"I...fuck, what are you going to do?" Qing Ji was stunned, and subconsciously clutched her chest when she saw Han Sanqian's movements: "You're not such a beast, are you?"
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in you." Han Sanqian smiled, put his coat aside, and then walked up to Qing Ji: "Lest you think I'm perverted or do nothing all day long.
"
As soon as she finished speaking, Han Sanqian sat down in front of her, stretched out a hand and raised it in the air.
Looking at Han Sanqian's appearance, Qing Ji's face turned red. She obviously misunderstood Han Sanqian. He just wanted to compete with her in terms of internal strength.
"You definitely can't beat me. Let's do this. You attack me with all your strength, and I'll defend you with 10% of my strength." Han Sanqian said.
Hearing this, Qing Ji was not happy. The first half of the sentence was easy to accept. She also admitted that she should not be Han Sanqian's opponent, but wouldn't the second half of the sentence be humiliating?
What does it mean to attack him with all your strength, but he only uses 10% of his strength to defend?
Damn, I am the master of the Hall of Hundred Demons after all, a veteran figure in one of the Three Palaces and Four Halls. His cultivation level is at the Demon Lord level, and he is even close to the Demon Saint.
Compared with the four masters, Qing Ji also has absolute confidence that she can challenge any of them alone, and she may even be able to win a small victory.
But when he arrived at Han Sanqian's place, he said that he was a man who could be killed and not humiliated!
"Not convinced?" Han Sanqian laughed.
"Quite angry." Qing Ji was speechless.
Han Sanqian smiled: "Anger is a good thing, at least you can use your full strength."
"..." Qing Ji was furious, gritted her teeth, and made up her mind: "Okay, I originally planned to be merciful to you, but since you said so, you're welcome."
"Don't be polite." Han Sanqian smiled.
After taking a look at Han Sanqian, Qing Ji suddenly made up her mind and directly took over Han Sanqian's palm with one hand. The next second, all the demonic energy in her body suddenly gathered and attacked Han Sanqian directly through her palm.
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For ordinary people, Qing Ji was confident that this blow was enough to knock him back several meters away. However, when it completely hit Han Sanqian, Han Sanqian didn't even fly out, even if he moved even a little.
Not at all.
Even at this time, Han Sanqian showed a faint smile: "The strength is good, but Qingji, you underestimated me too much, you did not use your full strength."
Qing Ji didn't answer. As soon as she gritted her teeth, a stronger force struck again.
Han Sanqian clearly felt that the pressure on his hand suddenly doubled. At almost this moment, Han Sanqian poured strength into his hand and concentrated it directly on his palm.
One push!
"Buzz!"
Between the two palms, the energy spreads out directly, blowing dust and debris flying several meters away.
"Yichengli." Han Sanqian smiled softly, and the two of them had maintained their relationship.
"Are you bragging? You can stop me with just 10% of your strength?" Qing Ji's face turned red, both because she was angry and because she used too much force.
Han Sanqian smiled slightly: "Then you try my 20% strength."
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Sanqian slightly increased the force in his hands. At that moment, Qing Ji felt a huge mountain suddenly pressing down on her.
Although this was completely within the range she could bear, she knew very well that at least in this comparison she was now completely at a disadvantage.
She simply withdrew her inner energy and hands, frowned and looked at Han Sanqian: "Did you really only use 20% of your strength?"
"Then you think I've really been just raising pigs for the past three days?" Han Sanqian smiled, stood up and put on his coat, and said calmly: "Zhu Yanshuo is not the singing and dancing person you imagined, he must be saving up something.
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"Once it's in place, it will hit like a flood."
"However, I'm not stupid. Three days is enough for me to recuperate."
Qing Ji frowned: "Flood? When will this flood hit?"
