Overnight, the news of Han Ming's appointment with Han Ao two years later spread throughout the Han family, and all the Han family's old and young people were laughing at Han Ming's incompetence, and two years later, they would inevitably bring the bench melon seeds, watch the competition, and laugh shamefully.

After Han Ao's father, Han Xin, knew about this matter, Han Xin sneered disdainfully: "We Han Ao just saw him pitiful, so we agreed, and wanted to give that former genius a little hope." ”

Han Ao just hated that he couldn't do anything to Han Ming anymore on the cusp of this time, and secretly supported his father Han Xin to win the position of the head of the family, after all, as long as Han Xin took the position of the head of the family, Han Ming's mother and son were not at their disposal, as long as they found a good day to solve Han Ming, everything would be fine.

But Han Ao is not in the mood to deal with Han Ming now, there have been several reminders from above, and a one-day delay is already the limit, so Han Ao left the Han family early the next morning, of course, those Han family members who want to tie up Han Ming also got up early to say goodbye.

After Han Ao left, the Han family returned to peace, and the elders were all intriguing with other powerful clans in the city for the business of the Han family's neighborhood, and the juniors were naturally practicing and playing around carefree.

In the early morning, there was just a white fish belly on the horizon, and the martial arts field in the mountain behind the Han family was deserted.

But there was a figure grinding his body against the iron stake in front of him.

Drink!

With a long sigh full of energy, Han Ming was full of vitality, bent his elbow and smashed it into the iron pillar.

Boom!

The iron pillar made a dull sound, Han Ming's face suddenly turned a little pale, and the pain in his elbow was unbearable, if this kind of refining body that was almost self-harming was seen by other Han family juniors, he would definitely be terrified!

Syllable!

A few drops of hot sweat splattered on the ground from the corners of the boy's sideburns.

The severe pain made Han Ming take a deep breath, and then the black light in his eyes condensed, and he smashed his other elbow against the iron pillar with his full vitality, of course, not only the elbow, almost all over his body, he used this self-mutilation pattern to hone his body against the iron pillar over and over again.

The three orders of the warrior rank, the warrior rank, and the war general are mainly refining the body, and the refining body is also the basis for climbing to a higher level in the future, so it must be tamped and there is no room for negligence.

What's more, the stone cave in the back mountain will be discovered sooner or later, he must use this crazy cultivation mode to use up the heavenly and earthly treasures inside as much as possible before being discovered by others, if the things inside are confiscated, it will be a real pity.

After the four hours of body refining, Han Mingpan sat on the ground and began to cultivate, after the essence of heaven and earth entered the body, it was refined by the blessing of the ancient characters of the Heaven and Earth and turned into vitality, nourishing his body that had just finished cultivation and was in a period of exhaustion, and the blood accumulated in the body was also dredged by the vitality that circulated in the meridians, and the pain in the body gradually disappeared, turning into a wonderful sense of pleasure.

After a long time, Han Ming opened his eyes, he shook his palm, felt the growing power in his body, and said to himself with a grin: "It is already the peak of the seventh order of the warrior, and if it goes on like this, it will definitely advance again in less than three months!"

After the cultivation of the body was over, Han Ming got up and moved to the battlefield simulation field of the Han family, this place was almost rarely practiced by the juniors of the Han family, after all, the idea of strength was deeply rooted, and no one would care about the practice of survival skills on the battlefield.

But Han Ming, who has been smart and far-sighted since he was a child, knows that experience on the battlefield is more important than strength, and he has read many autobiographies of celebrities in the Han Family Library, and those strong people attach great importance to battlefield simulation training before joining the army when they are weak.

Creeping, flying and lying down, still life camouflage, lurking, evasion of shell landing points, Han Ming is meticulous in every training project, and he doesn't care about the dust and muddy water on the ground, and it won't take long for the whole person to scurry around on the ground like a mud monkey.

"Look, it's Han Ming's fool again, hahaha, obviously joining the army can only be a small soldier for a lifetime, and it will be a waste of effort. ”

"After all, he is different from us, we rely on cultivation to improve our strength and rise to the rank, we will retire from the front line, sit in the staff and drink tea and think about strategies or command in the rear of the safe battlefield, he can't do it, even if he goes to the battlefield, he is just cannon fodder on the front line haha!"

"It's still good to learn, hahaha!"

The three juniors of the Han family passed by from the battlefield simulation venue, pointing to Han Ming's figure and laughing with their stomachs.

Han Ming didn't care about the ridicule of these three people, after all, with his current talent and qualifications, it would be too unbearable to deal with these naïve peers.

He practiced for four hours in the battlefield simulation field, during which almost every junior who passed by would laugh at him, even Han Yue felt that such a stupid Han Ming had nothing to worry about, I believe that at the end of the year, he relied on his absolute strength to suppress, and it was easy to tear a waste with his hands.

