"Chen Mingyi, what are you muttering about?"

After seeing Zhao Han turn over and sit up, the big head at the door actually looked at his palm and whispered something, looking like he didn't take him Chen Mingjun in his eyes at all, he suddenly became angry, rushed into the room, stretched out a slap the size of a pu fan and slapped it towards Zhao Han's cheek, and scolded in his mouth:

"What the hell are you doing, trying to be lazy? Didn't you eat enough whips yesterday?"

"Huh?"

Feeling the air flow in the air, Zhao Han turned his head sideways, his eyes narrowed slightly, and whispered, "It's a little interesting." ”

"Smack~"

"Ouch ~ ouch ~ hurt, let go, let go ~ have something to say, let's not do it~"

The next moment, the fierce big-headed strong man Chen Mingjun begged for mercy with a cry, and saw that his right hand, which had originally slapped towards Zhao Han, was empty, and a small and thin palm appeared in his crotch at this moment.

"My strength has decreased a lot, and my body has weakened a lot, no different from an ordinary person, and even thinner. ”

Zhao Han didn't seem to hear Chen Mingjun's plea for mercy, silently recalled the previous dodge, and shook his head dissatisfied.

His fighting consciousness was still retained, but his original sharpest physique had now become a skinny child, and his strength between his arms was even less than fifty catties, which was sixty thousand times different from his original strength of more than three million catties!

"It seems that this time is very dangerous, if I die in this memory, will I be okay in reality?" Zhao Han groaned slightly, and then subconsciously clenched his fists, which caused Chen Mingjun to scream like a pig.

"Goo~"

At this moment, a strange sound came out, Zhao Han touched his shriveled stomach, his eyes swept around, and finally stopped at the cloth bag hanging from Chen Mingjun's waist, stretched out his hand to wipe it, and there was still residual warmth, it was a big steamed bun.

"Looks like breakfast has fallen. Zhao Han smiled ill-intentioned at Chen Mingjun, who was sweating profusely but didn't dare to act rashly, "Brother Mingjun, I'm really going to wronged you today, please sleep here for a while." ”

"Don't be aggrieved, don't be aggrieved, brother, you can do whatever you want...... Whew~"

"You say you can do whatever I want. ”

Zhao Han let go of his hand, shrugged his shoulders at Chen Mingjun, who had fainted in pain, and then devoured the big steamed bun he touched.

After a while, Zhao Han patted his bulging little belly, went out, picked up a firewood knife and rope from the backyard and ran towards the forest in the back mountain in his memory.

According to the previous experience, this day was the day when Chen Mingyi's fate changed. However, Chen Mingyi was able to escape from the hands of a martial artist, and the other party also crashed to death under the firewood knife, which can only be described as bursting with luck, Zhao Han can't guarantee that he has such luck, even if it is the same firewood knife, as long as the time and angle are slightly different, the result is two words.

After more than half an hour, Zhao Han went to the ground, looked at it slightly, and then picked up the firewood knife and quickly cut down a few trees.

This time Zhao Han possessed Chen Mingyi, although his own terrifying physique did not exist, but the sense of battle and various skills were still intact, so a firewood knife was played in his hand, or drilled or sharpened, and soon made seven or eight pointed wooden stakes.

"This body is still too weak, after passing this level, you have to strengthen it. ”

After sharpening the pointed stake, Zhao Han couldn't help but sweat profusely, muttering that he had dug a trap on the path of the unlucky warrior in his memory, buried the pointed stake in it, and finally restored the surface almost two hours later.

"Huhu~ The time should be almost up, I hope it won't change too much. Zhao Han looked up at the sky, and then stood behind the trap, pretending to be a force splitting wood.

After a while, when Zhao Han cut down a waist-high pile of wood, there was a sudden sound of clothes breaking through the air in his ears, and then he saw a black shadow suddenly stumbling out of the forest in front of him.

"It's coming. ”

Zhao Han's eyes tightened, the afterglow swept over the black shadow rushing over, and the corners of his mouth flashed a smile that was difficult for outsiders to detect, but his face pretended to be extremely surprised, and the firewood knife in his hand was still chopping towards the firewood below.

Suddenly, the black shadow that rushed out of the forest suddenly stepped on the air, and fell involuntarily towards the pointed wooden stake in the pit below.

At this moment, the black shadow, which was about to be stabbed by the pointed stake, forcibly twisted its body in mid-air, and put its toes on a stake, hoping to jump out of the trap with strength.

Just heard the sound of "pop", the wooden stake that was used to borrow force exploded like a shelf at the moment of contact with the black shadow's toes, and at first glance it seemed that it could not withstand the strength of the opponent's toes, so that the black shadow that could jump out of the pit with the help of force could only barely fall to the edge of the trap, although it avoided the danger of being pierced by the pointed stake, but had to spend time climbing out of the trap.

It's just that the next moment, the firewood knife in Zhao Han's hand that was originally chopped suddenly slashed in mid-air with a strange arc, and it appeared under the jaw of the black shadow just at the moment when the black shadow fell.

