In a temporary military stronghold.
Gu Han holds the Void Yuan Crystal in his hand and is constantly comprehending.
The sky control realm.
It is to use spiritual thoughts as a guide to continuously integrate one's own breath into the surrounding space to improve the fit between oneself and the space. A monk is like a fish, and space is like water. If he is like a fish in water, he can roam the sky at will, attracting thunder and tempering his body.
Extreme spiritual thoughts.
Naturally, it is much more stable and solid than the spiritual thoughts of ordinary monks.
Sensing space.
Naturally, it feels much more relaxed.
Now with the help of this void crystal, his speed of breaking through the realm will be far beyond the imagination of others!
"kindness?"
While studying carefully.
There was a faint commotion outside.
His figure flashed.
It has already appeared outside.
But he saw Fatty Murong Yan and others rushing over.
"what happened?"
he asked.
"It's those barbarians again!"
Murong Yan didn't look very pretty.
"Every time after a war, they always come to provoke us!"
"provocative?"
After she explained.
Only then did Gu Han understand.
Within the barbarian tribe.
There is a war temple.
There are nine young war gods in total, from low to high.
several years ago.
After the top-ranked young war god was beaten to death by Feng Xi in front of the two armies, the remaining ones continued to provoke after the war, inviting fellow monks from the Great Yan Dynasty army to fight in order to regain their lost face.
, has almost become a tradition.
only.
These young war gods were all carefully selected, and because of their physical fitness and strong defense, they had a natural advantage.
So over the years.
However, the Dayan Dynasty lost more and won less.
And last time.
However, it was Murong Yan who came forward and nearly killed their sixth boy, the God of War, which greatly boosted the morale of the army.
In order to regain the situation.
Not long after the war, they came back again.
this time.
Here comes the fifth young god of war.
"It's boring."
The fat man curled his lips.
"Physical training? Unparalleled defense? Have the ability to defeat the number one
Pull me over here, Fatty and let him compete, whose defense is stronger?"
Nine young gods of war.
Seats are fixed, but people are not.
One person dies.
Waste one.
New ones will be added.
"Walk."
Gu Han's face was expressionless.
"Let's take a look."
Not too long ago.
Several people had already arrived at the fighting site.
here.
It has been surrounded by a large number of monks. Just looking at the depressed expressions on everyone's faces and the few blood stains remaining on the ground, you can tell that the situation is not optimistic.
A hundred feet away.
An extremely tall and muscular barbarian boy, wearing a brown battle armor and with several golden rings on his arms, was standing there with his eyes closed and meditating.
Beside him.
But there were more than a hundred barbarians standing there.
Her figure was a little exaggerated, and even Murong Yan looked a little dainty in front of them.
"waste!"
"No one can fight!"
"Tell that Feng Xi bitch of yours to come out!"
"She is so beautiful, she came out to dance for my God of War!"
"..."
All kinds of dirty words kept coming.
On swearing.
In fact, these barbarians repeated the same two sentences over and over again. However, the cultivators lost two battles in a row and their morale had dropped to the bottom, but they had no confidence to refute.
"Huh?"
"Sister Murong?"
"And Mr. Gu? Are you here?"
"..."
Seeing Gu Han and others arriving.
The cultivators' expressions perked up and they immediately made way for a way out.
Murong Yan's achievements.
They are there for all to see.
"hehe!"
The fat man glanced casually.
"Bullshit God of War, with just these two brushes, he still dares to come out and embarrass himself. That means Fatty's cultivation level is too high and he is not suitable for playing. Otherwise, Fatty wouldn't be able to handle it!"
"Come here, mother!"
To be continued...