readx;? Having appeased his two nominally future wives, Monham once again went to Mr. Benson's residence. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mr. Benson was still thinking about it, and when he saw Meng Han coming, he only raised his eyelids and didn't move.

"Mr. Benson!" Meng Han saluted respectfully, and then, facing Benson, he didn't seem to have the same nervous feeling as before, it seemed that the spiritual breakthrough that night was still very useful. He coughed lightly, and then said, "Thinking about it every day doesn't solve the problem completely, right? Sometimes, a little hands-on experimentation may be very effective."

Meng Han knew that Benson was now thinking about the recipes of various magic metals, as well as deeper magic to achieve weapon exclusivity, but Meng Han was a little unimpressed by Mr. Benson's always sitting and thinking like this. What is it, isn't it all experimented little by little, and it is only the brain that solves the problem, how many basics do you need to master, how many basic properties do you need to know, how many basic properties can you deduce the effect of various metal mixtures, and can you deduce the improvement of magic?

Hearing this, Benson opened his eyes abruptly and looked directly at Meng Han. Meng Han almost immediately felt a scorching aura rushing towards his face, and he actually subconsciously wanted to make a dodge move. But he immediately sensed that something was wrong, and he forcibly controlled it and met Benson's gaze.

"You have a point. Benson nodded, but immediately explained, "But, if I try it with my hands, it's hard for you to say if you can keep it here." Are you sure you want me to do it?" Meng Han smiled bitterly: "You better continue to think!" "Come over today, what's the matter?" Mr. Benson stopped his business and asked Meng Han.

"I want to ask, what happened to me that day?" Meng Han sat opposite Benson, this action seemed a little impolite, Benson did not invite him, however, this place was originally Meng Han's, and there was no distinction between host and guest, Meng Han just sat down casually, Benson didn't say anything, just a little more appreciation in the daylight. "Nothing special. Benson smiled: "It's just that under my pressure, there is a small breakthrough in mental power." Haven't you noticed it yet?"

"A little, but not obviously. Meng Han still had a very humble expression, in fact, he had been busy solving the aftermath in the past few days, and he hadn't put too much effort into this. Anyway, it's your own, and you won't run away after all. "You'd better consolidate it a few more times, or -, some realms will fall. Benson sighed and said very seriously. "Consolidation?" Meng Han heard for the first time that the ascended realm would fall without external causes, and he couldn't help but ask in surprise: "How to consolidate?"

"That's it!" Mr. Benson finished speaking, and a burst of outward majesty suddenly let go towards Meng Han, and Meng Han's whole person was immediately shrouded in even stronger fear and majestic pressure than that day.

Caught off guard, Meng Han almost fell down again on the spot. I don't know where the courage came from in the crisis, but after softening a little, I immediately straightened my waist and began to stiffen this huge pressure.

There was no sound, no picture, nothing was there, there was only darkness in front of him, and he couldn't hear any movement in his ears, but Meng Han's whole person was inexplicably feeling fear, as if he was facing some supreme being who could dominate everything about him at any time, except for fear, it was worship.

Meng Han was not afraid of death, he felt that he was already a person who had died at least twice, once because of the time traveled in his previous life, and the other time when he was searched for memories by the six bigwigs of the elf clan, but he still couldn't help but be afraid. He didn't even know what he was afraid of, but the instinct of fear in his body was infinitely magnified.

Mr. Benson controlled the scope this time, only focusing on Meng Han, and with it, Demi and Detona, who had been following Meng Han, were also slightly affected. Despite this, the two little maids were already a little unbearable, and they couldn't maintain a standing posture at all, so they sat down directly on the ground, their two delicate little faces full of fear and sweating profusely, but they were still stubborn and stubborn like their masters.

Looking at the performance of these two little maids with appreciation, Benson couldn't help but nod: "What kind of master there is, what kind of maid there is." Not bad!"

On Meng Han's side, there was already a vague explosion of spiritual power again, but this time the pressure was much greater, and almost the pressure that covered the whole city that day was concentrated on him alone at the moment. The mental power exploded, was suppressed, exploded, suppressed, and started the cycle of this stick again.