A few hours later, Han Ming withdrew from the battlefield simulation venue and switched to the sword training field, the long sword is the most commonly used weapon in the army, almost everyone has one, so it is absolutely necessary to practice swordsmanship well.

The sword training on the sword training ground is a bladeless heavy sword made of black iron, which is specially used to exercise the arm strength and perseverance of the sword practitioner, Han Ming randomly selected one and began to practice.

The sword practice field on weekdays is also inaccessible, and the three external swordsmen are overjoyed to see Han Ming coming to practice swords, after all, they are all eating the Han family's swords, and it is a bit too much to have nothing to do all day, so for half a month, every time Han Ming comes to practice swords, the three of them come over to give enthusiastic guidance.

"Keep your hands steady, your strength heavy!" a sword master instructed loudly, and walked over to adjust Han Ming's posture holding the sword.

"In the process of chopping, it is necessary to run the Yuan Qi, feel the feeling of the Yuan Qi traveling through the sword body, and feel the sword intent, which is the basis for promoting the sword qi!"

"The swordsman is invincible, the offensive is fierce and upright, this is the right way!"

"Fart, both offense and defense are the pinnacle skills of swordsmanship!"

"Fuck your mother's offense and defense, I don't know that you have practiced swords to dogs for so many years. ”

The two swordsmen scolded with different ideas, and the other hurriedly persuaded them.

It had been the same scene almost every day for several months, Han Ming shook his head, put all his mind on the heavy sword in his hand, let out a long shout, slashed down, the sword body rubbed against the air and whined, and continued to practice this action with Han Ming's momentum.

Drink!

Drink!

Han Ming had been practicing this slashing action for so many days, because one of the swordsmen had told him that the basic movements of swordsmanship were the most important, and countless high-level swordsmanship had evolved from the basic movements, and he felt that it made sense.

The black iron sword was very heavy, and before he practiced for half an hour, Han Ming's arm was sore, numb and painful, but he knew that the more he did this, the more he had to persevere, and only by breaking through the limit could he improve.

After the three swordsmen laughed and scolded, Han Ming, who looked at him from a distance and practiced swords, secretly praised in his heart, if it weren't for the premature death of this young man's talent, relying on such a perseverance and perseverance, he would inevitably become a generation of powerhouses on the mainland.

It's a pity, it's a pity!

Han Ming naturally didn't know what a few swordsmen thought, he just felt that practicing swords could not only improve swordsmanship, but more importantly, hone his strength, and more importantly, exercise perseverance and patience.

It's a boring thing, enduring the pain of soreness and numbness, repeating an action.

Han Ming was not impatient at all, and even the interest in his eyes was as strong as ever, and the desire to become stronger made him like a tireless monster.

"Brother Han Ming!" After a silver bell-like cry, the girl walked quickly into the sword training ground with the rice drawer like a dexterous butterfly.

When the three swordsmen saw the girl, their eyes lit up, and they sighed secretly in their hearts: "This Su Yuyan looks really a sign." ”

Han Ming heard the call, put it on the heavy sword, raised a pleasant smile at the corner of his mouth, looked at the smiling girl, and said, "You're here!"

It was like a husband's soft call to his wife, which made Su Yuyan's eyebrows lower, and he responded lightly, his cheeks flushed, and he looked even more shy and cute.

She handed the drawer to Han Ming, and by the way, she also washed and dried her clothes, "Hungry, Brother Han Ming, eat quickly, the clothes have been washed for you, and I have also repaired the broken places." ”

"Eat, eat!" The three swordsmen who had been familiar with Han Ming Su Yuyan a few months ago cheekily came over and took the rice drawer handed to Han Ming by Su Yuyan, the monkey opened it in a hurry, and after smelling the fragrance, he praised it: "It is worthy of Yuyan's craftsmanship, Han Ming, this kid is really blessed." ”

"Thank you. Han Ming smiled helplessly, but his eyes looked at Su Yuyan brightly.

Su Yuyan raised his head just as a pair of affectionate beautiful eyes met Han Ming, and his face was even more flushed, but the big trees on the side had fallen yellow leaves because of the deep autumn and slid down from the sight of the two.

"It's almost the end of the year, Brother Han Ming!" Su Yuyan hid worry in her eyes, she knew that Han Ming had offended Han Yue for her, and the two agreed to fight to the death in the year-end competition!

Han Mingshuang grasped his fist, his face showed perseverance and confidence, he smiled slightly, saw the slowly falling yellow leaves, and said in a deep tone, "Yes, I really can't wait!"

"I believe you, Brother Han Ming, you will return to the top. Su Yuyan said firmly.

Han Ming grinned happily, and couldn't help but take out his big hand and rub Su Yuyan's head, which was a head shorter than himself, "Then you don't need to say!"

"I don't know if Brother Han Ming will think of ............me when he returns to the top and regains his glory" Su Yuyan lowered her head and felt the warmth of Han Mingda's hands, but there was a trace of sadness in her heart, after all, she was just a lowly foreign surname.