The word "hungry" was shouted loudly, so how could the battle continue? If you say I'm not hungry, you won't win with force. If you say I'm hungry too, well, let's eat first. The second hall master was so depressed that he touched two strands of hair on his bald head.
Helplessly said: "Okay, just follow my friend, let's fight again after dinner!" Han Shaer did not forget to be nice: "You have a big belly and you get hungry quickly. You are a guest. I'm sorry to mention it. Isn't it just for your sake?"
." The second hall master rolled his eyelids and finally clasped his fists: "Feeling full, feeling full!"
Originally, there was no need to lead people to eat, but Xie Hou did not go, so he opened the gap in the octagonal pavilion with an iron rod. Han Shaer went into the cave to get wine and meat. There were eight chickens and ducks left, and only half a jar of wine. He smiled and said, "You are also getting old.
Well, drinking too much is not good for your health, so let me do it!" Xie Hou's nose was crooked, boy, is the wine I brought you good? You can have it all if you want. Why do you say it so grandly?
After an hour, they regrouped and fought again. The second half was completely reversed from the first half. Han Shaer changed his passive defense and went on the field with a fierce attack like a mountain tiger and a water dragon. He did what he said,
He used all his moves to attack the enemy in the air, never carrying any scraps or scraps of grass. The second hall master was horrified and used all his strength to turn his palms into iron sand to deal with the enemy with the highest alert. A cloud of white mist and a cloud of black mist, just like a white dragon and a black dragon fighting each other.
spell.
After a long time, the second hall leader seized the opportunity and faced off against Han Shaer. He was confident that after years of immersion, his skills were absolutely superior. At the critical moment, he could break his tendons and fractures and kill the enemy with one move. Han Shaer felt that
The pressure was over, and his internal organs were trembling. In the critical situation, he released a breath from his Dantian, and he felt much better immediately. He could cope with it easily and was brave enough. After tasting the sweetness, he took a second puff, and his palms turned red, and he had an idea.
, the excess energy is directed into the golden finger, and an arrow of flame is shot.
Two strands of hair of the second hall master were burned. He was panic-stricken, his energy and blood surged, he screamed, and fell backwards.
Han Shaer is victorious!
The two followers hurriedly went to help them and looked at their leader, who was already dying and unconscious. Han Shaer came over, and the followers were frightened: "We have lost, why don't we bring someone to kill him?" Han Shaer said funnyly: "Why should I kill him?
?Is it interesting? I'm here to heal his injuries." It's eye-opening. There is such a magical operation to heal the opponent's injuries! Seeing that the second hall master has become a bald monk, with two red and swollen areas where his hair used to be, the followers can't help but be frightened and inexplicable. This
The little devil is fierce in fights and can heal his wounds. If you can't mess with him, you can hide as far away as you can from now on.
First, the redness and swelling were eliminated, and the back was stroked to smoothen the air and wake the person up. However, the hand joints were fractured and deformed in many places, and it would take a year and a half to recover, so Han Shaer was too lazy to exert any effort.
The Second Hall Master looked ashamed and said: "Thank you so much, young hero, for saving me. I admire you so much! The young knight's cultivation can be as good as that of my cousin and senior brother. Given time, I can catch up with my master. I can't match it. I am willing to be inferior to you. Mani."
Don’t ever step into the Shaolin Temple again.”
Well, be good! Han Shaer echoed and said: "Emei is also my territory. Let's go drink tea and go sightseeing when you have time!" The second hall master's face darkened: "Are you the Emei Supreme Zhenxuzi from Shenlong's Latent?
Han Shaer smiled and did not answer him, but said: "Your ability is not low, and it is not inferior to any leader of the Great Sword Sect. Your master must be a rare expert. Please introduce him as he pleases." The second hall master shook his head: "
I'm afraid it's no longer possible! Master lives in Persia and has cultivated to the ninth level of Prajna, the trance state. He will neither come to China nor meet outsiders."
What? There is a ninth level of Prajna? I have no reason to look up to the sky and sigh, I am ignorant and ignorant!
Han Shaer asked again: "Are you also a Persian?" The second hall master shook his head again: "Brother, my father is a merchant from China and my mother is a Persian." Hehe, what do I think? That sounds nice.
These are mixed-race children, or to put it bluntly, mongrels. No wonder they look so weird!
Suddenly, there was a noise and chaos in the front yard.