"Thirty-two thousand kilograms?"

Looking at the signs on the monument, Zhao Han frowned, feeling that it was very different from his own real body. You should know that when he was in the secret realm of Xiaomang Mountain, when he broke through the eighth level of foundation building, he had a full million kilograms of divine power, and with one punch, he could explode even a small hill.

"However, most of the factors that my body can reach that level are passively strengthened by mosquito simplicity, that is, the Nether Blood Spring. If there is no Nether Blood Spring, relying on the Secret Legend of Zhao alone, you can reach 30,000 to 40,000 pounds if you die..."

"No, when Chen Mingyi fought with me, he didn't notice how strong his body was. Judging from the feeling of fighting at that time, when he first built the eighth level of foundation, his physical strength could not reach 320,000 kilograms."

"So, the 'Chen Mingyi' I possessed is different from the real Chen Mingyi at the time."

Just as Zhao Han's thoughts rush, the gate of the martial arts field was suddenly violently blasted open, and the iron gate that was broken was smashed at Zhao Han with the momentum of wind and thunder.

"Um?"

Zhao Han narrowed his eyes and stood there like a rock, neither shaking nor moving, nor dodging, and his five fingers were joined together, like a conical spearhead, and he poked gently towards the smashed iron gate.

"Puff~"

After a faint and slight sound, the thick iron door that hit was poked open, and then, as Zhao Han opened his five fingers, it split into pieces and scattered everywhere in an instant, without hurting Zhao Han at all, and did not even get close to him within three feet of his body.

"Haha, Brother Mingyi is indeed a rare genius in our Chen family. He has cultivated from a servile slave who knows nothing to the current eighth level of foundation building in just four years. It's amazing, amazing!"

After a arrogant laugh, a young man, who was even stronger than Zhao Han, led a group of people in swaying, with his face full of "I'm very arrogant, I'm a bit arrogant."

"It's really interesting. I just wanted to practice my skills quietly, but I didn't expect that there would be a stupid person who was ignorant of life and death to cause trouble!"

A sharp light flashed in Zhao Han's eyes, and he pursed his lower lip, looking at the so-called strong boy in front of him and a group of brothers with fake tiger power behind him, his whole body gradually exuded a violent aura.

This is not reality, but a scene where Ming Xuequan uses some means that Zhao Han does not understand to reproduce/virtual/deduction/a memory of the dead Chen Mingyi.

Previously, except for the time in front of the forest in the back mountain, Zhao Han had never dared to cross it. He honestly followed the scenes and did whatever he wanted. Although it was safe, he also lost a lot of fun.

Fortunately, he found fun in practicing the secret legend of Chen's Feiyan Duxiang Fist. He was addicted to it and was very happy. However, his good mood was destroyed by the young man who rushed in inexplicably and looked for trouble in a arrogant manner and a group of followers behind him.

"The 'Chen Mingyi' I possessed has been practicing to the eighth level of foundation building. I only have one opportunity to realize the appearance of fate. If I follow the steps as I experienced before, although I can achieve the martial arts of fate, it would be boring if I follow the old ways."

"Or, I can try it... Otherwise, if you want to test the combat power of Huanzhen Mingwu, you really don't know that you have to wait until the year of the Monkey and Horse Month."

Making up his mind, Zhao Han's eyes gradually increased with a trace of ferociousness when he looked at the group of young men, as if a beast crawling on the ground was ready to go.

The arrogant boy met Zhao Han's eyes and suddenly shivered. A bad premonition surged inexplicably. He subconsciously avoided his eyes, but then he reacted and roared at Zhao Han in anger:

"You damn lowly servant, what do you think? I'm here to tell you today that you must lose to me at this year's clan meeting. Do you understand?"

"If you dare not listen to me, I will let you..."

"Bang~"

In the air, before the arrogant boy finished speaking, a giant elephant appeared out of thin air in the martial arts performance venue, with his head raised and his nose swaying like a long whip, slashing on the face of the arrogant boy.

In the air, blood was flying, and a fist as big as a bowl was like steel, which was very imaginatively bombarded from the arrogant boy's mouth. Not only did he break a mouthful of his teeth, but he also expanded his mouth a circle, and then came out cleanly from the back of his neck!

So much so that this arrogant boy looked like a fish with a string of cheeks at this time, his body was still twitching and moving, but blood gathered under him into a blood pot.

"The ears finally became quiet. A big man is so long-winded, so speechless!"

After striking the arrogant boy with a fist, Zhao Han swung his forearm, his wrist collapsed with force, and his five fingers opened. With a crisp sound, the arrogant boy's head exploded, and his brain was broken and his bones were scattered all over the ground.

"ah……"

"You actually killed Young Master Mingxuan..."

"Go away quickly and tell the deacon, this Chen Mingyi is crazy!"

The followers following Chen Mingxuan were stunned at first, then they seemed to be in a panic. Some accused Zhao Han, some scolded him, and some escaped. For a moment, they were in chaos.

