Brother Han heard a 'shield array.' Although the shout was made by the other party, but in his ears, it was a signal of attack, and there was one more thing, that is, Mo Xiuyan was not there, no one could restrain him, Ma Chinese was like his grandfather, and Mo Xiuyan was like his father, these were all when he sent Ma Chinese away, Ma Chinese said to him:

"You can't trust anyone, you can only believe in Mo Xiuyan, and when I'm not there in the future, Mo Xiuyan will take care of your food and drink. ”

For eating and drinking, that's all Brother Han, when he comes to Xiuyue Villa, eating and drinking is really no longer a thing, he can eat until dark all day, no one will say about him, when he arrives at Xiuyue Villa, he only has two things, one is to eat, and the other is to play with the magic girl. After these two things are finished, there is still time, he will go to the Sword Forging Cliff, because in a Xiuyue Mountain Villa, there are only people in the Sword Forging Cliff, and there is no one in other places, and he can only find people and find the Demon Yan under the Sword Forging Cliff.

The Forging Sword Cliff has become a place for Brother Han to relax, when he saw Chen Dacheng, March, and Tie La, one by one by the thirteen people exhausted, he went on the field, no matter which kind of project and tool under the Forging Sword Cliff, for Brother Han, there is no challenge, only running and jumping, not his forte, and he has no intention of adopting those practice methods.

Thirteen Heroes did it:

"If you can count to a hundred, I won't let me knock you off, and I'll teach you how to practice under this sword-forging cliff. ”

Counting to a hundred is not knocked down, for Brother Han, the person in front of him who is so short that he is only the height of his chin actually said such a thing, for him, it is a challenge and a shame:

"Can I fight back?"

"It doesn't matter what weapon you use, I only use this bamboo pole in my hand. ”

Rushed out with a violent scream, in Buyin County, Ma Chinese never let him fight with people, of course, no one would take the initiative to find him this black big rough fight. It was a kind of loneliness, a kind of loneliness, even when he went to buy pig's head meat, the little boss who sold the meat always looked at him while cutting the meat, and sometimes, his fingers cut the meat, and he didn't know. He didn't know if it was because he was afraid of him, or because he didn't give him money, but all he knew was that Ma Wenzhong didn't let him do anything with others, and he wanted to fight, and his hands were itchy, so he went home to boulder. The little man in front of him dared to take the initiative to fight with him, this was the first time in his life.

Brother Han and Thirteen Brothers stood opposite each other, no one made a move, Thirteen Brothers let Brother Han do it first, and Brother Han asked Thirteen Brothers to do it first:

"You fight, let you fight until eighty, and then I'll do it. ”

What Brother Han thought in his heart was, let you fight to eighty, keep the last twenty numbers, and I will beat you.

The crowd had counted seventeen or eighteen······

Thirteen Yan made a move, took a step, raised the bamboo pole in his hand, and waved it diagonally, Brother Han raised his hand to block, but the bamboo pole had hit his neck, and the bamboo pole had been taken back. A bamboo pole hit the neck, and the pain made Brother Han brave, and a muffled snort came from the small stomach, and the big foot like a foot was a step, which was nearly a zhang away, and the big slap was raised, and the size of the small door board swung towards the thirteen wheels.

Under the gaze of Brother Han's big bulging eyes, one of his palms, between the swings, was hit three times in a row by the thirteen yang, first from the wrist to the fingertips on the back of the hand, the pain has not yet reached the point for him to feel, he just looked at one of his hands and shoulders, after three blows in a row, sagging again and again, until his body was about to touch the thirteen yang, he raised the hand and shoulder of the person to hit the person also hung down, the pain came too slowly, the pain in the neck only came to the mind, and it was useless to swing out the hand and shoulder of the hand, and then said that it was the other hand and shoulder of the horizontal wheel, a big swing fist, and swept towards the thirteen yang。

How Thirteen Young's feet moved, Brother Han didn't see it clearly, he just saw his sweeping punch, starting from the joint at the crook of the hand, and then being hit by the bamboo pole three times in a row, and his body was rushing forward, Thirteen Lung was never knocked down by his rapid forward rush. The great pain in his right hand at first arrived, and the swept shoulder of the hand, from the elbow to the fingertips, the pain that drilled the heart also spread throughout the body, and the pain made him jump straight up at once, and scolded in his mouth;

"It hurts to death! Muddy boy, you scoundrel, you laiskin. ”

This is Ma Chinese scolding him, he will not scold, he never needs to scold, he has always walked in front of the person he is angry at, and directly knocks him down with his body, why does he need to scold. But now he couldn't knock down the thirteen dragons, and his two hands were beaten so painfully that his feet were off the ground, and he kept jumping and screaming, so he could barely stop the pain of wandering. The hands are constantly rubbing and rubbing alternately, alleviating the pain of the double transmission in a body, and the strange screams are not stopped, and the people who are counting on the side have stopped counting, laughing and stopping, this kind of laughter makes Brother Han move forward bravely, jumping, rushing, and kicking towards the thirteen dragons with one kick, Brother Han only saw that he raised and kicked out a thigh, the knee went all the way to the toes, and was beaten a few times, he couldn't count it, only the pain in the shoulders and the anger in his heart were directing him to rush forward, how the thirteen people moved their bodies clearly, but he could clearly and vaguely see the figure of the thirteen people, just between this blur and clarity, Brother Han moved forward bravely, but every time he collided, It's all in vain, not only can't touch a little of the body, but even when I reach out to grab the bamboo pole, my palm will be beaten painfully.

