Han Sanqian looked at him, gritted his teeth, and responded coldly: "You can play whatever you want, if you want me to beg for mercy, you should give up this idea as soon as possible."
After saying that, Han Sanqian lay directly on the ground and waited.
Ten minutes later, the old man showed up as promised.
Seeing that Han Sanqian still looked away, the old man knew that Han Sanqian had already given him a definite answer.
He wasn't angry either, he just smiled faintly: "Okay, since you have made your choice, then I will do what you wish."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sea of fire rose up around Han Sanqian, and the devil's training from just now began again.
Han Sanqian was not afraid, but he refused to lie down. Just like the first time, he rose up to fight.
First came fire, then ice, then earth, and then came the dual pressure of wood and metal.
Although the first three levels are difficult, they are not particularly difficult for Han Sanqian.
But the Mu-Jin alliance behind was too strong, and Han Sanqian was almost the same as last time. He didn't last long before he was completely defeated.
The ending never changes.
The old man seemed to have no intention of stopping.
When Han Sanqian was rescued again, all the nightmares started again.
In this reincarnation, I don't know how many hours or how many days have passed, and the reincarnation has gone through countless circles.
Han Sanqian was constantly tortured by the injuries of the Five Elements, and then killed, and was repeatedly revived by the old man.
Everything seems to be repeating, like reincarnation.
"It's been six times. How about it? Are you still not going to change your mind?" The old man smiled softly and looked at Han Sanqian.
Han Sanqian turned his head to one side and paid no attention at all.
The old man smiled: "Why don't you speak? Are you angry?"
Han Sanqian still ignored him. For him, there was no need to say a word to this pervert.
No wonder when I first met him, I felt that this old man was much more insidious and mysterious than the old man outside. Now it seems that the other person has not deceived me, and it is just his heart.
This old man has a perverted mind, so there is a sinister look on his face.
"It doesn't matter, there are so many people who hate me, who do you think they are? Besides, I don't know how long I have lived for so many years. If I want to be hated by others, then wouldn't I have been punished for it all my life?
Are you so angry?"
"Well, since you don't speak, the communication is meaningless. You can continue."
As soon as the words fell, another round of torture began again.
Han Sanqian almost didn't even say a word. Anyway, he had suffered these pains countless times. Although it was unbearable, he got used to it the more he suffered.
The most important thing is that Han Sanqian competed with the old man. He wanted to save his strength until the end to resist the combined pressure of gold and wood.
Han Sanqian believed that as long as he passed the final hurdle, the old man would be furious.
No matter whether he kills himself or not, Han Sanqian can take advantage of this to let out a good breath of bad breath.
Thinking of this, Han Sanqian started his own operation.
Sure enough, when Jinmu attacked again, Han Sanqian, who was fully prepared, was obviously much easier to deal with this time. Although he only persisted for about half an hour, he still failed. However, compared to before, Han Sanqian was defeated.
Three Thousand's persistence time has been at least doubled.
However, Han Sanqian is not proud, nor is he ambitious. When the next time comes, he is not eager to extend the time or directly want to break through their pressure.
Instead, I used myself to hold on longer, and began to slowly ponder the abnormality and horror of the combination of metal and wood, and based on these, I made corresponding plans in advance. The purpose was naturally to have a better future next time.
Ways to adapt.
After repeating this several times, Han Sanqian began to master some of the tricks, and continued to support himself longer and longer.
Seeing this, Han Sanqian didn't even have the slightest doubt that if he was given another dozen or twenty more turns, he would be able to directly break through the combined pressure of metal and wood.
And a dozen or twenty times, said quickly, in the blink of an eye, these times are here.
And Han Sanqian also believed that it was time for him to break the last hurdle...
