ning Moli, there would be no self today.

......

Time passes, like water.

Winter winds swept across the land.

For the Chinese student body and a small number of teachers, it is a long and short winter vacation, and they either travel around, or enjoy the vacation time, and do what they want to do.

Ding dong.

There are two more QQ messages on the screen.

Zhang Hao sent a picture of a little cat shivering: "It's cooling, it's so cold{(>_<)}"

"Then remember to wear more. Han Dong picked up his mobile phone and asked, "Don't you have heating at home?" ”

Zhang Hao was a little grief-stricken: "How many times have you asked, you hit me whining." ”

The summer is fine, but the cold and bitter winter really highlights the huge difference between the north and the south of China. The city of Linhe is on the southerly side of the north-south border, and there is no heating, so even at home, you have to wear thick cotton clothes.

After a while.

Click.

Zhang Hao took a picture of the lower half of his body, wearing a blanket, white velvet cotton slippers, and dark cotton pants, outlining the well-proportioned leg curve, and you can see the fair-skinned ankles.

"See. ”

The girl said sullenly: "You are as warm as spring in Suhe, and I wrapped my little quilt tightly in Linhe, shivering." ”

"Huh?" Han Dong was surprised: "I bought you two winter heaters, and you haven't received them yet?"

"When?"

Zhang Hao lifted the small quilt and was hit by surprise.

Her beautiful eyes were firmly fixed on the QQ interface, the corners of her lips pursed with shy joy, and she had both longing and expectation in her heart, as well as reserved happiness.

Four or five seconds later.

Han Dong sent a voice and said confusedly: "I bought it last week, and the SF Express expedited logistics information has already shown that it has been signed, I thought you had been using it." ”

"Huh?"

Zhang Hao was a little dazed.

In an instant, she suddenly pushed the door out, twisted for a while, looked at her father Zhang Luoyu sitting on the sofa, and asked Ai Ai, "Dad, where is the courier he sent me?"

"I don't know. Zhang Luoyu snorted.

"Dear Dad, what about your precious daughter's delivery. "Zhang Hao sold a little cute.

Alas.

Zhang Luoyu put down the book and pointed to the retreat outside the living room window.

......

Meanwhile.

Han Dong also walked out of the door and stood in front of the unit door.

Buzzing.

A car, parked in front of him.

The car window fell, revealing Ning Moli's wrinkled old face, full of ruthless indifference, raising his drooping eyelids, rendering the palpitations of the fierce beast's open eyes.

"Get in the car. ”

"We ...... Back to the Castle Peak Sect. ”