"This ...... Since you ask for this, Uncle Seven, I have no choice but to obey my nephew. Brother Yu, you bear with me for the time being, brother, I will finish the fight soon. ”

Zhao Han showed embarrassment and hesitation on his face, and finally sighed helplessly, snatched the plank in the hand of a man in a strong suit, stepped on the shoulder blade of the little fat man, making him unable to move, and then raised the plank in his hand, and brought a gust of wind to slap Zhao Yu's pink ass with a "snap".

"Ah...... It hurts!"

"Zhao Han, you bastard, I won't let you go!"

"It hurts me, Daddy, save me!"

"I'm not your own son, ouch, I'm going to die!"

"Don't fight, don't fight, I know it's wrong, woo woo woo ......"

When he landed, the courtyard sounded the screams of a little fat man killing pigs, crying and grabbing the ground, tears flowed, and the mouth that had just been bandaged burst open again, and blood flowed.

With the sound of "popping", Zhao Shengling stood a few steps, put his hands behind his back, and turned his head, looking out of sight and out of mind, as if the fat boy next to him who was beaten and screamed was not his own flesh and blood.

It's just that his forehead is bruised, his head is full of sweat holding his breath, there seems to be fire in his eyes, and when the corner of his eye swept over Zhao Han, who was executing with a straight face, there was a fierce flash.

"Seventh uncle, nephew, I didn't expect Brother Yu's physique to be so poor, I have already regained my strength, and he actually fainted in pain. ”

After a while, Zhao Han threw away the bloodstained wooden board, arched his hand to Zhao Shengling with a guilty face, and said earnestly, "I think that Brother Yu's physique still needs to be strengthened, although the most important thing for a martial artist is the soul, but after all, the physique is the foundation, without the physique, it is easy to die if you have a strong soul." ”

"Very good, Xiaohan, you are smart and sensible, you are strong, you have the legacy of the third brother, I want to come to my house, this little beast will definitely remember today's lesson, and I will definitely repay you in the future." ”

Zhao Shengling wanted to squeeze out a smile to maintain his demeanor, but found that his facial muscles were stiff like steel, and waved his hand, signaling those men in strong suits who were so frightened that their faces turned white to clean up the little fat man who had fainted in pain and take him away from here.

"There's one thing I want you to keep in mind, though. ”

"Uncle Seven, please speak. ”

"After all, this world is a world where martial arts are respected, and strength is the foundation of everything. Without this foundation, everything is like a castle in the sky, a sandcastle by the sea, and when the wind and waves come, no matter how beautiful it was before, the magnificence will not be able to escape the end of crumbling into ruins. ”

As soon as the words fell, suddenly a majestic breath surged from all directions like a tide, blocking the heaven and the earth, isolating the air, making Zhao Han seem to be in a vacuum, although he opened his eyes but could not see any scene, opened his mouth but could not breathe in any air, whether it was sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, etc., all lost their due role at this moment.

It's terrifyingly quiet, it's so dark that it's panicked, and even though it's just a moment, it makes people almost crazy.

I don't know how long it took, a light breeze blew in the sky, shattering the suffocating silence, and the five senses that had been blocked finally returned to normal, Zhao Han was like a fish out of water, leaning in front of the door and bending over, greedily swallowing fresh air, his face was pale, and he tried to look forward, but only saw a vague back that gradually disappeared.

It wasn't until the figure disappeared around the corner that a deep voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "This matter ends here......

The meaning is not exhausted, revealing a compelling edge, which is meaningful.

"This is the gap between me and the real martial artist now, it's really big, even if I have successfully entered the fifth level of foundation building now, but in front of him, I have no backhand, and I can't even resist a single thought from him!"

"Even if I exhausted my brain, grasped the omission, deducted the rules, stood up to the reason, used words to squeeze, found another way, and dominated the scene, I still couldn't resist his thoughts. ”

"Although this Zhao Qiye's character is not good, but this sentence is the truth, in this world, there is no strength to back it up, everything is a castle in the air, and it can't withstand any wind and waves. ”

Zhao Han licked the blood between his lips, there was a hint of sweetness in the saltiness, in that dark and silent environment, in order to break free, he bit his lower lip hard, wanting to use the severe pain to boost his spirits, but with little effect.

"Young Master, are you okay?" Su Su's worried voice came from behind her, she had already put on her robe, stood beside Zhao Han, and reached out to touch his bitten lip in distress.

"It hurts!" Zhao Han nodded vigorously, and suddenly bit Su Su's finger, revealing a sly smile, and said vaguely, "But it won't hurt if you touch it." ”

"Phew, you bad guy came to tease me again?!" Su Sudeng's face flushed, he took a sip, and quickly withdrew his little hand, put it behind his waist, trembled slightly, turned his head, and hummed, "I think you don't hurt enough!"

