The 36th floor of the White Crane Tower, VIP suite.

The young lady in the white dress looked serious and was seriously teaching Zhao Han what to pay attention to when removing the gun.

"The so-called gun will is actually a manifestation of the opponent's martial will. The reason why it can always be entrenched in your chest without any damage is because the martial will contained in this gun will have a trace of the great mark and can draw strength from the world anytime and anywhere."

"So, if you want to remove the will of the gun, the key is to smash the martial arts will inside." The young lady in the white dress glanced at Zhao Han and then said, "And to smash the opponent's martial arts will, there is no other shortcut to take, you can only use another kind of martial arts will to collide."

"Whoever understands the great way of enlightenment is profound and whoever sympathizes with the great way is closer to the origin, he will be able to win the final victory of the collision of will."

Zhao Han raised his eyebrows and said, "In short, I just use my martial will to fight directly with the martial will in this gun. After fighting, I can remove this gun will. If I can't fight, I will still be the same, right?"

"Not bad." The young lady in the white dress nodded and added, "But this gun is in your body after all. You have the advantage of home court and can be continuously replenished and restored. However, the martial arts will in this gun is water without source and wood without roots. If you come little by little, you will eventually be wiped out by you."

"Understood."

Zhao Han nodded and said self-deprecatingly: "Let me see how many times my weakest martial will will need to be used to erase the martial will in this gun.

The next moment, he sat cross-legged, his mind sinking into the sea of ​​consciousness. Under the Fusang tree, Zhao Han's soul body opened his eyes. Behind the soul body, Chixia rolled, and a small fist was vaguely swinging in the air, evolving various exquisite boxing techniques.

"The martial will I understand seems to be different from what Xiaowu said about sympathy and transformation with the simple way of power."

Looking at the little fist that kept flying around, shaking the sky and the earth, and not being at peace for a moment, Zhao Han's soul body crossed his face: "How come he feels... like a mouse, running around everywhere?"

"Bang!"

The next moment, the small fist suddenly turned and punched Zhao Han's soul body in the face, in the middle of his eye socket.

“…not only do you like to run around, but you also like to hit people.”

Zhao Han's soul body reached out to grab the small fist, but found that although the small fist seemed extremely solid, it was actually empty, as if it was between existence and non-existence.

"Okay, in short, there has been a change of change again." Zhao Han's soul body rubbed his eyes and sighed, "I'm used to it. Anyway, I'm not a normal person and will never go on a normal path. Everything will change when I get to this."

Next, Zhao Han's soul body restrained his mind and sat down under the Fusang tree. In his mind, a spiritual power full of his powerful thoughts rushed out of the sea of ​​consciousness and rushed towards the murderous aura that was entrenched in his chest.

"boom!"

A loud noise in the mind exploded in Zhao Han's chest. The thought hidden in his mental power instantly found that he was in a blue world, with whirlwinds almost filling the whole world.

"Oh? Is this his martial will?"

A wisp of Zhao Han's thought spread out, and he circled around the entire blue world, and found an extremely sharp bronze spear located in the center of this world.

This bronze spear was as big as a pillar of heaven, and it lies in the center. A sharp edge trembled in the void, rubbing with the void, and whirlwinds after whirlwind.

The dense green whirlwinds in this world turned out to be just the product of the friction between the tip of the spear in the center and the void.

"So that's the case."

A sense of joy emanated from Zhao Han's thoughts before, and then, the mental power wrapped around the thoughts turned into a torrent, just like the water breaking through the dam and rushing towards the green whirlwinds around.

Zhao Han's mental power was extremely strong. After the attack, it almost destroyed the world with destruction and easily swept across the world from the front. Those blue whirlwinds were like delicate flowers in front of Zhao Han's powerful mental power, and they were crushed into slag as soon as they came into contact.

In almost the blink of an eye, the world was occupied by Zhao Han's abundant mental power. The whole world trembled unwillingly, as if it felt the arrival of doomsday.

At this moment, the bronze spear that was originally located in the center of the world suddenly turned its head and pointed directly below Zhao Han's mental power, which was like a vast ocean, almost covering the entire world, and an unparalleled sharp aura emanated from the tip of the spear.

Zhao Han's originally unstoppable and invincible mental power was like a hot knife butter when facing this sharp wisp of sharp energy, and was cut and pierced through in an understatement. How easy it was for these mental powers to crush those blue whirlwinds before, and how easy it was for them to be cut and pierced by the sharp energy at this moment.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Zhao Han's soul body suddenly pointed and spoke the truth: "Strength!"

A mysterious sound sang in the sea of ​​consciousness. Then, the small fist that was originally circling around the soul body was like seeing a puppy flying out of bones. It instantly disappeared, and the next moment it broke into the gun in Zhao Han's chest.

The bronze spear, which was unscrupulously splitting Zhao Han's mental power and constantly replenishing the blue whirlwind, felt something wrong at the first time. But before it could turn the spear head, a small and exquisite fist directly rushed over and hit the gun barrel.

"boom!"

A terrifying heavenly sounded in the blue world, as if there were gods and demons preaching. The sounds and words of demons competed against each other, and cracks were generated from the junction of small fists and bronze spears, and then quickly spread to the whole world at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Click~"

The bronze spear broke into two pieces, but the sharp edge of the spear tip seemed to be even more ferocious, as if it was going to engage in a final desperate battle, comparing with the small fist.

The little fist lingers in Chixia. After breaking the bronze spear, it sways in the air, like a child smug. After being provoked by the short spear, it immediately seemed like he was angry. The Chixia lingering around suddenly shines, and from a distance it looks like a burning flame.

Immediately afterwards, the small fist began to accelerate, and the pure domineering and primitive aura spread out. A stream of light was drawn out from the air, and the sky was filled with fist shadows, smashing down at the bronze spear head.

In the White Crane Tower, in the VIP suite, Zhao Han suddenly opened his eyes, and a pure primitive and domineering aura spread out on his body.

Seeing this, the young lady in white dress quickly said with concern: "How is it? Don't worry, if you don't succeed at one time, you can try it multiple times, and it will always succeed."
Chapter completed!