"Puff~"

It was like the sound of a sharp knife stabbing into a watermelon, and the black shadow didn't even have time to say a word, like a light pig hanging on an iron hook, blood gushing like a spring, and his eyes bulged out with convulsions.

Disbelief, doubt, incomprehension, unwillingness, and so on, mixed into the last complicated look.

"Good man, lend your life to the end. ”

Zhao Han muttered and sent a good person card to the other party, and then fell into the pyre holding his dislocated shoulder, his face showing a few real panics and panic.

The next moment, three powerful warriors rushed out from the woods, and quickly fell Zhao Hanhe into the trap in a zigzag shape, surrounded by a black shadow with a firewood knife under his neck, and then looked at each other speechlessly for a while.

"Well, just like that?"

A moment later, a stout man with a beard on his face jumped out of the trap, examined it carefully, and threw a look at the other two, who finally focused their eyes on Zhao Han.

When he landed, the three powerful breaths of the transcendent life martial arts pressed over like a boulder, if it was really an ordinary miscellaneous servant, he would not have collapsed under these three breaths, but in this Chen Mingyi's body, it was Zhao Han's soul consciousness.

For Zhao Han, it is the object that can be torn by the handle, so he will naturally not be intimidated by these three breaths, but in order not to collapse this memory, it will lead to some unnecessary trouble, after all, Zhao Han only has the consciousness of the transcendent life martial arts at this time, and his body is still very weak.

Yes, Zhao Han did not show too prominently, in the face of the momentum of the three transcendent martial arts, his face was pale and trembling, but there was an unyielding heroic spirit between his eyebrows, looking at the three of them stubbornly, and trying to straighten his waist.

"Hey, that's good. ”

Seeing this, the eyes of the three transcendent martial artists lit up, and the medium-sized man on the left spoke, "We are the deacon of Tsing Yi Wei, who are you?"

"I ...... It's Chen Mingyi, who chops wood in the backyard. ”

"Chen Mingyi, the firewood chopping in the backyard?" The Tsing Yi guard was stunned, then pointed to the unlucky martial artist in the trap and asked, "You killed it?"

"Yes. ”

"How did you kill it?"

"I don't know. Zhao Han pretended to be stupid and said, "I originally dug a trap and wanted to catch a stupid roe deer to eat, but I was very hungry and couldn't eat enough." Then he rushed out, and when I saw it, I was startled, and the knife was crooked, and he hit himself on the tip of the knife and died. ”

"He's not lying. ”

The Tsing Yi guard, who had been silent until now, spoke, and then threw an inquiring look at the bearded Tsing Yi guard in the pit.

"It is true that he rushed out of the woods, and then stepped on the trap, and then when he stepped on the stake, he lost his strength, and he kicked the stake badly, and when he came out of the pit, he hit the tip of the knife. ”

The bearded man had sharp eyes, and he quickly roughly restored the course of the incident according to the clues left on the ground, as if he was at the scene, the context was clear and organized, which surprised Zhao Han.

In fact, in the whole process, he only judged two places wrongly, one was the wooden stake that was stepped on, not that the unlucky martial artist was too strong, but that Zhao Han had already moved his hands and feet in it, as long as he touched it a little harder, it would scatter, as if he couldn't stand the force and burst open.

The other one is naturally the firewood knife that happened to appear in the jaw of the martial artist, which was not unintentional, but someone had carefully calculated and deliberated it.

"According to the reward in the clan, whoever kills this thief will get a Dragon and Tiger Yun Pill. But now it's this young man......"

The Tsing Yi guard who finally spoke glanced at the other two, and the three of them exchanged a look tacitly, and then looked at Zhao Han's gaze with a vague murderous intent.

This place is already remote, and this incident is a coincidence, even if a young slave who is not even a warrior dies here, no one will care.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in front of the woodland became strange.

Seeing this, Zhao Han hurriedly opened his mouth and said, "This lord, the dragon and tiger Yun Pill, a boy who cherishes the elixir, does not dare to ask for it, and is willing to dedicate it to the three of them." Just hoping to meet my small request. ”

The medium-sized Tsing Yi Wei said noncommittally: "Oh, give us the Dragon and Tiger Yunluo Pill? Do you know that this elixir is precious? Any one is worth tens of thousands of Blood Shark Silver, which is enough for you to live comfortably on Blood Shark Island for a lifetime, are you really willing to give it to us?"

"Of course!" Zhao Han nodded, with a wry smile on his face, "I'm helpless, small and frail, but I don't want to die so early." ”

Seeing that Zhao Han's face didn't seem to be fake, a flash of joy flashed in the eyes of the three Tsing Yi guards, and they all restrained their momentum and looked at Zhao Han playfully.

For a while, three pairs of six eyes focused on Zhao Han, meaning that the unknown gaze ploughed Zhao Han up and down several times, making him feel cold all over his body.