Ling Han frowned, and shouted: "You are not a ghost, why hide your head and shrink your tail, you don't dare to show your true face!"

I saw that the black-clothed figure was standing behind him, not moving, and not answering.

"Who are you?" Ling Han asked.

The black-clothed figure raised its head, and a pair of dark eyes stared directly at Ling Han.

Ling Han only felt a strange evil aura surging towards him, just like the scarlet blood river suddenly submerged him, Ling Han felt a cold to the bone, from the tip of his hair to the tip of his heart.

Ling Han gritted his teeth and swung the "Cadre Blue Lion Sword" in the direction of the black figure, and a fierce sword aura went straight to that evil aura. If you want to know the magic weapon, you have the power to suppress the demon and eliminate the demon, and you actually forced that evil spirit back.

"Huh!" the black-clothed figure's lips didn't move, but Ling Han clearly felt that the black-clothed figure was a little surprised.

"Who are you?" Ling Han asked again.

The black-clothed figure didn't answer, but just moved slightly, and a spiritual pressure actually overwhelmingly came, actually covering Ling Han firmly inside.

Ling Han only felt that he couldn't move up and down his body, he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes, his eyelids were about to fall heavily, and deep down, he felt as if he was on top of a black lake, and underwater, countless blood-stained hands suddenly appeared, firmly grasping him, dragging himself under the lake.

Fear, sadness, loss, depression, all kinds of depressive emotions came to my heart at the same time, just like the feeling I felt when I saw the white ghost when I was young.

"Second Young Master, what you just ate is just ordinary fish gall bladder, not the elixir that strengthens your courage!" Grandma Wang said to herself with a smile.

"What?fish gall bladder?not an elixir?phew...... Phew......" Ling Han desperately spat saliva, trying to spit out all the bitterness in his mouth, but for a while, he even coughed and retched, but really spit out a lot of yellow-green liquid, and suddenly the strange bitter taste filled his mouth again, mixed with his own sour gastric juice, and fishy bitter bile, this bile is not the fish gall, but Ling Han's own bile.

"Why? Why are you lying to me?" Ling Han asked with tears in his eyes. Nurse Wang has always been the closest person to him, and Ling Han doesn't understand why his most trusted nurse would deceive him.

Nurse Wang said, "Second young master, is this fish gall bitter?"

Ling Han was still spitting, and when he heard that Nurse Wang wanted to ask, he immediately said, "Bitter!

Nurse Wang then asked, "Does this smell terrible?"

Ling Han said, "It's terrible! I've never eaten such a terrible thing!"

"Is the first one terrible to eat, or the tenth terrible to eat?" asked Grandma Wang.

"This ......" Ling Han thought of the taste of the first fish gallbladder, which was so difficult to swallow, and when he ate the tenth, it seemed that he was used to the bitter taste, but it was not so terrible, and after swallowing, there was actually a sweet aftertaste. Although Ling Han was young, he was extremely smart, and in his small heart, he suddenly realized something.

Grandma Wang smiled and said: "Anything you think is terrible, whether it is a ghost or a person, it is like the first fish gall, which makes you fearful, but after you taste it, you will know that it is not so terrible, and the real terrible thing is that you dare not face it! If you want to become a real man, you have to face these terrible things, if you are not afraid of it, on the contrary, it will be afraid of you!"

Ling Han looked at the fish gall bladder that he had vomited all over the ground, wiped away his tears, and said, "Nurse, Han'er knows!"

From that day on, Ling Han was no longer timid, whether he faced difficulties or fears, Ling Han knew that it was just the first fish gall.

Ling Han's heart was instantly filled with brightness again, and he actually swept away those negative thoughts, and those bloody hands, as if they had touched a fiery iron, retracted back into the black lake, and the black lake water also poured back as if it had encountered a depression.

"Ahh

"Huh!" The black figure was even more surprised, because no one could give birth to the power to resist under such spiritual pressure as himself, but Ling Han broke this record.

