After appeasing his two nominally future wives, Meng Han came to Mr. Benson's residence again. Mr. Benson was still thinking. When he saw Meng Han arriving, he only raised his eyelids but did not move.
"Mr. Benson!" Meng Han called him respectfully, and then found that when facing Benson, he no longer seemed as nervous as before. It seemed that the mental breakthrough that night was still very useful. Lightweight
He coughed lightly, and then said: "Thinking about it every day can't completely solve the problem, right? Sometimes, if you try it with your hands a little bit, it might be very effective."
Meng Han knew that Benson was now thinking about the formulas of various magic metals, as well as deeper magic to achieve exclusive weapons. However, Meng Han was a little dissatisfied with Mr. Benson always sitting and thinking like this. Not everything is the same.
It was obtained through point-by-point experiments. If you only rely on your brain to solve the problem, how many basics do you need to master and how many basic attributes do you need to know to be able to deduce the effects of mixing various metals? In order to deduce the improvement of magic?
Hearing this, Benson suddenly opened his eyes and looked directly at Meng Han. Meng Han almost immediately felt a smell of sexual desire rushing straight into his face, and he even subconsciously wanted to dodge.
But he immediately sensed something was wrong, so he controlled it forcefully and met Benson's gaze.
"What you said makes sense." Benson nodded, but immediately explained: "But if I try it, it's hard to say whether you can keep it. Are you sure you want me to test it?"
"Come here today, what's the matter?" Mr. Benson stopped what he was doing and asked Meng Han.
"I would like to ask you, what happened to me that day?" Meng Han sat across from Benson. This action seemed a bit impolite. Benson did not invite him. However, this place originally belonged to Meng Han, so
There was no distinction between host and guest, so Meng Han sat down casually. Benson didn't say anything more, but his eyes were a little more appreciative.
"Nothing special happened." Benson smiled: "It's just that under my pressure, my mental power made a small breakthrough. Haven't you noticed it yet?"
"A little bit, but it's not obvious." Meng Han's face was still very humbly asking for advice. In fact, he has been busy solving the aftermath these days and has not put much effort in this area. Anyway, it is his own
, will not run away after all.
"You'd better consolidate a few more times, otherwise, some of your realms will fall." Benson sighed and said seriously.
"Consolidate?" Meng Han heard for the first time that the ascended realm would fall without external factors. He couldn't help but asked in surprise: "How to consolidate?"
"That's it!" After Mr. Benson said that, he immediately released his majesty towards Meng Han. Meng Han's whole person was immediately shrouded in fear and majestic pressure that was even stronger than that day.
Caught off guard, Meng Han almost fell down again on the spot. He didn't know where he got the courage in the crisis. After a moment of weakness, he straightened his back and began to withstand the huge pressure.
There was no sound, no picture, nothing. There was only darkness in front of him, and he couldn't hear any movement in his ears. However, Meng Han felt inexplicably afraid, as if he was facing some supreme existence that could dominate everything at any time.
, besides fear, is worship.
Meng Han is not afraid of death. He feels that he has died at least twice, once in a previous life, and another time when his memory was searched by six elves. However, he is still afraid involuntarily. He doesn't even
You know what you are afraid of, but the fear instinct in your body is infinitely amplified.
Mr. Benson controlled the scope this time, only focusing on Meng Han. Demi and Diana, who had been following Meng Han, were also slightly affected. Despite this, the two little maids were already a little unbearable.
They stood up, unable to maintain a standing posture at all, and sat down directly on the ground. Their two delicate little faces were full of fear and sweating profusely, but they were still as stubborn as their master, standing upright.
Looking at the performance of these two little maids with admiration, Benson couldn't help but nod: "What kind of master there is, there is what kind of maid. Not bad!"
On Meng Han's side, that kind of mental power burst had vaguely occurred again, but this time the pressure was much greater. Almost the pressure that covered the whole city that day was concentrated on him alone at the moment. The mental power burst out and was
Suppress, explode, be suppressed, and the cycle starts again.
Seeing that Meng Han was about to reach his limit, Benson relaxed his control slightly, and soon Meng Han's expression relaxed. His mental power broke through the restraints again, and joy filled his body. At this moment, Meng Han only felt that all over his body
, indescribably comfortable. His mood was unprecedentedly relaxed, and it seemed that nothing could make him feel confused or stressed.
