Inside the mine in Yangnan Township.

It seems that there is a strong miniature earthquake here, the mud and rocks are scattered countless times, and most of the steel equipment under construction is broken and broken, glass shards are spilled on the ground, and the steel fracture gaps reveal a sharp cold light.

Whew.

An even wheez.

With this long and calm breathing sound, Han Dong, who was wearing blue short sleeves, slowly stood up straight and looked down.

The black fog ghost has dissipated.

With the three divine techniques, as well as the incomparably strong liquid internal force, he killed him on the spot. Although the meaning of the magic at the level of the gods is meaningless to the general-level ghosts.

But.

The Divine Technique can increase the power of liquid internal force!

In addition, between the fights, the inspiration flickered, and with the help of painting mountain piles, Han Dong naturally killed a general-level ghost.

"It's a pity. ”

"If you practice the first mountain realm of painting mountain piles, I am afraid that you will be able to crush its ghost body in an instant. After this time, I had to practice drawing stumps as well. ”

Standing in place, Han Dong thought secretly.

These days, I mainly practiced the technique of flying three thousand, and finally pushed it to the level of devotion. It is the same as the torrential rain and the southern expedition of thousands of miles, all of which are out of the mind.

"But for now—"

"It's just a little worse than just reaching the magic of the gods. You still have to reach the level of the art of incarnation. ”

The preliminary operation is to enter the room.

To be proficient in the arts is to be proficient.

Then there is the art of rejuvenation, and then there is the level of incarnation. As for the level of unity, Han Dong has not considered it for the time being.

Cover the world, comprehend the magic.

Correspondingly, the realm of the world-famous martial artist should comprehend the art of transformation.

But.

Even if Han Dong has not yet comprehended the art of incarnation, he is still a warrior of the world - because he has inspiration!

"Hmm. ”

Han Dong let out a low groan and lowered his head to look at his palms.

I saw a faint light on the palm prints, which was the residual manifestation after the explosion of liquid internal force, and after a while, the light completely converged.

"That's a problem. ”

"Maybe it's time to find a technique to store internal strength inside the body, and you can't be tied up every time you burst out with all your strength. He squinted his eyes and thought secretly, but suddenly heard a faint grinding sound.

Who!?

Wang Taoming!

A trace of fierceness flashed in Han Dong's eyes, and he crossed a distance of more than 20 meters in three or two steps, as if flying feathers were shooting across the air, not giving Wang Taoming a chance to escape at all.

Smack.

Smack.

Han Dong stood on the mud and stone floor, quietly looking at Wang Taoming who was leaning on the construction equipment: "Why do you want to harm us?"

Silent.

Deathly silence.

After a while, Wang Taoming coughed and said in a low voice: "Because my son is there." ”

"Oh. ”

Han Dong responded.

Immediately, the searchlight shone down, Wang Taoming raised his frightened and panicked face little by little, looked at Han Dong as if pleading, and begged for mercy.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you. ”

"But I can't help myself, and besides, none of you are dead...... Yes, you are not dead, I am willing to be punished, and I am willing to bear all the consequences. ”

His lips trembled, and he hastened to explain his reasoning.

He tried to persuade Han Dong to dispel the angry and murderous intent in his heart, after all, Han Dong was just a martial arts student, and no matter how strong his strength was, his temperament couldn't keep up.

Maybe my heart is soft, and I can really let myself go.

"Where's your son? Han Dong asked.

"My son should be in the mine, five hundred meters deeper. Wang Taoming swallowed his saliva and saw the hope of survival.

"Aside from us, how many martial artists have you killed?" Han Dong continued to ask.

“......”

Wang Taoming didn't speak, and pursed his jerky lips.

In fact, this was the last time he helped the Black Mist Ghost to do things, because in the nearby area, the warriors Wang Taoming knew had basically died here.

Therefore.

Wang Taoming chose to release the task.

It's just that he didn't expect that Shang Hua is a military general realm, even if Han Dong in front of him also has the martial arts realm, it is incredible.

