In the blink of an eye, two days have passed.

Taking advantage of his free time, Han Dong seized all the time to adapt to the cohesive power of Yipin.

If you can't completely run in the new strength, you have to be careful in your daily life. It can be a mistake that can cause damage.

Such as...... Click!

Han Dong looked at the stainless steel nail clippers in his palm, which had been cut in two at the moment, and the fracture was in an uneven state.

"The power of cohesion is too strong. ”

He shook his head, threw the broken nail clippers into the trash, and took a deep breath: "I can feel the strength in my body, increasing all the time, as if it never ends. ”

This is exactly the characteristic of Yipin.

The second-grade grade sharpens the strength in the body to the limit, and the qi and blood in the body are boiled to the apex.

Therefore, after reaching a product, it is to increase the strength that cannot be increased and the qi and blood that cannot be increased are coagulated with each other, and the process is relatively long, not overnight.

In other words. ”

"When the strength and qi and blood have come to an end, and there is no road ahead, it is necessary to sublimate and form an internal force, so as to open up a new path. ”

Han Dong was thoughtful.

In this way, whether the foundation of the second product is strong or not determines the strength of the first product.

And the foundation of his second product can be said to be above the limit, so the first product must be extremely strong.

Click.

Han Dong shook his palm, his eyes flickered, and he suddenly felt an inexplicable confidence, maybe he could crush the reinforced concrete of the building.

"I can't think of it. ”

"At the beginning, behind the ruined wall, I witnessed the force of the fist that could blow it up. Now, I'm about to have that incredible power, or at least no longer a distant target. ”

Smack.

Smack.

Han Dong sighed with emotion, looked around his small bedroom, and the rotation of his body drove the operation of the condensation force, as if a beast had awakened.

After a product, the world is very different.

Desktop computer on desk, buzzing. The clock on the wall, clattering and turning. So much so that the sounds of children in the community are all clear to the ears.

It's unimaginable.

His sensitive senses give him a more nuanced world.

Suddenly, the shouts of her mother Chen Shu sounded outside the door, and Xiao Qian's melodious laughter like a silver bell, and it was finally time for lunch.

"Go out to eat first. Han Dong pushed the door and walked out.

......

on the dining table.

Chen Shu was wearing a homestay sleeve, and smiled warmly: "Your father is busy with the supermarket business, and he has been busy in the past two days, let's eat first and leave him alone." ”

"What are you busy with?" Han Dong said in surprise.

Since the day before yesterday, the properties under Hongshi's name have been counted, and through the witness of Lu Zhengyang and two other warriors, all of them have been transferred to his own name.

And the government side.

All the high-powered leaders have basically learned that a new martial artist has appeared in Suhe City-Ning Moli's disciple, Han Dong!

Even if he is still a product, but force determines everything.

Killing the martial artist Hongshi head-on, on a par with the martial artist Lu Zhengyang, is the best proof.

All in all, Han Dong thinks that no one should dare to find trouble in his father Han Wenzhi's business, even if some low-level leaders who are not qualified to know their identities have Dong Ouhan's greeting to put an end to the problem.

Come to think of it.

A hint of coldness flashed in Han Dong's eyes.

As a martial artist, he has an industry of about 100 million yuan under his name, and he is no longer the ordinary high school student who was confused when he heard about the government's detention, as if he was in power, and his majesty was unpredictable.

Hey?

Chen Shu, who was sitting opposite, looked at her carefully.

She involuntarily put down her chopsticks, only to feel that a palpitating chill suddenly flashed on her son Xiaodong's body, like a boulder pressing on her heart, heavy.

"Xiaodong. ”

Chen Shu thought this was an illusion, so she didn't care, picked up the chopsticks and sandwiched two slices of potatoes for Han Dong: "I don't know what's going on in the past two days, the government is going to give your dad a commendation." ”

"Oh?" Han Dong blinked.

"It's about what makes a good individual business. Chen Shu swallowed a mouthful of rice, glanced at her son who was nothing, and was a little speechless.

Apparently.

She always felt that this was not normal, it was estimated that it was related to her son Han Dong, or more precisely, it should be related to that old Mr. Ning.

A smile appeared on Han Dong's face: "Mom, let's eat first." ”

"You kid. Chen Shu was deeply touched by the changes in and out of the home, but she didn't know where to start: "Mom really doesn't understand, it's just an apprentice, how can that old Mr. Ning have such a huge impact." ”

Han Dong smiled slightly.

Fortunately, Shizun has shown his face twice, otherwise it would be difficult for him to explain these changes.

