Start Biyou Village: Start with one person and add some horizontal training

Ning's tone of voice, the attitude of looking at people with nose hair, is it called regret? !

Han Jue looked at Feng Shayan and Feng Xingtong with great interest.

In the original book, the younger generation of strangers, his favorite is this pair of siblings.

The figure of Miss Feng is really like that in the anime.

The lordosis and the back are warped, enchanting and sexy.

As an excellent LSP, no matter looking for a girlfriend or PY, Feng Shayan, who is quiet on the outside and rebellious on the inside, and Xia He, who is loose on the outside and conservative on the inside, are always the top choices.

Single dogs will not understand the freshness and excitement brought by this strong contrast.

Unfortunately, the main target of the Feng family's trip is Jia Zhengyu.

Subconsciously, he regarded him as a bodyguard arranged by the Jia family for Jia Zhengyu.

Did not pay too much attention to him.

When the two sides met for the first time, they didn't say too many polite words.

After a brief exchange of greetings, Feng Shayan prepared to take the two of them to the parking lot, and returned to Tianxiahui to report to her father Feng Zhenghao.

"Cough cough..."

Jia Zhengyu always remembered the "purpose" Han Jue said, and coughed twice to attract the attention of the Feng family siblings, "I forgot to introduce, this is my cousin, Jia... Jia... Jia Zheng..."

"My name is Jia Zhengjing. Miss Feng, Master Feng, hello."

Han Jue took the conversation and finished introducing the name that Jia Zhengyu couldn't say.

Jia Zhengyu breathed a sigh of relief.

The name is too fucking shameful!

"puff!"

Hearing Han Jue's name, Feng Xingtong couldn't help laughing.

"I'm sorry..."

After laughing, I realized that I was not very polite, and hurriedly apologized.

Compared with Feng Xingtong's gaffe, Feng Shayan maintained the demeanor that a lady should have.

She raised her head slightly, and looked at Han Jue's tall figure, which was different from ordinary people, a trace of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes.

They were actually cousins.

The gap is too big.

A handsome, muscular macho.

A defiant second-generation ancestor.

"Hi, welcome to Jinmen. As for Master Jia's request, I will deal with it when I return to Tianxia."

Fengsha Yanke said politely.

Jia Zhengyu nodded in satisfaction, and didn't bother to speak again.

Han Jue smiled, "Then there is Miss Laofeng."

Feng Shayan couldn't help but look at him twice more.

It seemed interesting to find this guy.

"Let's go, two please follow me."

She turned and led the way.

Feng Xingtong followed closely behind.

Han Jue and Jia Zhengyu got into the stretched luxury car driven by Feng Shayan and headed for the headquarters of the Tianxiahui.

Along the way, Han Jue's thoughts were flooding.

The first step of this mission, joining the world, will basically be close to success.

In the next step, how to gain the trust of Feng Zhenghao and Feng Shayan is the key.

Only in this way can he get access to the core secrets of the Tianxiahui.

Then inquire about the whereabouts of the two traitors.

Ma Xianhong told him to try to capture the traitor alive and bring him back to Biyou Village for disposal.

Han Jue had no intention of letting those two leave Jinmen alive.

Kill them, complete the first show mission, get the powerful vajra legs, and improve your strength.

It was Han Jue's unchanging thought from the beginning to the end!

Chapter 8 Crazy cultivation, as steady as an old dog!

Tianxia Group Headquarters.

Han Jue sat alone in the room Feng Shayan arranged for him.

After arriving at Tianxiahui, Jia Zhengyu met Feng Zhenghao at an appointment.

As a "cousin", Han Jue is just a little-known person, so naturally he can't go with him.

He stayed in the room obediently and began to practice.

In the more than two years of life in Biyou Village, apart from his missions, he has spent endless cultivation, and he never dared to slack off.

Han Jue seized every opportunity to exercise his body crazily.

Do everything you can to improve your strength.

He knows very well that only by practicing desperately regardless of the cost can he survive in this cruel world where strangers are respected.

Although aliens are also bound and protected by law.

Actually it is not.

Every time there is a conflict, those aliens who died unfortunately, no one is willing to uphold justice for them.

