"This... Since you are so requested by Uncle Qi, I have to obey my nephew. Brother Yu, please bear with me for a while, and I will finish the fight soon."

Zhao Han showed a look of embarrassment and hesitation on his face. Finally, he sighed helplessly, snatched the wooden board in the hand of a man with a strong outfit, and stepped on the shoulder blade of the fat man, making him unable to move. Then he raised the wooden board in his hand and brought a strong wind to shine on Zhao Yu's pink buttocks with a "pop".

"Ah... it hurts!"

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

"It hurts so much, Dad, save me!"

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

"Stop hitting, stop hitting, I know I'm wrong, woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-wo

Immediately, the little fat man screamed like a pig in the courtyard, crying and crying, and tears flowed. The mouth that had just been bandaged broke open again, and blood flowed.

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But his forehead was bulging with blue veins, his forehead was filled with sweat from holding his breath, and there seemed to be a fire in his eyes. When he swept across Zhao Han, who was executing his face from the corner of his eyes, a fierce light flashed.

"Uncle Qi, nephew, I didn't expect that Brother Yu's physique is so poor. I've stopped working, and he actually fainted in pain."

After a while, Zhao Han threw away the blood-stained wooden board, bowed to Zhao Shengling with a guilty look on his face, and said earnestly, "I think Brother Yu's physique needs to be strengthened. Although the soul that the warriors value most is the soul, the body is the foundation after all. Without a body, it is easy to die if they have a strong soul."

"Very good. Xiaohan, you are smart and sensible, have the legacy of your third brother. I think this little beast in my family will definitely remember the lessons of today and will repay you heavily in the future."

Zhao Shengling wanted to squeeze out a smile to maintain his demeanor, but found that his facial muscles were stiff as steel. He waved his hand and signaled those strong-armed men who were so scared that their faces turned white to clean up the fat man who fainted from pain and took him away from here.

"But I have a word I hope you remember."

"Uncle Qi, please tell me."

"This world is ultimately a world where martial arts are the most respected, and strength is the basis of everything. Without this foundation, everything will be like castles in the air, sand castles by the sea, and when the wind and waves come, no matter how beautiful it is before, it will not be able to escape the collapse of ruins."

As soon as he finished speaking, a majestic aura suddenly surged from all directions like a tide, blocking the world and isolating the air, making Zhao Han seem to be in a vacuum. Although he opened his eyes, he could not see any scene, and opened his mouth but could not inhale any air. No matter vision, hearing, smell, taste, touch, etc., all lost their due role at this moment.

It is so quiet that it is so quiet that it is so dark that it is so nervous that it is almost crazy.

I don't know how long it took, a light breeze blew from the sky, smashing the suffocating silence. The five senses that were blocked finally returned to normal. Zhao Han was like a fish left by the water, leaning against the door, bent down, greedily swallowing the fresh air, his face pale, and he looked forward hard, but only saw a blurred back gradually fading away.

Until the figure disappeared into the corner, a low voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "This is the end of this matter..."

The meaning of the word is not over, and it exudes a forceful edge, meaningful.

"This is the gap between me and the real warrior now. It's really big. Even though I have successfully entered the fifth level of foundation building, I have no power to turn the hand in front of him, and I can't even resist a single thought!"

"Even if I exhausted my brain, grasped the omissions, followed the rules, stood up to the truth, ran with words, found another way, and had the advantage of the scene, but still couldn't resist his idea."

"Although Mr. Zhao Qi is not good at character, this sentence is the truth. In this world, without the strength to support it, everything is a castle in the air and cannot withstand any storm."

Zhao Han licked the blood on his lips, with a trace of sweetness in the fishy and salty environment. In the dark and quiet environment, he bit his lower lip hard in order to break free, trying to use the severe pain to boost his spirit, but it had little effect.

"Young Master, are you okay?" Su Su's worried voice came from behind. She had already put on her robe and stood beside Zhao Han. She reached out and touched his biting lips with heartache.

"It hurts very much!" Zhao Han nodded vigorously, suddenly bit Su Su's finger, showing a cunning smile, and said vaguely, "But you will not hurt after touching it."

"Bah, you bad guy is here to tease me again?" Su Su's pretty face turned red and spat, quickly retracted her hand, put it on her waist, trembled slightly, turned her head, and hummed, "I think you are not in pain enough!"

"It hurts enough, and it wakes up. I don't want to hurt anymore." Zhao Han took a deep breath when he heard this, his eyes were deep, and murmured, "After all, this world depends on its own strength. Putting hope on the so-called rules, morality, justice and even others is a stupid act."

