Except for the gray rabbit, there were no other strange beasts on the plain, and Han Fan could only continue to practice the four-sided sword technique with wooden branches.

Sometimes he would wave a wooden branch to fight the gray rabbit on a whim, one would run away with his legs, and the other would chase after him, and Han Fan would not dare to chase too far, for fear of losing his way.

A week later, Han Fan walked out of the plain, the soil under his feet began to soften, and a series of footprints were clearly visible behind him.

According to this situation, further down should be the swamp, but the swamp is really no threat to the monks, and it can stand on the water, let alone a swamp?

As it deepened, Han Fan began to gather the power of words under his feet.

Since there was no place to live nearby, Han Fan had no choice but to keep moving forward, constantly hurrying day and night, and eating a Huishu Pill when the power of writing was exhausted.

Because the Confucian monks have converted all the aura in the dantian into the power of words after the second realm, Confucianism has a special elixir to restore the power of words, called Huishu Dan, and among the cultivation resources prepared by Confucianism for Han Fan, there are many Huishu Dan.

In fact, Confucian monks can also use the Huiling Pill used by other monks to restore aura, but the effect is half of normal, after all, it is necessary to convert the obtained aura.

A green figure rushed across the swamp, in order to get out of the swamp faster, Han Fan didn't care about enjoying the scenery on the way, and besides, there was nothing to see in this swamp.

After running for three days and three nights, he finally walked out of the swamp and came to the foot of the mountains, scattered the power of words under his feet, found a more hidden place everywhere, dragged his tired body and began to practice Junyu Jue in a hurry.

I thought that the real challenge would be after going to Dongzhou, but I didn't expect it to start on the road.

There is no strange beast in the plains, and there is no strange beast in the swamp, but there is no strange beast in this mountain.

Han Fan had just cultivated for less than half an hour when trouble came to his door.

A red and white striped poisonous snake crept over quietly, and Han Fan noticed it in advance and withdrew from the cultivation state. One induction is just a small thing at the peak of the second realm, so there is nothing to worry about.

After directly using the power of words to bombard, Han Fan continued to practice, and the power of words in the dantian recovered less than two percent.

Half an hour later, another red and white striped poisonous snake quietly crawled over, but it was a little bigger than the previous one, Han Fen was helpless, and was about to withdraw from the cultivation state to kill, but he didn't expect it to directly swallow the dead one in one bite and then turn away, Han Fen secretly breathed a sigh of relief and continued to practice.

After another half an hour, the snake that had eaten enough before crawled over again, and spit out the letter at Han Fan from a distance, it seemed that he had a good appetite, and after eating the same kind, he didn't completely digest it, so he thought about eating Han Fan again.

This time, in order to avoid long nights and dreams, Han Fan directly shot and killed, and then began to practice again.

After the third hour and a half of time had passed, the same red and white striped serpent approached in the same way, and then ate the corpse of a companion in the same way.

Han Fan suddenly had an ominous premonition, he got up directly this time, killed the snake in advance without waiting for the snake to get down, and then used the cold mangs to chop the corpses of the two snakes into pieces.

He suddenly thought of a terrible speculation, if it continued like this, there were follow-up snakes that ate the corpses of their dead companions and became stronger, and then they were killed by themselves, and then later snakes ate and continued to grow stronger, then in the end, would these snakes use his hands to create a high-level poisonous snake that even he couldn't parry?

Thinking of this, Han Fan had a cold war, although the power of words was only half restored, but he couldn't care about it so much, thirty-six plans, and walking was the best plan.

After Han Fan left, dense red and white striped poisonous snakes crawled out of the small hill where he was located, spitting out letters one after another, their heads facing the direction Han Fan left, and their vertical pupils reflected a shocking cold light in the sunlight.

After climbing over a mountain, Han Fan found a new place and began to cultivate.

To be honest, in the last life, among the things that Han Fan was most afraid of, ghosts ranked first, and below were snakes and spiders, which is why Han Fan would use the power of words to kill first and then use a sword to cut it.

Although I am a monk in this life, I still have some fear.

With his thoughts, Han Fan gradually entered a state of cultivation.

Half an hour later, without the slightest abnormality, Han Fan finally felt at ease and continued to practice.

But less than ten minutes after half an hour, Han Fan's text fog sensed that something was within ten meters of him, and his divine sense checked it.

It's a red and white striped viper again!