Seeing that Meng Han was about to reach his limit, Benson relaxed his control slightly, and soon Meng Han's expression relaxed. The spiritual power broke through the shackles again, and happily spread all over the body. At this moment, Meng Han only felt indescribably comfortable all over his body. The mood was more relaxed than ever, and it seemed that nothing could make him feel confused and stressed. "Such consolidation?" Meng Han couldn't help but smile bitterly after figuring out everything about his life, but he couldn't be angry with Mr. Benson, which seemed to be good for him. Now Meng Han can only take care of his two maids first, and they are already a little unsupportable when they are affected by the shadow of the pond fish in Bensen.

"Demi, Diana, hold on, for my sake, you have to hold on!" Even in front of Benson, Meng Han didn't care about anything else, holding Demi Diana's little hand with one hand, full of affectionate encouragement. The mental strength of the two little maids was much worse than Meng Han's, Meng Han was fine, they were still struggling in pain.

Meng Han's voice seemed to sound in the minds of the two women, and they also felt the warmth of Meng Han in their hands, and the two soldiers suddenly felt infinite courage in their hearts, and began to resist the pervasive sense of fear, and soon, the two women came to their senses. Looking at Meng Han who was holding their hands in front of them, the two little maids almost didn't think about it, and threw themselves into Meng Han's arms with tears.

Holding one in one hand, Meng Han comforted the two girls softly for a while, which made Demi and Anna quiet down. At this time, Meng Han turned back to Benson's side, and complained with a wry smile: "If there is such a thing in the future, can it only target me?"

"I think you'll be able to enter my friend's garden, that's why I'm giving you this training. If they want to follow, they have to adapt. Benson didn't care: "I don't care if they're willing to leave you then." When he spoke, there was a smile on his face, as if he had seen through the essence of Meng Han.

Without waiting for Meng Han to answer, Demi and Diana had directly stated that they would not leave Meng Han, and even asked Mr. Benson to give them such a chance again. Benson couldn't understand the gestures of the two women, but he could understand Meng Han's expression, as if victorious, and laughed.

The whole body seemed to have just been fished out of the water, but Meng Han couldn't care about it, and asked seriously again: "Is this pressure you released somewhat similar to a mental power attack?" "It's not similar, it's a mental attack at all." Benson laughed, only twice Meng Han touched the threshold, it seems that Meng Han's understanding is indeed extraordinary. "Some people kill too much, and they can condense a murderous aura, and before they can make a move, the enemy is already frightened.

Mr. Benson continued to explain, in fact, he was giving Meng Han instructions: "This is a simple mental attack, but the person who released the murderous aura himself doesn't know what this is all about.

"A high-powered monarch will also have a kind of domineering in itself, and in the same way, this is also a kind of mental attack. Benson's words made Meng Han fall into serious thought: "It's just that this kind of unconscious spiritual attack does not have a very strong impact on others, at most it is only a few people, and it needs to be very different between the two sides to be effective." ”

Meng Han knew this very well, no matter how strong the murderous person was, it would be useless to smash into that kind of life-and-death struggle experienced Bo person. No matter how domineering a monarch is, it is impossible to feed the other party against another slightly mediocre monarch. When you don't want to play big levels, that's it.

"But in fact, whether it's magic or fighting spirit, when you reach the top, pure magic or fighting spirit can no longer improve yourself. Mr. Benson explained to Meng Han as if he had mentioned something: "When you reach this realm, you need to enter a higher level of cultivation. ”

"In terms of spiritual power?" Meng Han knew the result, but still asked. Although Meng Han still has a long way to go on the road of magic, knowing the direction of the future is more important than gnawing on magic.

Or to put it in a word that is easy for everyone to understand, that is the field. Bensenfu explained, then added, "When you can truly have your own realm, you can truly enter the realm of God." The Dou Qi master you have here who wasn't in a coma that day is almost touching this side. ”

"How can I form my own domain-?" Meng Han asked again in surprise.

"It's up to you to figure it out on your own, and there's no one to help you. Benson smiled and shook his head, "Even if I could, I wouldn't tell you." It's not hurting you, it's hurting you. "Thank you, Mr. Benson. Meng Han immediately understood what Mr. Benson meant, and sincerely thanked him.

"Come to me a few more times before you go out!" instructed Mr. Benson, "if you are going to communicate with my friends, it is not enough for you to do now. At most, this time will allow you to get used to it, and it won't make me lose face when the time comes. "Yes, Mr. Benson. Meng Han agreed in surprise, and seemed to have begun to look forward to what kind of love it would be to meet Benson's friend.

Behind them, Demi and Juana looked unconvinced, biting their lips, and seemed to be secretly determined.

There is something in the morning, a little late, everyone understands.