Chapter 3909 Interrupted

After a while, I saw Jixiangtian and others all running out of the hall.

Apparently, the oil lamp went out again.

Seeing Ling Han sitting cross-legged outside, as if he was comprehending something, many people sneered.

All the people present are supreme, but which one has written down the sacred art?

What are you wearing?

Only Jixiangtian and Song Lan moved in their hearts and looked at Ling Han deeply.

Women's unique delicacy, coupled with their excellent observation skills, they have captured it before. Obviously Ling Han arrived very late, but he quickly completed the memory of the Eighteen Arhats, and began to comprehend it outside.

Counting this time, it is even much shorter than Feng Jixing.

Now, Ling Han came out first.

This guy took the lead in mastering the Holy Art?

"Pretend to be a ghost!" A young man said disdainfully. He was a strong man in the Seven Tripods, ranked sixty-seventh on the Star Network, and his name was Mo Yuanwu.

Ling Han just didn't hear it, he was at an important juncture of enlightenment.

"Boy, you are so awesome, you dare to defy anyone!" Mo Yuanwu strode towards Ling Han, this person is unknown, but now he dares to put a fork in front of him, where is the courage?

Are you really enlightening? Stop pretending, you haven't even mastered Feng Jixing, you're a bird.

He walked over and slapped Ling Han with a slap.

This palm is not heavy, because he has not yet moved to kill.

boom!

Someone plundered and slammed with Mo Yuanwu.

Huh?

When they saw this person's appearance, everyone was taken aback, because this was actually Song Lan, the ninth-ranked beauty on the stunning list.

She actually shot for Ling Han?

Feng Jixing saw it in his eyes, and his pupils shrank slightly.

As the first person in the Casting Cauldron Realm in the Northern Heaven Territory, he was naturally proud and reserved. Therefore, he was obviously very interested in Song Lan, but he did not show Jixiangtian's appearance and temperament. Although it was not inferior,

But after all, she is a Buddhist saint, it is too difficult to handle.

Therefore, he must be more willing to be close to Song Lan.

But although Song Lan was very polite to him and showed his appreciation for him, it didn't stop there.

Now, Song Lan actually took action for a man, which surprised Feng Jixing, and even raised a kind of jealousy.

His woman, he should be the only one in his heart, and he can't tolerate another opposite sex.

"Fairy Song!" Mo Yuanwu was extremely surprised, "Why are you?"

Before he could finish speaking, Song Lan said, "This dear man is at the critical moment of enlightenment, so it's better not to disturb him."

Mo Yuanwu was both surprised and jealous. Who doesn't like beautiful women, especially a beautiful baby like Song Lan, but now Song Lan is so protective of Ling Han, which makes him extremely unhappy.

He was young and vigorous, and said, "Fairy Song, don't be deceived by him. Even Brother Feng has not been able to comprehend the sacred arts. How can this kid learn it? So, he is just pretending to be 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 holy arts, which naturally makes him even more uncomfortable.

Song Lan shook his head: "He didn't offend you either, so why 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 sacred arts.

However, Mo Yuanwu deliberately fell behind a few steps. After everyone entered the hall, he stopped, turned around, and walked towards Ling Han.

He wouldn't let Ling Han go so easily.

This guy didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, he loaded the fork into the sky.

"Boy, there is no one else here, so don't pretend anymore." Mo Yuanwu said coldly.

Ling Han ignored it, he was getting better.

"Okay, let's pretend!" Mo Yuanwu took action and grabbed Ling Han, this time no one stopped him.

But a palm shot, but it was empty.

Huh?

Mo Yuanwu was stunned for a moment. When the palm strength was about to be captured, Ling Han suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed it on the ground, and his figure moved away a little, just avoiding his palm strength.

you mad.

Sure enough, this is where he is comprehending, he is clearly paying attention to himself.

"Okay, you kid, it's really abominable!" Mo Yuanwu continued to shoot and attacked Ling Han.

But every time the palm or fist was about to hit, Ling Han could always dodge just right, making Mo Yuanwu's anger more and more intense.

Still can't cure you?

He no longer strikes with such precision, but expands the striking surface, and with one blow, the strength condenses, turning into a huge cyan fist, bigger than the room, and crushing towards Ling Han.

So... see how you hide.

The bigger the strike surface, the smaller the power. Because the power is dispersed, it is easy to understand. Therefore, the more skilled you are, the less likely you are to use such an attack method, which can also knock down your opponent. This is naturally a waste of power.

However, now Mo Yuanwu just wanted to let Ling Han parry, breaking the other party's calm and pretentious appearance.

Therefore, he doesn't care if Lang does not waste his strength, nor does he care if he can hurt Ling Han.

Boom, a punch hit, covering the sky.

Ling Han sighed, he really didn't want to interrupt his enlightenment.

Special grandma drops.

He stood up, since you insisted on slaughtering, then let it be for you.

Bang, he threw a punch and touched the cyan fist. Although the size of the two was far apart, the huge cyan fist shattered immediately after a blow, and it was completely vulnerable to a single blow.

"Haha, you finally stopped pretending!" Mo Yuanwu felt that this was his great victory.

Look, you still can't hold it.

"Pretend to be your sister!" Ling Han said angrily, his comprehension was interrupted, and he was in a bad mood.

You tamard insane, I am here to understand what is hindering you, one interruption does not count, if you are blocked, do you have to do it again?

Really under pumping.

"Hmph, you are so courageous, how dare you speak rudely to me!" Mo Yuanwu also showed a look of anger.

He didn't do his best just now, and he also attacked in a wide range, so although Ling Han easily broke his punch, he still didn't pay much attention to Ling Han.

Huh, Ling Han rushed over.

"Haha, look!" Mo Yuanwu laughed, but he was knocked over by Ling Han before he could say a dead word.

How can it be so fast?

At this moment, his heart was bewildered.

He is a strong man in the Seven Tripods, Tianjiao ranked 67th on the Star Network, how come he didn't even see the opponent's fist, so he was knocked down?

He wanted to fight back, but, bang bang bang, a series of fists had already hit him, making him scream in pain and making him completely unable to fight back.

With every punch, the secret power he had just gathered was dissipated. How to fight back?

"Ah" He only had the part to scream in agony. After a few hundred punches, he finally fainted in pain.