Those rays of light—

It should be a liquid internal force!

As if he was struggling psychologically, Wang Taoming slowly spoke: "Actually, I haven't died much, this is the second time I've led a martial artist here." Moreover, the previous batch of warriors were all ruthless and vicious people, and they often persecuted ordinary people...... Really, you have to trust me. ”

"I swear. ”

"If you are lucky enough to survive, you must admit your guilt. ”

Wang Taoming swallowed his dry saliva and stared at Han Dong's indifferent face.

Now, you can't kill me!

What he said would definitely make Han Dong understand that those martial artists were all damned people who had committed many crimes, and it was estimated that Han Dong, who was only a martial arts student, would also reduce some of his righteous and awe-inspiring killing intent.

Alas.

Han Dong sighed and stared at Wang Taoming.

"What's the point of saying this?"

"I don't care how many innocent warriors you've killed, no matter what your reasons are, and I don't want to know your predicament. All I know is ...... You want me dead. ”

As soon as the words came out.

Wang Taoming was stunned when he landed.

A cold and deep chill spread from his heart to his whole body, in fact, he was ready to face death. But when I really faced the moment of death, I still felt a sense of panic that broke my heart and liver.

Who is not afraid of death?

At least Wang Taoming thinks that everyone is afraid of death!

"No, no!"

"You have to be considerate of a father's responsibility, I can't help myself, why can't you forgive me once!" Wang Taoming cried bitterly, and seemed to be very sincere.

Pity.

Han Dong did not feel any kindness, but there was a looming malice, which became clearer and more profound.

According to his guess, it is estimated that because the panicked sound of the ghost just now was too noisy and overlapping, Wang Taoming did not hear the fact that he was inspired, or Wang Taoming thought that he could properly control his emotions.

But Han Dong's inspiration was too strong to hide it.

"Forget it. ”

"Whatever you have to do, I don't forgive. Han Dong's face flashed with a hint of coldness, and he stepped forward and slammed into it with a lightning-like fist.

Bang!!

With the sound of broken muscles and bones, the audience roared.

Whoever tries to kill himself is an enemy. And compassion for the enemy is cruel treatment of oneself and one's loved ones.

Moreover.

Han Dong can be sure that the light of liquid internal force is ...... Wang Taoming saw it.

......

After a while.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

There was a sound of mud and stones vibrating, and it gradually approached.

Jiao Kaiying, whose face was full of tears, showed apprehension and panic in her eyes, and her heart beat as if it had reached a limit.

What's going on?

Why can't I hear the sound?

Han Dong's younger brother...... Is it already dead.

Click.

Jiao Kaiying's upper and lower teeth tapped together, shivering, but the belief in her heart drove her to continue to step forward.

Shang Hua was in the car.

Moreover, the weather outside the mine is clear, and there is blazing sunshine, if the general-level ghosts are illuminated by such sunlight, although they are not seriously injured, their strength has also decreased significantly, and it is impossible to hurt Shang Hua.

Let's go.

At least one look, one look.

Jiao Kaiying gritted her teeth, was ruthless, and rushed to the end of the mine, but was stunned to see Han Dong leading a little boy here.

"Han, Han Dong?"

She asked incredulously.

This scene, as if a dramatic picture of great impact, smashed on her head, causing Jiao Kaiying's ears to buzz, her eyes were straight, she was stunned in place, and she couldn't spit out any words at all.

"It's dead. ”

"I killed it. ”

Han Dong repeated two sentences in a row, smiling.

Hiss!

Jiao Kaiying gasped, and after the ups and downs, she was paralyzed, and suddenly knelt on the mud and rock, tears flowed out.

That's nice

They all survived.

——

The night of the day.

Today is the first of October, and the lights are brilliant outside, and there are a lot of people.

The endless stream of people strolling around the streets or stopping to watch, coupled with the fact that there are more small traders and vendors than before, fills the streets with bustling sounds.

A building in the distance.

Phew.