"It hurts enough, and I wake up with pain, and I don't want to hurt anymore in the future. Hearing this, Zhao Han took a deep breath, his eyes were deep, and he muttered, "In the final analysis, this world still depends on its own strength, and it is stupid to pin your hopes on the so-called rules, morality, justice, and even others." ”

"I really want to thank this Zhao Qiye for teaching me a vivid lesson. ”

"Young Master, are you okay?" Looking at the unfamiliar aura emanating from the familiar face in front of her, Su Su felt a moment of timidity for no reason, and somehow, she had a fear that even she herself could not understand, and whispered, "You have just recovered from illness, you still have to rest more, things are not in a hurry." ”

"No, we don't have much time left this time, some people can't wait and don't want to wait for a moment. Zhao Han pursed his lower lip, and a tingling pain came, making his face become a little gloomy, and he lowered his head, so that Su Su couldn't see his face clearly, and his voice was quiet, "However, we still come according to our rhythm, Su Su, I want to eat braised carp, steamed carp, boiled carp, sweet and sour carp, and carp bean curd soup at night." ”

"Ah...... Young master, what kind of enmity does that Huoyun Carp have with you, you are still angry when you smash other people's heads, do you have to change the way to abuse the corpse?" Su Su's little face turned pale, and an unnatural forced smile appeared on his face.

When she went to look for Zhao Han before, she was startled by the bloody scene, human arms, legs and feet actually grew on a big carp, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and the fishy smell was tangy, so that she who likes to be clean and tidy by nature almost fainted on the spot.

It's just that she had been worried about Zhao Han before, for fear that he would suffer some accidents, so she endured the nausea until the end, and was later teased by Zhao Han and diverted her attention, and the disgusting scene was forgotten.

At this moment, when Zhao Han mentioned it again, Su Su suddenly felt nauseous, and there was sour water in his stomach, and he wanted to refuse, but he was afraid that he would be angry.

"Don't worry, I've already packed up the ingredients, and I've thrown away all those disgusting things to make flower puree. Zhao Han rarely took it seriously, pinched his face, and said, "This Huoyun carp almost turned into a demon, the meat is delicious, full of vitality, nourishing blood and qi, especially the brain marrow in the skull, which contains rich spiritual sons, which is good for my cultivation and cannot be wasted." ”

"Okay, I'll do it, you rest first. Hearing that it was good for Zhao Han, Su Suqiang endured his nausea and nodded, explained, and walked towards the dining room.

After dinner and a hot bath, Zhao Han only felt that his whole body was hot, as if he had hundreds of ovens hidden in his body, and his blood was so strong that he could almost light the firewood, even if the snow melted outside, the temperature was lower than the previous two days, he was still sweating like rain in a single coat, and he wanted to bury his body in the snow bare-chested.

Even Su Su is drenched in sweat at the moment, and the silk clothes on her body are close to the body, showing her exquisite posture, delicate and charming.

"This damn carp, even if you die, you have to pit me!" Zhao Han cursed indignantly, ninety percent of the dishes made from the tender meat cut from Huoyun carp had entered his stomach, and at this moment, the vitality and spiritual power in the fish meat attacked, making him almost a humanoid grilled shrimp, so red that it turned purple, and even the hot breath exhaled from his mouth and nose could melt the snow.

"Su Su, you are so resting, it's best to go for a walk in the yard, digest and digest, I'll go to the practice room first." Zhao Han was extremely hot, afraid of doing something wrong, he didn't dare to stay with Su Su any longer, dropped a word, and rushed to the practice room.

This practice room is used by Zhao Shengya when he cultivates on weekdays, and the whole body is made of a hundred refining refined steel with a thickness of more than one zhang, if it is locked from the inside, even some powerful martial artists are difficult to forcibly open from the outside, and the location is relatively remote, so there is no need to worry about being disturbed.

After entering the practice room and inserting the door bolt, Zhao Han stood still in front of a clearing lot, and according to the memory he received, he stretched his limbs like a reckless cow, exerting force from his heels, and shaking his lower limbs, waist and abdomen, chest and back, upper limbs, and even his neck together, gradually making every part of his body tremble rhythmically and gently.

At the same time, after digesting the energetic fish meat in his abdomen, it turned into a stream of heat, which was shaken to all parts of his body by the trembling all over his body, and integrated into the skin, muscles, bones, organs, and even blood marrow, strengthening his body from all links.

As time passed, the frequency of Zhao Han's tremors tended to be synchronized, and the amplitude of the tremors became larger and larger, and the slight tremors were superimposed on each other, and the sound resonated.

The roar of the mangniu is the sign of Zhao's secret technique "Mangniu style" after it has been practiced to the end of the year.

"Moo~"

Zhao Han opened his mouth and didn't make a sound, but under the superposition of the tremors of the organs in his body, he actually spit out a cow's bark from his mouth, and the white gas gushed out, turning into a reckless cow's virtual form, bowing his head and slamming into the nearest wall, with a muffled sound, a full inch of dents suddenly appeared on the wall that was poured with a hundred refined steel.

Zhao Han's eyes seemed to be closed, as if he was immersed in his own mental world, he didn't notice the changes in the outside world at all, and naturally changed a posture, his legs were crossed, and his upper body leaned forward, as if he was regurgitating, and all the tremors in his body disappeared, only the movement in the lower abdomen was greater, as if a bead was stuffed under the skin, jumping and jumping, the sound was like a drum, and the sound was like a "dong dong".