When it reached thirty, Brother Han had been beaten more than thirty or forty times, and Brother Han had not been beaten so many times since he was so old, he roared, his hands were slammed open, and a hug rushed towards the thirteen hugs.

This time, not only the inner shoulders of Brother Han's hands were hit countless times, but also the face was also hit twice, when Brother Han flew down, his body could barely stand, and he stumbled forward vigorously, and Thirteen Yan moved lightly, and Brother Han stumbled to the ground.

Brother Han fell, stood up for a long time, looked back at the thirteen yang, waved his hands and got up, and went straight to the thirteen yang, and the few people who were counted on the side had long been gone, and what they saw was a brother Han with blood on his face, running to the thirteen yang like crazy, swinging his hands violently, one palm on the left, one fist on the right, and his head was lowered down, today his face was beaten too much, he may not have been beaten on his face since he grew so big, and today in a few breaths, he has a face, has been beaten countless times, although he is out of his mind, his face, he doesn't want to be beaten by thirteen people again。 And with his face down, he didn't want to run, as long as he ran, he was afraid of tripping over the thirteen dragons.

Thirteen Yan put his hands behind his back, a bamboo stick was also held behind him, leaned back, took a step back, let it go sideways, let Brother Han smash wildly, but he couldn't hit Thirteen Yan's body, dozens of punches waved, Brother Han was like hitting the air, the fist was empty, and there was no down, after dozens of punches, Brother Han was also weak and airless, the more he hit, the more he was dead, the more he sat on the ground, looking up at the Thirteen Yan standing in front of him, a face of mourning, almost tears to come out.

The pain of his whole body, the sadness of his heart, he was not sad that the thirteen people were too ruthless, but blamed himself for being useless. Mo Yan walked up to him, untied his clothes, and Thirteen Yan brought the potion, and everyone came to watch. I saw Brother Han's hands and legs, bruises one by one, blood marks all over his limbs, and everyone saw his skin wounds that were beaten all over his body in a few moments, and they all kept silent, just thinking about their next time, don't be made such a battle by the Thirteen Dragons.

Brother Han wiped the medicine, turned around and ran back to the Moon Cultivation Sword Pavilion, put on his iron armor, and flew to the Sword Forging Cliff. Ye Jian, Tie Ra and the others have never seen Brother Han's equipment, and between each step, a large piece of iron on his body makes a dangdang impact sound:

"Come again!"

Looking at Brother Han's pair of cow ear leather shoes, Thirteen Yan couldn't help laughing. And he hid in the iron helmet with a pair of big round eyes, and the thirteen people just smiled and changed their waists. Before Thirteen's laughter stopped, Brother Han rushed straight to Thirteen.

Thirteen Yan laughed endlessly, stretched his hand, and the bamboo stick flew into his hand again, and Brother Han, who rushed straight up, was just about to crash into him, Thirteen Yan bent down, 'Bang,' twice, and the two bamboo sticks were pumped on Brother Han's instep.

Brother Han's pain, to the extent that it hurts, under the iron armor on his face, no one can see it, but he hears the strange cry like killing a pig, echoing under a forged sword cliff, and Brother Han is in iron armor, it is difficult to bend down, so he has to jump with both feet, and when he jumps up, his hands go to touch the instep of his feet.

Everyone couldn't hold back any longer, they each bent over with laughter, squatted on the ground, and crawled on the ground, while Mo Yan sat on the ground with a pair of small hands and laughed. The laughter of everyone aroused Brother Han's ferocity, so he jumped with both feet and jumped towards Thirteen Yang again, this time Thirteen Yang did not tease him again:

"Look at it!"

Before the thirteen Yan made a move, he reminded Brother Han loudly, one step up, out of the zhangyu, and arrived in front of Brother Han, a bamboo stick waved, or hit the instep of the first beating, this time, Brother Han's feet, directly to the ground, that kind of pain, only with the soles of the feet and the large surface of the earth, can relieve the pain, and a pair of eyes, just saw the two fingers of the thirteen rounds, one eyebrow bone, just two pain in the heart, both hands covered the eyes, a butt sat on the ground.

"I'll learn from you, learn how not to be hit by you. ”

Brother Han's learning is direct, I will follow up with you to learn, you have to teach, you have to teach, you have to teach, as long as I don't get beaten by you. Brother Han's way of apprenticeship and art also made Tie La, March and others admire, no matter how Thirteen Yang abused him, he didn't say a word, and he was able to overtime and overdo Thirteen Yan's requirements.