"It's so noisy, let you... be quiet."

Zhao Han whispered quietly, then suddenly burst out and rushed into the group of teenagers like a butterfly. His fists were like heavy hammers, his arms were like long whips and big guns, either bombing or poking, picking or buckles, showing the heavy and thick elephant, lightness of flying swallows, and arrogance of running bulls to the fullest, and instantly killed these teenagers.

"ah……"

"You're going to kill us all? Are you crazy?"

"Chen Mingyi, don't kill me, I will be your younger brother in the future!"

"Help... don't kill me... wuwu..."

For a moment, various screams came from the martial arts venue, but they soon faded, and in the end, only Zhao Han was breathing slightly more rapidly.

At his feet, six or seven unhuman corpses fell in a pool of blood, disappearing from the slightest arrogance before them.

"As one of the few powerful forces on the Blood Shark Island, the Chen family must have a strict system. Now I am killing here, they should know and react quickly. However, if I want to force Chen's Huanzhen Mingwu out, with my current strength, I have to work harder."

Zhao Han touched his chin, his eyes drifted, and he glanced in one direction, thinking about something.

Sure enough, as Zhao Han expected, before he could wait for a long time, a series of sounds of clothes breaking through the air came from his ears.

Immediately afterwards, figures appeared one after another, and soon poured into the martial arts field, surrounding Zhao Han.

Zhao Han looked up and was stunned at first, then laughed in silence. It turned out that the Qingyiwei who led the team this time was still an "old acquaintance", which was Jiang Jinguang, Hu Zhongming and Yao Xiaozhi whom he met in the forest in the back mountain.

"Three sirs, we're meeting again." Zhao Han smiled and greeted Hu Zhongming who was rushing in front.

This extraordinary Mingwu with a bearded face was stunned at first, then looked at Zhao Han carefully, revealing a sudden realization, and then shouted in shock: "It turns out that it is you. I haven't seen you for a few years. You have actually practiced to this point, and you have completed the eighth level of foundation building. You are only a little bit long to achieve Mingwu?!"

Zhao Han smiled and said, "This is thanks to the help of the three adults that day."

"You killed these?" Yao Xiaozhi, who had checked the scene, appeared on Zhao Han's left at some point, pointed to the corpse on the ground and asked in a cold voice.

Zhao Han nodded and admitted frankly: "Yes, these guys are too noisy, I'll let them quiet."

"Is it killing them all? It's so crazy!" Yao Xiaozhi's face was as deep as water, and he shouted softly, and then he pulled out a afterimage, which almost instantly appeared above Zhao Han's head. With a stomp on his heel, his spiritual power burst out, and his whole person suddenly turned into a ball of light and shadow, nailing Zhao Han into the ground like an electric drill, leaving only his head outside.

"Tiened!"

Yao Xiaozhi jumped away and landed, and didn't look at Zhao Han, and ordered his subordinates, turned around and left, but suddenly came from Hu Zhongming's roar:

"careful!"

Zhao Han, who was originally stepped onto the ground by Yao Xiaozhi, suddenly showed a sneer, and then a loud "rumbling" sound came from under the ground, and then the entire ground was overturned by a huge force.

In the flying mud in the sky, a phantom flashed by, passing through the sky as light as a swift, almost teleporting, and then an iron fist like a hammer, almost attacking and hitting Yao Xiaozhi's back before he reacted!

"Puff~"

Yao Xiaozhi vomited blood and flew everywhere, and his whole aura suddenly fell to the bottom, obviously suffering a heavy blow.

"Sure enough, if the superb life is careless, I will still be able to successfully attack you within a short distance...uh..."

Before Zhao Han could sigh, a sudden burst of pain came from his waist, and a huge force rushed into his body like a flood of broken dams, and his body was completely destroyed in an instant.

"I'm also careless..."

With all his last bit of strength, Zhao Han turned his head and saw Jiang Jinguang's expressionless poker face.

His vision was dim and swaying, and finally he fell into complete darkness.

When Zhao Han waited again to open his eyes, the blood was red all over the place, but there was no smell of fishy smell. Instead, there was a slight fragrance. The full masculine blood and spiritual energy of heaven and earth were poured into his body from the blood-red water.

This is the blood fountain of the underworld!

Zhao Han was stunned for a moment, then reacted, looked around and found no trace of the tiger-toothed loli. He couldn't help but shake his head and said to himself: "I was killed in Chen Mingyi's memory, and then retreated? What would happen if I went in again?"

"However, although I was finally killed this time, I still gained a lot. At least the Feiyan Duxiang Fist in the Secret Legend of Chen is much stronger than the original Benniu Fist. Although I am now an extraordinary martial arts and no longer need these body-refining boxing techniques in the Foundation Establishment Stage, I can learn from it one or two."

"The only regret is that the Chen family's Huanzhen Mingwu was not forced out..."
Chapter completed!