The iron rules of the martial arts world, the moody Ning Moli must abide by them, let alone himself who has just stepped into the martial arts world. If the truth is revealed, he is a capital crime, and his family is also a capital crime.

Sometimes it's better not to know the truth.

In this world, there is no harvest for no reason, there must be corresponding pay. While they enjoy privileged resources, they also have to pay the price of life and death.

Opposite the round table.

Chen Shu glanced at her son and shook her head.

It can be seen that Han Dong also seems to have a bitterness that he can't tell, based on the trust-based education concept, Chen Shu just sighed: "Mom doesn't ask you too much." It's just that life has changed too much, and your dad can't stop muttering in the past two days, we're thinking...... Are you planning to enter politics, son?"

Han Dong was stunned.

Politics?

Where did this idea come from?

Chen Shu explained: "Your master is well-read and knowledgeable, and he must be a retired leader in Jiangnan Province, don't you have any plans for this?"

"It's early. Han Dong shook his head and smiled.

"It's okay, it's not too late to think about it when you graduate. But mom has to remind you that it's best to think it through in advance. Alright, let's eat first. Chen Shu gave Xiao Qian, who was left out in the cold, two vegetable leaves.

Xiao Qian sat alone next to her, her eyes widening.

I couldn't understand the conversation between my mother and my brother, but when I saw the vegetable leaves falling in my small bowl, the little face that was gnawing on the bones froze suddenly: "Mom, Xiaoqian doesn't want green things." ”

"No, you have to eat leafy greens. Chen Shu said.

"Brother. ”

Xiao Qian pursed her lips, let go of the round bones, pitiful, and asked Han Dong for help.

"Don't be a picky eater. Han Dong said with a smile.

Hum!

Xiao Qian glared angrily at the vegetable leaves in the small bowl, as if she was staring at the enemy who shared the sky.

At this moment, Han Dong sat on the side of the round table, sometimes looking at his sister Xiaoqian, sometimes chatting with his mother Chen Shu, and his heart was filled with the taste of happiness.

Meanwhile.

He secretly felt that the cohesive force of the first product in his body was constantly growing and becoming stronger, and when the strength and qi and blood were completely fused, it was the time when the internal force was formed, and it was also the moment when he was promoted to a martial artist.

"By the end of the year, reach a product?"

"Shizun is too underestimated of me, I'm afraid that before the end of the year, I will become a martial artist. Han Dong gulped down the hot rice, his mind determined.

Dingding.

Occasionally, there is the sound of wooden chopsticks tapping on a porcelain plate.

Han Dong glanced at Xiao Qian, who was looking up at her little face, and was about to speak, but an old voice came into his ears: "Good apprentice, the teacher has just returned, you should come to see me quickly." ”

Master?

Master's voice!

......

The house where Ning Moli lives is a three-bedroom and two-living room structure.

In this community, it belongs to the largest unit type. Housing prices are also relatively expensive, but they are really nothing for a warrior.

Inside the living room.

Ning Moli was dressed in a dark old leather coat as usual, sitting on the sofa, and glanced at Han Dong, who had just entered the door, with a trace of satisfaction in his eyes.

In Han Dong's body, he saw the hope of the prosperity of the sect.

"Good apprentice. ”

Ning Moli lit a cigarette and said with an unprecedented smile: "The nine grades of martial arts are only the grades that build the foundation, and they belong to the foundation of the arts. Above the nine grades, there are the three realms of martial arts, and they are also the true realms of martial arts. ”

"Three realms?" Han Dong's eyes flashed.

"Don't worry, you sit down first. For the teacher, I will instill relevant common sense in detail. Ning Moli waved his hand, his wrinkled old face filled with warmth.

Han Dong couldn't help but shudder.

Ning Moli with this appearance is really rare.

But Rao was like this, he didn't indulge in wantonness, he couldn't get carried away, and hurriedly sat on the sofa on Ning Moli's side.

Sizzle.

Ning Moli took a puff of cigarette, spit out the smoke, and said with a light smile: "The three realms of martial arts are martial artists, military generals, and martial arts sects. For example, that Hongshi is a lower-level martial artist, and then the upper is the middle and high-level. Lu Zhengyang is a median martial artist, and he is only one step away from a high-ranking martial artist. ”

Lower, middle, high?

Han Dong's mind turned, and he secretly estimated that with his current strength, he might be able to compete with a mid-level martial artist. If you activate the mad state, you can kill it even more.

So.

He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Master, what realm are you?"

Sizzle.

Ning Moli's folded old face tugged, his kind expression turned indifferent, and he said leisurely: "As a teacher, he is now a martial sect, a high-ranking martial sect." ”