Ling Han felt light, and his true qi no longer felt stagnation, and the black-clothed figure in front of him could use this yin and evil technique, it was definitely not a good type, Ling Han didn't answer, and brandished the "Cadre Blue Lion Sword" and stabbed towards the black-clothed figure.

Wielding the sword is like a long rainbow, the tip of the sword is like a cold star, and the heart of the person holding the sword is like a sword.

"Dangchang!"

Ling Han only felt that the wrist holding the sword was numb, and the "Cadre Blue Lion Sword" actually fell! If Ling Han saw the direction of the black-clothed figure's move, he would not be so surprised, but he would know that the black-clothed figure was a master! But Ling Han didn't even see the black-clothed figure make a move, so he shot down his "Cadre Blue Lion Sword", this kind of technique was far beyond what he could understand.

If he forced himself to give a reasonable explanation for this kind of exercise, Ling Han could only say: "The black-clothed figure in front of him is not a person, but a ...... Ghosts!"

It's just that the "ghost" in front of him didn't seem to want to clean up Ling Han immediately, and still stood there, staring straight at Ling Han with a pair of black eyes, as if he wanted to hook Ling Han's soul.

Ling Han rubbed his sore and painful wrist, and suddenly realized that the place of pain was the Taiyuan acupoint at the wrist! Ling Han had learned it when he was in Shen Zhuang when he was entering the acupoint, and the Taiyuan acupoint was the original acupoint of the lungs, the meeting of a hundred veins. After hitting, the yin stops the hundred pulses and injures the qi machine. As soon as Ling Han used his internal strength, he did feel that there was a trace of stagnation in his luck, and there was actually the invasion of other people's true qi!

And although that alien true qi was not too powerful, it immediately drove straight along Ling Han's meridians, reaching the hundred veins of Ling Han's body.

Ling Han knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly adjusted his internal breath, and used the "Tiangang Strength" method to quickly run the true qi for a week, and expelled the trace of alien true qi into his little finger with the true qi around him, and as luck as he could, he saw a black qi actually break out of his body, and actually pierced the bluestone brick ground with a round hole.

Ling Han looked angrily into the eyes of the black-clothed figure, only to see that the eyes were pitch black and gloomy, making people dare not look directly, but Ling Han still looked directly, as if he was despising the authority of the black-clothed figure: Although you are very strong, I, Ling Han, am not afraid of you!

Because Ling Han knew that if the other party was really an evil ghost, he would not use such a profound technique against himself, the other party was just a person, an unfathomable person!

As long as you are human, you have weaknesses and you can be defeated!

Ling Han looked directly into the other party's eyes, that is, first of all, he must not lose to others in terms of momentum, otherwise, he would be defeated before fighting! Moreover, Ling Han also worked hard to mobilize his five senses, wanting to know more about the other party! Only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can one not be defeated in a hundred battles.

It's just that the other party is still motionless, as if he is one with the surrounding environment. I couldn't see any expression on his face, his eyes seemed dull, but it was like a bottomless pool, which could suck people's souls and destroy people's essence; there was no sound, except for the two "Huh!", there was no breath, no sound of the breath, no heartbeat, no tremor of contractions, no smell, only the smell of death hanging around, cold, like carrion, like the messenger of hell, the dark undead. It was difficult to touch, because Ling Han attacked with one move, and turned into an attack with all his strength, but before he could attack, he was slashed by the void and the point was pointed.

The other party is flawless!

There was a gust of cold wind blowing behind him, blowing Ling Han's blackened clothes fluttering, and blowing the long hair of the black-clothed figure.

Ling Han's true qi had recovered, and he knew that the opponent's martial arts cultivation was set above him, but at this time, there was only one battle, or he could escape!

Ling Han didn't dare to compete with the other party anymore, so he took a step towards the black-clothed figure.

"Wipe the grass over the flower steps!" The black-clothed figure didn't move his lips, but the voice he made clearly penetrated Ling Han's ears! "You are the disciple of Xianwu?"