Blood In Heaven

But who knows, Jiang Han's practice is one day and one night, and he doesn't seem to be tired at all. He doesn't finish his last weapon until the next evening.

At the end of the last grinding, Jiang Han's hand was loose, and his whole body was lying on the ground in a big shape. He felt that he had no strength to crush an ant. Even the blood soldiers in the realm of Star King could not bear such high-intensity training.

The eight wild wild songs beside him are the same. Jiang Han just sat down for a day and a night. Seeing this, he quickly got up and rushed over, and sent the prepared medicine pill into Jiang Han's mouth. This time, Jiang Han didn't know what medicine the eight wild songs took, but he could obviously feel that the medicine pill quickly moistened his muscles along his own meridians after it melted, which was just a piece of medicine After carving Kung Fu, Jiang Han felt that his strength had recovered a lot. It seems that the pharmacists really have their magic skills.

"Jiang Han, how do you feel?" The powerful voice of the eight wild wild songs rings in Jiang Han's ears.

"Well..." Jiang Han closed his eyes and felt that the medicine was almost dispersing. Then he had a little strength. He slowly opened his eyes and stood up. Then he was a little surprised and said, "eh, what about master tie and Ji Lao?"

"Ha ha ha, they can't wait. They've already left. Look, what time is it?" Ba Huang crazy song helped Jiang Han, and his face was very happy, because he had seen the achievements of Jiang Han's hard training, especially the last few weapons, which had the momentum of fighting with tiesan's sword, but it was less than 24 hours.

The devil!

No wonder tie San doesn't dare to look down. This boy must be afraid that Jiang Han will surpass him in one night, and his face is not bright! Ba Huang crazy song can't help but feel ecstatic when he remembers tie San's face before. Few people can make him have that kind of face. It can be regarded as making up for the bird spirit he suffered when he begged to call tie San.

At this time, Jiang Han felt a little sorry and said, "unfortunately, Mr. tie doesn't have much time. I want to ask him about Xifeng."

"Xifeng technique?" Eight wild crazy song laughed a way: "it seems that you are really fooled by the old boy tiesan. The most difficult thing is to open the front. Washing the front is just a higher requirement for the fire element's sensitivity. It seems that washing the front is more difficult. But these things are easy for you. You don't know. Tiesan said it when he left, and he has nothing to teach you."

"Ah?" Jiang Han Huoran's heart is like this. No wonder he feels more tired than the whole six years of training before. What tiesan teaches him is the way from difficult to easy. For a moment, Jiang Han not only admires tiesan more.

"That said, I can give seven to kill again wash Feng resurrection?" Jiang Han looked at his hands strangely. He thought that no matter what, he could master this skill only in a few months or half a year, but he had already entered the ranks of forgers in one day and one night.

After hearing the news of the resurrection of the seven killers, Ba Huang Kuang Ge shook his body for a while, and then said, "Jiang Han, you've been tired all day. I think the seven killers and Xi Feng should wait first."

"Well!" Jiang Han nodded heavily, and then replied: "Mr. Bahuang, it's not that I don't want to wash the front for Qisha now, it's just that my mental state is not good now. I need to take a day off and try to build a fighting soldier myself. After all, I don't want to leave a flaw for Qisha."

Jiang Han's words are very sincere, which greatly moved the eight wild songs. Although he didn't say anything, his face was more dignified, and he had already regarded Jiang Han as his benefactor.

But this is not the end, Jiang Han's next sentence almost let the eight wild crazy song excited fainted in the past.

"Mr. Bahuang, and I have a premonition that there is only one layer of window paper left to become a soul soldier in the distance of seven kills. I am confident that it will jump into the ranks of soul soldiers once again."

"This I How can I thank you? " Eight wild crazy songs seem to have some don't know what to say.

"Thank you. If it wasn't for Mr. Bahuang, I wouldn't be here today. Uncle, I'm hungry. Let's have dinner first!" Jiang Han obviously doesn't want to accept any benefits from Mr. Bahuang.

"Yes, I'll have dinner first. I'm not in a hurry. You see, I forgot!" Although Bahuang crazy song has no family, he has hired servants. As soon as he orders him to go on, the hot food comes out. Just as he is eating, Jiang Han refuses Bahuang crazy song's offer of more than ten times. But Bahuang crazy song is too enthusiastic. Finally, he has to take two packs of cigarettes as a symbolic reward. Although he can't use this thing, he will give it up for nine days If you want to be happy, Jiang Han, the brother of your college, has always kept it in mind.

Jiang Han's meal can be described as a thrilling one. Bahuang crazy song is too enthusiastic. Jiang Han finally refuses Bahuang crazy song's request to stay at home, which makes jiuniu and erhu leave Bahuang crazy song's home completely. These two days, he's totally drunk with the art of starting. He doesn't know if there's any change in the school. What's more, the blood of the rosefinch, Jiang Han Even I don't know how to come, if Zhu Yan asked me how to answerIn all this, it's better to ask about abandoning Jiutian. In this respect, it's estimated that he is very experienced. Jiang Han remembers the previous agreement between the two people and goes to the Imperial College nonstop.

At this time, when Jiang Han came out of Bahuang crazy song house, the city of emperor Guang was already covered by the afterglow of the setting sun. At this time, most ordinary families had already returned home, and the business travelers had also found a place to stay. The street was very quiet. When he came out of several pubs, there were a few noisy voices, only the patrolling troops on the street had a little bit of the same effect Vitality.

Jiang Han walked along the same road to the Imperial College. When he passed a pub, he happened to see three drunken men coming out of the pub, holding wine bottles in their hands, supporting each other and staggering across from him.

Originally, this scene is very common in front of the tavern, but Jiang Han's eyebrows are wrinkled. He looks up to the sky. At this time, the last afterglow of the setting sun has just fallen. It's less than eight o'clock in the evening. Are they drunk so soon?

People usually come in and out of pubs after seven o'clock. How do you think they've been drunk for several hours?

However, although Jiang Han felt a little strange, he didn't think much about it. At this time, he hadn't closed his eyes for a day and a night in a row. In addition, he had been injured a lot in the fight with the Yu family before, and his body was at the end of a bolt. He just wanted to go back to the most remote corner of his warehouse as soon as possible to have a good sleep, and he didn't care about how drunk he was.

"Well Ah, ah, ah... "

"I am a little ant..."

"Ha ha ha ha..."

The clamour of the three drunkards reverberated in the street. Unconsciously, Jiang Han had passed them by. Then, Jiang Han felt that one of them looked at himself with a slanting eye.

"No!"

It was this look that made Jiang Han's hair stand up. Then he didn't even think about it. His body was reflexive and his fighting broke out suddenly. He twisted his waist and flashed to one side at an incredible angle.

At the moment when he dodged, a cold light almost glided by the corner of Jiang Han's clothes. The gorgeous blade was full of murderous air, which reflected the rising moonlight in the sky. It was very cold!