"Such a consolidation?" After Meng Han figured out what happened, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, but he couldn't get angry at Mr. Benson. This seemed to be good for him. Now Meng Han could only take care of his two children first.
The maids, under the influence of Ben Sen and Chi Yu, they already seem to be unable to support themselves.
"Demi, Diana, hold on, you have to hold on for me!" Even in front of Benson, Meng Han didn't care about anything else. He held Demi and Diana's little hand with one hand and encouraged him affectionately.
.The mental strength of the two little maids is far inferior to that of Meng Han. Meng Han is fine now, but they are still struggling painfully.
Meng Han's voice seemed to ring in the minds of the two women, and they felt Meng Han's warmth on their hands. Infinite courage suddenly surged in the two women's hearts, and they began to resist the all-pervasive fear. Soon, the two women
After waking up and looking at Meng Han holding their hands in front of them, the two maids almost didn't even think about it and threw themselves into Meng Han's arms with tears in their eyes.
Holding one arm around the other, Meng Han softly comforted the two women for a while, and then allowed Demi and Diana to calm down. At this time, Meng Han turned back to Benson, and complained with a bitter smile: "This will never happen again.
Can this matter only be directed at me?"
"I think you can enter my circle of friends, so I give you this kind of training. If they want to follow, they have to adapt." Benson didn't care: "If they are willing to leave your side by then, I don't care.
"When he spoke, the expression on his face was half-smiling, as if he had seen through Meng Han's true nature.
Before Meng Han could answer, Demi and Diana had directly stated that they would not leave Meng Han, and even asked Mr. Benson to give them such a chance again. Benson could not understand the gestures of the two women, but he could understand Meng Han.
John's expression was as if he was victorious, and he burst into laughter.
His whole body seemed to have just been fished out of the water, but Meng Han didn't care to clean it up and asked seriously again: "Is the pressure you are releasing somewhat similar to a mental attack?"
"It's not similar, it's just a mental attack." Benson laughed, and Meng Han touched the threshold in just two times. It seems that Meng Han's understanding is indeed extraordinary.
"Some people have killed many people and can gather a murderous aura. The enemy is already frightened before taking action." Mr. Benson continued to explain, in fact, he was giving Meng Han instructions: "This is a simple mental attack.
It’s just that the person who unleashed the murderous intent doesn’t know what’s going on.”
"A monarch with a high position will also have a kind of domineering power. Similarly, this is also a mental attack." Benson's words made Meng Han fall into serious thinking: "It's just that this kind of unconsciousness emanates.
The impact of mental attacks on others is not too powerful, it can only affect a few people at most, and it requires a big difference between the two parties to be effective."
Meng Han knows this very well. No matter how murderous a person is, it will be useless against someone with rich experience in life and death fighting. No matter how domineering a monarch is, it is impossible to suppress him against another mediocre monarch.
This is what happens when your level is low.
"But in fact, whether it is magic or fighting spirit, when you reach the top, pure magic or fighting spirit can no longer improve yourself." Mr. Benson explained to Meng Han like a reminder: "At this level,
You need to enter a higher level of practice."
"In terms of mental strength?" Meng Han knew the result, but still asked. Although Meng Han still has a long way to go on the road of magic, knowing the future direction is more important than chewing magic.
.
"Or to describe it in terms that everyone can easily understand, it is a domain." Benson explained with a smile, and then added: "Only when you can truly have your own domain can you truly enter the realm of God.
The Dou Qi master here who was not unconscious that day is almost touching this edge."
"How can I form my own domain?" Meng Han asked again in surprise.
"You need to figure it out on your own, no one can help you." Benson smiled and shook his head: "Even if I could, I wouldn't tell you. This is not helping you, but hurting you."
"Thank you, Mr. Benson." Meng Han immediately understood what Mr. Benson meant and thanked him sincerely.
"Before you leave, come to my place a few more times!" Mr. Benson ordered: "If you want to communicate with my friends, it's not enough for you now. At most, this period of time can help you get used to it.
, it won’t make me lose face when the time comes.”
"Yes, Mr. Benson." Meng Han agreed in surprise, seeming to have begun to wonder what it would be like to meet Benson's friends.
Behind them, Demi and Diana looked unconvinced, biting their lips, and seemed to be secretly making up their minds.