forbidden place

() The first thing that catches the eye is the huge statue in the center of the square. It is hundreds of feet high and is made of something like black iron. This man is wearing a long robe and holding a scroll in his hand.

"This is the former great sage of our Fengxian County, Wu Zhongshu! Wu sage was once a prime minister, and his cultivation is even more earth-shattering. He is like a fairy!" Beside Han Hui, an old man said to a young man.

There is also practice in this world, which can already be determined. There are mortals and monks, but they don't know the division of the realm of monks.

Because he can practice without eating, Han Hui feels that he can go far in the Great Thousand World.

The only regret is that the meridians of the body are different, and the locks in all the meridians have been unlocked. It is impossible for him to elevate the state arbitrarily as if he is in the world of Qi training.

Furthermore, he didn't know how the realms of the monks were divided here, what was the realm of the two people fighting in Tie Yuanyin's courtyard?

"Wu Zhongshu's cultivation is earth-shattering. Someone once monopolized an army of [-] and saved Fengxian County!" the old man continued.

Han Hui slowly found a place and sat on the ground casually. In this world, he came here to watch the conscription. Most of the people who want to join the army are bitter haha. No one would care about these things. Han Hui crossed his legs Sitting on the ground, it doesn't look awkward.

The vitality between the heaven and the earth poured into his body frantically, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, his body could not bear such a huge amount of vitality.

However, in each of his cells, there is a person who is absorbing the vitality of the world, and in this way, his bearing capacity will naturally increase.

These people absorb such high-quality heaven and earth vitality, each of them increases in strength, the speed of practicing Buddhist supernatural powers is faster, and the aspirations generated are stronger. This force is injected into his body and strengthens the cells in his body.

Han Hui closed his eyes slightly, and a mental storm was generated in the body, covering every cell, instilling the broken experience into them through dreams.

The stronger the strength before the shattering, the stronger the strength after the shattering. If these people are successfully shattered, their strength cannot be compared with Han Hui.

However, the important thing is that there are too many, tens of billions of them. When everyone breathes out, it is a storm, and the number can make up for all the shortcomings.

He sat for a whole day, then stood up, and walked slowly in the square. Suddenly, he felt a gaze focusing on him.

When Han Hui then crossed another person, he turned his head and looked over, and saw an old man in a brocade robe and a young man in his twenties watching him.

"Could it be that practicing here has attracted someone's attention? It seems that we should pay more attention in the future. We still need to get some money and live in an inn to avoid such troubles." Han Hui thought to himself.

He continued to pretend that nothing had happened, watching the night scene in the square. There were stone pillars above the square, and flames erupted from these stone pillars, illuminating the night sky like daytime.

The old man in brocade who had been paying attention to Hanhui said: "This person probably wants to join the army. If he joins the army, he will be recruited under the family. Although this person does not have a tyrannical aura, his endurance is extremely amazing. Sitting cross-legged I spent a whole day here without moving, and I will be a candidate for scouting in the future."

The young man chuckled and said, "A person with strong endurance can be a scout? The scout team is the eyes of an army. Only those who are the best at observing can be scouts?"

"If you are still, you can be quiet. After being quiet, you can think. After thinking, you can get something! If a person can't settle down, how can he get anything? Only those who are quiet have sharp judgment!" The old man said, glancing at the young man.

The young man curled his lips and said, "Grandpa, what exactly is Master Li going to do this time? Isn't it the same as sending an army to the battlefield to die?"

"What do you know? Lord Li has his own plans. I'm afraid that if he curry favor with Prince Wuwei, it's not impossible to go further. Even if he can't be the governor of a town, it's still possible to be a deputy governor!" said the old man.

"He can't be the governor of a town, but I may not be. Our Huang family is well-versed in business, but no one can be a high-ranking crown. The Huang family is at most a county guard. This time I join the army. I must make great contributions. In the future You can become a marquis or even a king!" The young man was full of ambition.

"Shaoqiu, although you are talented, your personality is a little out of character, so I let you go to the army to practice. In the future, you will face a battlefield where life and death will be fought, and life and death will be separated when you meet. Don't be careless, our royal warriors may not be able to protect you!" The old man said with a sigh.

"Haha, Grandpa, I'm already a martial artist, so I still need the protection of a warrior?" If the young man heard the words of the people around him, they would surely be in awe.

A single samurai can change the fate of a poor family, turning the family into a well-off family in an instant, with sufficient daily expenses.

If you are a martial artist, you are a big shot. No matter where you go, you will receive great preferential treatment. For example, if you join the army, you will be the commander of a battalion directly, control 3000 centurions, and [-] people obey orders.

Han Hui was naturally unaware of the discussion between the two of the Huang family. He wandered around the square, and suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he saw a thief stealing a money bag from a man who sold herbs with a leather bag on his back.

"Good opportunity!" Han Hui was excited.

After all, he is a self-respecting identity. He has been in the crafting world for so many years, and he is called the ancestor every day. He is always the identity of the messenger of God. There are swarms of servants, and he can't shame himself to steal ordinary people's money.

There is no burden to be black and black. He walked a few steps quickly, and as soon as he got sideways with the thief, he got the money bag on the thief's body into his own hands.

Then, he walked slowly past the man carrying the leather bag, and put the bag of copper coins that belonged to him back on him.

Of course, the middle-aged man with a weather-beaten face and carrying a bag of medicinal materials didn't realize it at all, and didn't know at all that his money was lost, and then lost and recovered.

Three purses!

In addition to the man who sold the medicine in the leather bag, the thief also stole three people. Han Hui stretched out his hand and pinched it. In the coming year, each money bag was full of copper coins, not many, and one of the purple money bags contained more copper coins. There are hundreds of them, and two are coins.

"Staying in a hotel should be enough!" Han Hui thought to himself.

He walked slowly around the square, walked to the edge of the square, crossed Fengxian Street, and walked to the alley on the opposite side of the street. He knew that hotels were usually in this.

At this moment, five figures sprang out.

The leader was a bald man, who sneered and said: "Boy, call out all the money on your body, and spare your life. Judging by your appearance, you should have a lot of money on you?"

"Haha, that's right, big brother, maybe he doesn't want to join the army?" Another tall and thin man said, waving a cypress stick in his hand.

"The money has been handed over to us. What else can he do if he doesn't join the army? There is no travel expenses to go home. Only by joining the army can he survive. Could it be possible that this young man begged to go back?" The bald brother laughed and said.

In the eyes of these robbers and robbers, Han Hui's clothes are already like a son's brother, his face turned cold, and he had already solved his physical discomfort in a day.

Han Hui didn't step forward, and punched the bald man in the throat. The bald man obviously didn't expect that this thin young man dared to hit him.

Caught off guard, he was hit in the throat all of a sudden, with a click, the bald brother felt his head tilted to one side.

His body fell to the ground like a mountain peak, and he fell to the ground with a bang, his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.

Han Hui's body moved again, and his fist hit the guy holding the cypress stick. As soon as the guy raised the stick, Han Hui's fist reached his face.

Just when Han Hui thought he was going to succeed, another gangster jumped up and kicked him on the waist, kicking him flying out.

The anger in Han Hui's heart, he still overestimated his own strength, just as he was about to jump up, the cypress stick hit him.

"crack" "crack" "crack"

"Boy, you don't want to drink a toast, but you still dare to fight back. I will let you fight back!" The man holding the cypress stick slammed at Han Hui again.