After a long time, Chen Han finally opened his eyes again.

The tiredness and bitterness in his eyes can be seen at a glance. I don't think anything was optimistic until now.

"No wonder this thing is so difficult, it is impossible to fuse between the true qi and the true qi and there is no slightest degree of adhesion, if it is forcibly fused, not only will the true qi get out of control, but even this part of the true qi will disappear, and it needs to be re-cultivated to replenish it."

Chen Han patted his legs, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he lowered his head and thought slowly.

Before, when he integrated his mind into his body, he had already separated a small part of his true qi, and he wanted to spread it outside his body to hurt the enemy, hoping to achieve the idea of fusing his true qi into one.

However, the imagination is extremely beautiful, but in the end, it still fails.

Although he was disappointed in his heart, Chen Han was not discouraged, if these thousands of years of problems were solved so easily by himself, it would be nonsense, are the ancient warriors a fool, in fact, in ancient times, the development of martial artists was much stronger than that of modern times.

Even in modern times, there are almost no innate realm martial artists in the city. One reason is that in addition to the loss of exercises, there is still an important reason that is the thinness of the aura of heaven and earth.

And it is also since the cataclysm, the slow recovery of the aura of heaven and earth has caused the presence of martial artists to become stronger and stronger, and now it is an indispensable and most important direction.

But even so, the problem of this true qi has not been solved, how can he be virtuous.

"The adhesion of true qi is average, if you want to accumulate more true qi, you must use the true qi to control and integrate it with your mind and mind, but in this case, not only is the quality of the true qi that enters the body later a problem, but it is unimaginable to spend the mind on it alone."

If he had been using his mind to control the fusion of the true qi in his body, and he still had to deal with the battle in the outside world over and over again, then if he didn't make a mess, Chen Han would definitely give that person a thumbs up.

This kind of dual-purpose kung fu is unknown to others, but I definitely don't have it.

Thinking of this, Chen Han could only lament that this method was really useless, in addition to the true qi nature of his own cultivation, it seemed to have a lot to do with the operation method.

From his current point of view, I am afraid that if he wants to make any progress and breakthroughs, it is really unlikely.

Chen Han opened his eyes, no longer cultivating on his knees, shook off the clothes on his body in distress, and walked to the bathroom instead, washed away the fatigue of his body, and then turned his head and slowly fell asleep on the bed.

Chen Han had a dream, in the dream, he was extremely powerful, not only the internal strength of his body was unprecedented, but also the invincible swordsmanship, just a sword, even the entire Changbai Mountain Range's huge peak was split in half by the entire sword.

And the speed is extremely terrifying, even in the morning in China, and at noon, it is on the side of Antarctica.

There are no beasts in Antarctica, and I don't know what I'm doing here.

But after a while, a large bird composed of ice crystals shattered a large piece of frost, and then appeared in the field of vision, spreading its wings, and in the dream, the big bird spat out a mouthful of blue air towards him, and he was shocked at the same time.

There was a knock on the door, waking up Chen Han who was sleeping in his dream.

When he opened his eyes, he saw not a big bird composed of ice crystals, but a wooden antique ceiling, Chen Han smiled bitterly, he shouldn't be so tired, why did he sleep so deeply, and he actually dreamed.

Although it is not uncommon to dream, it is the first time that such a bizarre dream has been made.

"Who?" After settling down, Chen Han shouted towards the door.

"Mr. Chen? It's dinner time, would you like to eat it in the lobby or will I serve it for you? ”

A strange woman's voice sounded, Chen Han raised his eyebrows, this should be the service staff in this hotel.

"Well, thank you, I'll go down on my own in a moment if I need to."

There was no sound outside the door, and the sound of footsteps faded away, and after a while, it was no longer heard.

After thinking about it, Chen Han still walked down the stairs and came to the lobby on the first floor before, due to the unique design of this house, the lobby is relatively much wider than the second floor, after all, for the martial artists who pass by, deal with backpacks and supplies, and drink a few drinks at most, but they will not stay here very much, because if you want to rest, there is not much distance to the direct jurisdiction, and you can't spend the night here.

Everyone naturally recognized the identity of the young man who went downstairs, and for a while, many people were talking.

After all, there were many people who were not present at the time, and after hearing the narration of their companions later, everyone was extremely interested in the young man in front of them.

"Captain, that's him."

On the other side, the previous big man surnamed Zhang, when he saw Chen Han with a cold expression walking down, shrunk his neck, and said to a man in his thirties on the other side.

The man flicked it, and Chen Han's white-clothed figure came into view, and there was nothing noteworthy, only the three long swords behind him were more conspicuous, because the three swords were really weird to the extreme.

One was extremely long, rusty and even a pancake with a lot of damage, and the other was ordinary, even bare, without even a sword, like a stick stuck in a scabbard.

The whole person gives people a sense of sharp edge, even if they don't speak, the whole figure will become the center of the crowd, making people always look at it involuntarily. This is the overall change in temperament that the existence of his own sword intent can create.

At this time, Chen Han was like a sharp sword pulled out of its sheath, not to mention the cold light, the edge could almost blind other people's eyes.

The corners of the young man's eyes twitched quickly, and the mustard in his heart quickly disappeared into invisibility, as far as the young man in front of him was concerned, his strength would definitely not be weaker than his own, besides, he couldn't make a mistake for a small matter that had already been solved, and he had to provoke the other party again.

Even he was very interested in the huge amount of money that Chen Han might be carrying.

Ignoring everyone's gaze, Chen Han casually found a place to sit down, casually ordered a few side dishes unique to Jiangbei, and sat on the seat, not knowing what he was thinking.

But this quiet atmosphere was destroyed in the next second.

With a muffled sound, a person's body was kicked in directly through the doorway, and he fell heavily to the ground.

(End of chapter)