After a while, Ji Xiangtian and others were seen running out of the main hall.
Apparently, the oil lamp went out again.
Seeing Ling Han sitting cross-legged outside alone, as if he was meditating on something, many people sneered.
Everyone present is the supreme genius, but which one has memorized the holy technique?
What are you pretending to be?
Only Ji Xiangtian and Song Lan were moved in their hearts and looked at Ling Han deeply.
The unique delicacy of women, coupled with their excellent observation skills, they had captured before. Even though Ling Han arrived very late, he quickly completed the memory of the Eighteen Arhats' hands and began to comprehend outside.
Calculating this time, it is even much shorter than Feng Jixing.
Now, Ling Han was the first to come out.
This guy took the lead in mastering the holy art again?
"Pretend to be a ghost!" A young man said disdainfully. He was a strong man in the Seven Cauldrons, ranked sixty-seven on the Star Network, and his name was Mo Yuanwu.
Ling Han only said nothing, he was at an important moment of enlightenment.
"Boy, you are so awesome, you actually dare to be arrogant!" Mo Yuanwu strode towards Ling Han. This man is unknown, but now he dares to pretend to be in front of him. Where does this courage come from?
Are you really enlightening? Stop pretending, you haven't even mastered Feng Jixing yet, you're just a bird.
He walked over and slapped Ling Han.
This palm was not heavy because he had no murderous intention yet.
boom!
Someone rushed out and exchanged blows with Mo Yuanwu.
Huh?
When they saw the appearance of this person, everyone was surprised, because this was actually Song Lan, the beauty who ranked ninth on the list of stunning beauties.
She actually took action for Ling Han?
Feng Jixing saw it in his eyes and couldn't help but shrink his pupils slightly.
As the number one person in the realm of forging cauldrons in the Northern Territory, he is naturally proud and reserved. Therefore, he is obviously very interested in Song Lan, but he does not show it. Although Ji Xiangtian's appearance and temperament are not inferior, after all, he
She is a Buddhist saint, so it is very difficult to deal with her.
Therefore, he must be more willing to get close to Song Lan.
But although Song Lan was very polite to him and showed his appreciation for him, that was all.
Now, Song Lan actually took action for a man, which surprised Feng Jixing and made him feel jealous.
His woman should only have him in her heart and not tolerate another person of the opposite sex.
"Fairy Song!" Mo Yuanwu was extremely surprised, "Why are you?"
Before he could finish speaking, Song Lan said: "This dear friend is at a critical moment of enlightenment, so it's best not to disturb him."
Mo Yuanwu was surprised and jealous at the same time. Who doesn't like beautiful women, especially a stunning girl like Song Lan, but now Song Lan was so protective of Ling Han, which made him extremely unhappy.
He was young and energetic, and said: "Fairy Song, don't be deceived by him. Even Brother Feng has not been able to understand the holy art. How can this kid learn it? So, he is just pretending here."
Hearing him mention himself, Feng Jixing felt a little uncomfortable.
What kind of existence is he, and who is worthy to compare with him?
Moreover, this is not to compare his advantages, but to say that he has not mastered the holy art, which naturally makes him even more unhappy.
Song Lan shook his head: "He didn't provoke you, so why should he be aggressive?"
Mo Yuanwu smiled awkwardly: "Since Fairy Song interceded for him, then forget it."
They waited, and when the oil lamps in the main hall were lit again, they entered the hall one after another and continued to observe the holy arts.
However, Mo Yuanwu deliberately lagged a few steps behind. After everyone entered the hall, he stopped, turned around, and walked towards Ling Han.
He would not let Ling Han off so easily.
This guy didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, he was so pretentious.
"Boy, there is no one else here, no need to pretend anymore." Mo Yuanwu said coldly.
Ling Han ignored it, he was already getting better.
"Okay, let you pretend!" Mo Yuanwu took action and grabbed Ling Han. This time, no one could stop him.
But when he hit it with his palm, it was all in vain.
Huh?
Mo Yuanwu was stunned. When his palm force was about to strike, Ling Han suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed on the ground, and moved away a little, just to avoid his palm force.
You mad.
Sure enough, this wasn't meditating. He was clearly paying attention to himself.
"What a shame, you little boy!" Mo Yuanwu continued to attack Ling Han.
But every time when palm power or fist power was about to attack, Ling Han was always able to dodge it just right, making Mo Yuanwu's anger become more and more intense.
Still can’t cure you?
He no longer struck with such precision, but instead expanded the strike surface, blasted out with one blow, and condensed his strength into a huge cyan fist, bigger than a house, and smashed towards Ling Han.
Like this... let's see how you can hide.
The larger the striking surface, the smaller the power, because the power is dispersed. This is easy to understand, so the more expert you are, the less likely you are to use such an attack method. You can also defeat your opponent, which is naturally a waste of power.
However, now Mo Yuanwu just wanted Ling Han to parry and break the opponent's calm and pretentious appearance.
Therefore, he didn't care if it was a waste of strength, nor did he care if it hurt Ling Han.
Boom, a punch hit, covering the sky.
Ling Han sighed, he really didn't want to interrupt his enlightenment.
Special grandma drop.
He stood up. Since you insist on having sex, I'll let you do it.
Bang, he punched out and made contact with the cyan fist. Although the size of the two was very different, the huge cyan fist immediately shattered after the blow, making it completely vulnerable.
"Haha, you finally stopped pretending!" Mo Yuanwu felt that this was his huge victory.
Look, you still can't pretend anymore.
"Pretend to be your sister!" Ling Han said angrily. He was interrupted from enlightenment, and one can imagine his bad mood.
You're crazy, Damn, why am I hindering your enlightenment here? One interruption doesn't count, but you have to do it again if you are blocked by others?
It's really a shame.
"Hmph, you are so brave, you dare to speak rudely to me!" Mo Yuanwu also showed a look of anger.
He didn't use all his strength just now, and he also attacked in a large area, so although Ling Han easily broke his punch, he still didn't pay much attention to Ling Han.
Phew, Ling Han rushed over.
"Haha, look for it." Mo Yuanwu laughed, but before he could say the word "death", he was knocked over by Ling Han's punch.
How could it be so fast?
At this moment, his heart was confused.
He was a powerful man from the Seven Cauldrons, ranked 67th on the Star Network. How could he be knocked down without even seeing his opponent's fist?
He wanted to fight back, but, bang bang bang, a series of fists were hit, making him scream in pain and leaving him completely unable to fight back.
Every punch he punched dissipated the secret power he had just gathered. How to fight back?
"Ah" he could only scream in pain. After hundreds of punches, he finally fainted from the pain.