Chapter 35 The Boxing of Turtle Speed

In fact, in these days of meditation, Ye Han has only done one thing, that is, constantly slowing down the speed of the amazing operation in his body, constantly relaxing his body, and more importantly, constantly calming his mood. On the fourth day, the bright sun in the sky gradually tilted to the west. When it was finally hidden into the night, the shocking innocence in Ye Han's body finally stopped flowing, and his state of mind also fell into the ancient well and selfless.

At this moment, Ye Han's body became lifeless, as if he was a corpse sitting there. If someone, even if it was just a child, gently touched Ye Han with his little finger at this time, Ye Han would fall into an impoverishable situation. At this moment, he had no ability to resist at all.

Unfortunately, there are only two people in this place, Ye Han and the bald middle-aged man, and the bald middle-aged man can't see the difference between Ye Han and four days ago from Ye Han's appearance, so he also missed the best time to kill Ye Han.

The vitality and gas were all extinct, and Ye Han maintained this state for a night. At the dawn of the next day, when the first ray of light of the rising sun shone on Ye Han's body, it seemed to inject a wisp of vitality into his body. The vitality began to slowly recover, and the strength of the body gradually began to recover. The inner shock also began to show some signs of flow, and Ye Han slowly stood up.

At this time, Ye Han's state of mind is still in the ancient well, selfless, that is to say, everything he did at this moment was unconscious and an instinctive reaction, and it was in this instinct that Ye Han's limbs slowly unfolded--

The momentum... The white crane has bright wings... The elbow bottom hammer... The double peaks penetrate the ears... The golden chicken is independent... Bend the bow and shoot the tiger... The closing momentum.

A set of Taijiquan was beaten out like a flowing water by Ye Hanxing. After playing it over and over again, there was no intention to stop at all. As Taijiquan was beaten out by Ye Han one after another, the shocking innocence in his body also began to follow the operation route of "Amazing Martial Arts" and began to be in his meridians. It flowed slowly. When the bald middle-aged man saw Ye Han practicing boxing, Ye Han had actually played Taijiquan twice.

At this time, the speed of Jingtian's naive flow in Ye Han's body is still very slow, almost less than one-thousandth before entering. However, if someone can see or hear the situation in Ye Han's body at this time, he will find that every minute of Jingtian's flow in the meridians will arouse like a stormy shore. The sound of the tide seems to contain earth-shaking power...

The bald middle-aged man is surprised and uncertain. He can't figure out what Ye Han is doing. Out of the instinct of the practitioner, he can faintly feel a threat from Ye Han's body at this moment. This is absolutely unimaginable to the bald middle-aged man. How can a Xuanshi bring a threat to a Xuanshi, but the truth is In front of us, bald middle-aged people can't admit it.

Looking at Ye Han's punch and foot crawling slowly like a turtle, the bald middle-aged man really can't see the threat of this set of boxing.

"Ky, boy!" The bald middle-aged man tried to scream twice, but found that Ye Han didn't pay attention to him at all. He still slowly practiced his fist on the edge of the cliff, "What's going on?" The hearts of bald middle-aged people are full of doubts.

"Ky, talk!"

"Ky, don't play tricks!"

"Kid, if you don't talk, I'll go up!" |

After shouting a few more times, the doubts in the hearts of bald middle-aged people became heavier and heavier: "Is this boy stupid to practice? Or, he can't hear me at all now?" With this idea, the bald middle-aged man's eyes suddenly lit up. If he guessed that it was true, his opportunity would come.

In order to confirm his speculation, the bald middle-aged man raised one foot and took a careful step. During this period, his eyes stared at Ye Han on the edge of the cliff. As long as Ye Han had a slight movement, he would immediately stop. After all, he did not dare to risk being shake off the rope by Ye Han.

But until his foot fell on the ground, Ye Han did not move at all. He was slightly relieved. The bald middle-aged man tried to take the second step again, followed by the third step, the fourth step and the fifth step... He found that Ye Han had never responded, and the heart of the bald middle-aged man gradually relieved. He The steps also became faster and faster. When he took the twentieth step, he had stood three or four meters in front of Ye Han.

After carefully observing Ye Han again, the bald middle-aged man finally determined that Ye Han had fallen into a special cultivation state. This cultivation state was just a legend for the bald middle-aged man, that is to say, he had only heard of it, but never seen it. He even once doubted the truth of this cultivation state. Sex, but now he can't believe it.

"Is this the legendary epiphany?" The bald middle-aged man frowned and stared at Ye Han: "In the legend of the Qixuan Continent, it seems that only those real strong people who are famous in the mainland have the opportunity to happen. When can Xuanshi-level rookies also have an epiphany? If this spreads outside, I'm afraid no one will believe it. It's so extreme. Talent, I'm afraid that some old monsters will emerge and compete to take this boy as an apprentice. Damn, why don't I have such a talent!"

The more you think about it, the more angry you get. The strong jealousy makes the bald middle-aged man feel that his heart is about to explode: "No, you can't let this boy live. Hum, what if you can have an epiphany? Now you don't even have consciousness. You don't even let me slaughter it, a bullshit genius!"

Thinking like this, the bald middle-aged man did not immediately attack Ye Han, but gently bypassed Ye Han, came to the edge of the cliff, grabbed the rope and picked up the small cloth bag.

"I'm finally back!" It was not until he grasped the small cloth bag in his hand that the bald middle-aged man was relieved. Then he turned back and walked back to Ye Han's body and looked at Ye Han, who was still punching slowly. The bald middle-aged man smiled proudly while playing with the small cloth bag in his hand: "| Haha, boy, what if you are smart? In the end, it's not going to die in my hands. Hum, accept your fate!"

With his mouth, the bald middle-aged man had clenched his fist and punched Ye Han in the chest--

With a "bang", the bald middle-aged man's body drew a beautiful arc and fell heavily on the ground in the distance. Yes, there was no mistake. It was indeed a bald middle-aged man who flew out, and Ye Han was still practicing his fists in place.

Lying on the ground stupidly, the bald middle-aged man stared at the sky with round eyes, with an unknown look. To be honest, until now, he still couldn't figure out how he was dumped by Ye Han just now. He only knew that his fist was about to hit Ye Han's chest. However, Ye Han's arms suddenly came out of nowhere and grabbed his fist. Then he felt that he was spinning in the air and then flew out: "How is that possible? Did I the hell? Or is it the boy who pretends to be unconscious? It's impossible. If he really packed it, how could he let me take the small cloth bag back? Has he already dropped the contents?