"I really want to thank this Mr. Zhao Qi for teaching me a vivid lesson."

"Young Master, are you okay?" Looking at the strange aura emitted from the familiar face in front of you, Su Su felt a sense of fear that even she could not understand. She whispered, "You have just recovered from illness, so you should have to rest more, things can't come."

"No, we don't have much time this time, and some people can't wait for a moment." Zhao Han pursed his lower lips, and a stinging pain came, making his face a little gloomy. He lowered his head, making Su Su unable to see his face clearly, and his voice was quiet, "However, we still follow our rhythm, Su Su, I will eat braised carp, steamed carp, boiled carp, sweet and sour carp, and carp bean soup tonight."

"Ah... Master, what's the affair with you? You're smashing the other person's head and still can't help but you have to find a way to abuse the corpse?" Su Su's little face turned pale, and an unnatural smile appeared on her face.

When she went to find Zhao Han, she was startled by the bloody scene. Her arms and legs grew on a big carp, and her flesh and blood were blurred and fishy, ​​which made her, who was by nature, almost fainted on the spot.

But she had been worried about Zhao Han before, afraid that he would suffer some accidents, so she forced herself to endure the nausea until the end. Later, she was teased by Zhao Han and diverted her attention, and the disgusting scene was thrown away.

When Zhao Han mentioned it again, Su Su felt disgusted, and there was sourness in her belly. She wanted to refuse, but she was afraid that he would get angry.

"Don't worry, I've packed up the ingredients, and I've thrown away all the disgusting things to make flower mud." Zhao Han made a rare serious reply, pinched his face and said, "This fire cloud carp almost turned into a demon. It has delicious flesh and abundant vitality, and it replenishes blood and nourishes qi. Especially the brain marrow in the skull, which contains rich spiritual sects. It is good for me to practice and cannot be wasted."

"Okay, I'll do it, you can rest first." Hearing that it was good for Zhao Han, Su Su nodded in disgust, explained, and walked towards the kitchen.

After dinner and taking a hot bath, Zhao Han felt warm all over, as if there were hundreds of ovens hidden in his body, and his blood was surging and he could almost lit the firewood. Even though the snow outside melted, the temperature was lower than the previous two days. He was wearing a single dress and sweating profusely, wishing he could bury his body in the snow with his shirtlessness.

Even Susu was sweating profusely at this moment, and the silk clothes on her body were close to her body, showing her delicate figure and charming.

"This damn carp, even if you die, you will cheat me!" Zhao Han cursed angrily. Ninety percent of the dishes made with the tender meat cut from the Huoyun Carp had entered his stomach. At this moment, the energy and spiritual power in the fish meat immediately turned him into a human-shaped roasted shrimp, red and purple, and even the heat exhaled between his mouth and nose could melt the snow.

"Su Su, you have a good rest. It's best to go for a walk in the yard and digest. I'll go to the practice room first." Zhao Han was extremely hot all over, afraid of doing something wrong, so he didn't dare to stay with Su Su anymore. He left a sentence and rushed to the practice room.

This training room is used by Zhao Shengya when he practices on weekdays. The whole body is made of watered with a total of more than meter-thick refined steel. If it is locked from the inside, it will be difficult for some powerful life warriors to force it to open from the outside. 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 in front of an open space. According to the memory he received, he stretched his limbs like a bull, exerting force from his heels, and trembled with force along the lower limbs, waist, abdomen, chest, back, upper limbs, and even neck. Gradually, every membrane and muscle in his body trembled gently rhythmically.

At the same time, after digesting the vital energy in his abdomen, it turned into a stream of hot breath, and was shaken little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little, integrating into the membrane, muscles, bones, organs, and even blood marrow, strengthening the body from all aspects.

As time went by, the frequency of Zhao Han's tremors tended to synchronize, and the amplitude of the vibration became larger and larger. The slight tremors were superimposed on each other, and the sound resonated. In the end, the sound was like a cow roaring, mooing, piercing through the steel wall that was more than meter thick, as if there was a bull yelling in the practice room.

Mangniu Roar, the symbol of Zhao's secret technique "Mangniu Style" after practicing it to the great success.

“Moo~”

Zhao Han opened his mouth without making a sound, but the tremor in his body actually spit out a bull-hum from his mouth. The white air gushed and turned into a bull-shaped bull. He lowered his head and hit the nearest wall. With a muffled "bang", a dent of an inch was suddenly seen on the wall poured with the whole of the refined steel.
Chapter completed!