Taking Quan Xing as an example, Xia Liuqing killed as many as 97 human beings back and forth in his life.

Among them were aliens who were killed head-on, and ordinary people who harmed Chi Yu.

He can still walk in the Inhuman World alive and kicking.

The Ten Guys, Nowhere, the Four Great Masters, and the different genres all turned a blind eye to this.

Han never dared to imagine that if the Wang family found out that he was still alive in the future, they would rekindle their murderous intent.

How will he face it?

Who will help him?

Perhaps Ma Xianhong and some people from the Twelve Upper Roots will help out out of righteousness.

That's just a possibility.

In this world, no one can be trusted.

Only rely on your own fists!

The so-called asking for others is not as good as asking for yourself.

Han Jue took off his jacket and trousers, and put on a pair of quick-drying shorts.

He was shirtless, standing barefoot on the ground, took a deep breath, and his eyes became firmer.

The bronze-colored muscles of the upper body, like a knot in a dragon's coil, are bulging, shining with an indescribable brilliance.

He silently mobilized [-]% of his strength, unleashed the Seven Injury Fist, and raised the iron fist the size of a sandbag in front of him.

A heavy and violent breath rushed towards his face.

Staring at the fierce and powerful fist, Han Jue punched himself hard in the abdomen.

"Ugh!"

The energy penetrates through the body.

The entire upper body seemed to be torn into countless pieces in an instant.

The severe pain made him bend down involuntarily.

His face was distorted, and his forehead was bruised.

His whole body was covered in cold sweat, and his mouth let out a painful roar like a beast.

The strength of Qishangquan penetrated through the skin, wantonly destroying the muscle cells of his whole body.

The internal organs are like being cut by a sharp knife.

In comparison, the brutal interrogation he suffered in the Wang family's cell was simply insignificant.

"Ho... ho... uh... ah ah..."

The body curled up into a ball.

Han Jue gritted his teeth and endured the tragic torture brought by the Seven Injuries Fist.

Until the consciousness gradually blurred.

He barely raised his body and sat cross-legged.

Yijin and marrow washing, full operation!

Already reaching the third Zhou Tianhong level stupa's Yi Jin Jing, rapidly expanding the pores of the whole body to absorb nutrients from the air.

Nourishes and repairs severely damaged muscle cells.

The Marrow Cleansing Sutra, which also reached the third level, continuously washed Han Jue's heart and will.

Keep him awake all the time.

Half an hour flies by.

The tiled floor under Han Jue was water-stained, almost wet.

After adjusting his breathing briefly, he mobilized [-]% of his strength again, and continued to violently bombard his body with the Qishangquan.

Round and round, round and round.

This is the cruel training method he came up with that can temper his whole body, muscles, bones, skin, and spirit without blessing the golden bell jar and iron shirt.

Han Jue still remembers that the first time he mobilized [-]% of his strength to bombard his body with the Qishangquan, the indescribable pain penetrated his soul, and the countless cracked wounds dyed him into a bloody man, directly in front of his eyes. Yihei passed out.

The bloody scene frightened Ma Xianhong and Bi Yuan, who came over after hearing the news, to turn pale.

three hours later.

A knock on the door awakened Han Jue from his cultivation state.

"Who?!"

He raised his head and looked towards the door, breathed out like thunder, and slowly recovered.

"Brother Jia, it's me, Feng Xingtong."

"Wait a minute, here we come."

Han Jue regained his composure, stood up and opened the door.

Baimao Zhengtai Feng Xingtong stood alone at the door, and said with a smile, "Brother Jia, my sister asked me to invite you to dinner. Dad and your cousin have finished talking, and I am going to clean up the dust for you."

While speaking, his curious eyes fell on Han Jue's naked and muscular upper body.

Why are you sweating so much?

What is he doing in the room?

A series of question marks flashed across Feng Xingtong's mind.

"Okay, if you don't mind, you come in and wait for me, I'll clean up."

Han Jue turned and walked to the bathroom.

While he was rinsing his body with the shower, Feng Xingtong looked at the ground that seemed to have been soaked by the water, with a look of incredulity.