Self-created martial arts have always been the patent of the bigwigs, and it is impossible to make such a great thing as self-created martial arts if the comprehension of their own martial arts is not up to standard, and the understanding of martial arts is not advanced enough.

Jiang Han is not qualified, at best, he is just combining the strength of the two attributes to attack it, and it does not involve any changes in the meridians and strength.

Time is the most precious thing in the world, and the more precious things are, the more difficult it is to grasp in your hands.

Jiang Han exhaled, jumped down from the bamboo building, and landed steadily. Turning his head to look at the half-round sun on the horizon.

The dungeon, open tomorrow!

The place of opening is not a short distance from the cold village, so they need to hurry, or it won't be long before they can set off.

Mu Qing and the others had been planning for a long time, but only six or seven people actually went to the underground palace, which had to be the premise of adding Jiang Han.

At the gate of Hanqi Village, Jiang Han looked at Bai Yan who was standing beside Mu Qing with a constipated expression.

"What are you going to do with it, and you feel that your injuries are swollen when you can recover?"

After nearly ten days of cultivation, Bai Yan's complexion has improved a lot, and her little face has become a little bloody and ruddy.

However, the qi and blood are still very weak, if you insist on making a comparison, then Bai Yan's blood and qi before the recurrence of the old injury are complete, like a long river of endless waves. Then now it has become a stream, and it is even inferior, and the qi and blood are extremely weak, and it is estimated that it is a little stronger than a normal adult man.

Running to the underground palace in this state is no different from looking for death.

Bai Yan picked up the green silk on her sideburns, and said to Jiang Han in a gentle tone: "Southern Xinjiang is so big, I want to go and see it." ”

Jiang Han: (¬_¬)

"You've seen too many jokes, haven't you?"

"There are either mountains or snow in the whole southern Xinjiang, and your brain is pumping?"

In the face of Jiang Han's complaints, Bai Yan's face did not change, but she was extremely serious and said: "There is still a dungeon in southern Xinjiang. ”

"Do you have to go?" Jiang Han frowned slightly, looked at Bai Yan, and asked.

In fact, he already has the answer in his heart, Bai Yan himself is a person who says nothing, and now he has no choice but to go to the underground palace.

"Hmm. Bai Yan nodded and said, "Senior Mu has said it,"

Self-created martial arts have always been the patent of the bigwigs, and it is impossible to make such a great thing as self-created martial arts if the comprehension of their own martial arts is not up to standard, and the understanding of martial arts is not advanced enough.

Jiang Han is not qualified, at best, he is just combining the strength of the two attributes to attack it, and it does not involve any changes in the meridians and strength.

Time is the most precious thing in the world, and the more precious things are, the more difficult it is to grasp in your hands.

Jiang Han exhaled, jumped down from the bamboo building, and landed steadily. Turning his head to look at the half-round sun on the horizon.

The dungeon, open tomorrow!

The place of opening is not a short distance from the cold village, so they need to hurry, or it won't be long before they can set off.

Mu Qing and the others had been planning for a long time, but only six or seven people actually went to the underground palace, which had to be the premise of adding Jiang Han.

At the gate of Hanqi Village, Jiang Han looked at Bai Yan who was standing beside Mu Qing with a constipated expression.

"What are you going to do with it, and you feel that your injuries are swollen when you can recover?"

After nearly ten days of cultivation, Bai Yan's complexion has improved a lot, and her little face has become a little bloody and ruddy.

However, the qi and blood are still very weak, if you insist on making a comparison, then Bai Yan's blood and qi before the recurrence of the old injury are complete, like a long river of endless waves. Then now it has become a stream, and it is even inferior, and the qi and blood are extremely weak, and it is estimated that it is a little stronger than a normal adult man.

Running to the underground palace in this state is no different from looking for death.

Bai Yan picked up the green silk on her sideburns, and said to Jiang Han in a gentle tone: "Southern Xinjiang is so big, I want to go and see it." ”

Jiang Han: (¬_¬)

"You've seen too many jokes, haven't you?"

"There are either mountains or snow in the whole southern Xinjiang, and your brain is pumping?"

In the face of Jiang Han's complaints, Bai Yan's face did not change, but she was extremely serious and said: "There is still a dungeon in southern Xinjiang. ”

"Do you have to go?" Jiang Han frowned slightly, looked at Bai Yan, and asked.

In fact, he already has the answer in his heart, Bai Yan himself is a person who says nothing, and now he has no choice but to go to the underground palace.

"Hmm. Bai Yan nodded and said, "Senior Mu has said it,"

Self-created martial arts have always been the patent of the bigwigs, and it is impossible to make such a great thing as self-created martial arts if the comprehension of their own martial arts is not up to standard, and the understanding of martial arts is not advanced enough.

Jiang Han is not qualified, at best, he is just combining the strength of the two attributes to attack it, and it does not involve any changes in the meridians and strength.

Time is the most precious thing in the world, and the more precious things are, the more difficult it is to grasp in your hands.

Jiang Han exhaled, jumped down from the bamboo building, and landed steadily. Turning his head to look at the half-round sun on the horizon.

The dungeon, open tomorrow!

The place of opening is not a short distance from the cold village, so they need to hurry, or it won't be long before they can set off.

Mu Qing and the others had been planning for a long time, but only six or seven people actually went to the underground palace, which had to be the premise of adding Jiang Han.

At the gate of Hanqi Village, Jiang Han looked at Bai Yan who was standing beside Mu Qing with a constipated expression.

"What are you going to do with it, and you feel that your injuries are swollen when you can recover?"

After nearly ten days of cultivation, Bai Yan's complexion has improved a lot, and her little face has become a little bloody and ruddy.

However, the qi and blood are still very weak, if you insist on making a comparison, then Bai Yan's blood and qi before the recurrence of the old injury are complete, like a long river of endless waves. Then now it has become a stream, and it is even inferior, and the qi and blood are extremely weak, and it is estimated that it is a little stronger than a normal adult man.

Running to the underground palace in this state is no different from looking for death.

Bai Yan picked up the green silk on her sideburns, and said to Jiang Han in a gentle tone: "Southern Xinjiang is so big, I want to go and see it." ”

Jiang Han: (¬_¬)

"You've seen too many jokes, haven't you?"

"There are either mountains or snow in the whole southern Xinjiang, and your brain is pumping?"

In the face of Jiang Han's complaints, Bai Yan's face did not change, but she was extremely serious and said: "There is still a dungeon in southern Xinjiang. ”

"Do you have to go?" Jiang Han frowned slightly, looked at Bai Yan, and asked.

In fact, he already has the answer in his heart, Bai Yan himself is a person who says nothing, and now he has no choice but to go to the underground palace.

"Hmm. Bai Yan nodded and said, "Senior Mu has said it,"

(End of chapter)