Jiao Kaiying was wearing long-sleeved trousers, her sleeves rolled up, quite capable, smiling at the home-cooked dish of fried meat with mushrooms, she gently pushed it with a spoon, and sometimes glanced at the living room.

There sat Shang Hua, and Han Dong.

Goo-dong.

Shang Hua drank a small cup of the second pot head of the imperial capital, and took another sip: "The wine is mellow, and the wine is strong." ”

said.

He looked at Han Dong and said, "Brother Han Dong, do you want to taste a little less?" This wine is very good, good wine, really good wine." ”

"Nope. Han Dong shook his head.

He usually doesn't drink alcohol unless he has to, such as the last college banquet.

Merely.

Han Dong was a little puzzled, reached out and picked up the wine bottle, looked at it carefully, Shang Hua's eyes on the other side lit up, and he thought that Han Dong was duplicitous.

Immediately.

A confused voice sounded: "Brother Hua, why is this wine bottle engraved with 'Suggested Retail Price of Wuhua National Currency'." ”

Han Dong doesn't drink much.

So in his impression, liquor is generally more expensive...... If you think about it, how can you get a bottle of 20 Chinese coins, right?

"Ahem. ”

Shang Hua coughed twice and hurriedly took it.

Han Dong asked, "Brother Hua, shouldn't you be a fake bar?"

？？？

Shang Hua rolled his eyes, he had never heard of the second pot head of the imperial capital? This is good wine, at least he thinks it is the best wine in the world.

Click.

Jiao Kaiying carried four plates of steaming dishes and rested them on the living room table one by one: "Come, little brother Han Dong, try my craft." ”

"Huh?"

"Shang Hua, why are you drinking again? Her eyebrows jumped, and she glared at her husband Shanghua with anger.

"Okay, just throw it. Shang Hua hurriedly threw away the wine bottle.

Boom.

The glass wine bottle drew a parabola, which happened to fall in the trash can in the living room, and it was not broken at all, and the force was precise enough to make ordinary people smack their tongues.

But the three people here are all martial arts practitioners, and no one cares.

If it is a military general, he can't even throw a wine bottle, that is ridiculous.

Opposite the dinner table.

Han Dong sighed faintly, and said speechlessly: "Brother Hua, Sister Ying, is it really appropriate for you to show affection in front of me?"

"Haha. ”

Shang Hua was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, looked at his wife Jiao Kaiying, his eyes fell on Han Dong, and he immediately stood up and bowed deeply: "Brother Han Dong, you are the benefactor of our husband and wife, thank you for your great kindness, just look for me if you have anything in the future, and be on call." ”

This sentence he spoke sonorously and forcefully.

is also a military general, and he is extremely prominent in any prefecture-level city.

Meanwhile.

"Don't talk about it, we act like we don't see anything from each other. Han Dong also hurriedly got up, supported Shang Hua, and said with a smile.

He didn't want anyone to know the truth about the internal force of the liquid.

So how did he kill that general-level ghost, he didn't say, and Shang Hua and Jiao Kaiying didn't ask. As for the news that Shang Hua had been promoted to the realm of military generals, Han Dong simply didn't know.

"Brother Hua, sit down, I still want to eat. ”

Han Dong smiled comfortably and leisurely, and the husband and wife in the inspiration had a strong and extremely kind towards him, which almost gave him an illusion of warmth.

"Okay, eat the vegetables. ”

Shang Hua he, wiped the corners of his eyes undetectably, picked up delicious dishes, and tasted familiar tastes, as if there was a warm river, flowing in his heart.

This is the taste of home.

At the same time, Han Dong also ate a little less.

Although he never eats at will outside. But the strong kindness in the inspiration, and the friendship between life and death, deserve his trust.

especially

He suddenly realized...... In the world of martial arts, there is not only the coldness of indifference to life and death, but also the fiery emotions that move the heart.

Buzzing.

The phone vibrated twice.

Han Dong took out his mobile phone and looked at it, it was the QQ message from Zhang Hao.