Chapter 667: Ringing the Bell

Chapter 668 Ringing the Bell

"Sunar, want a bite?"

Roshan turned the bone stick and easily removed the lamb's front legs, exposing the hot red meat to the air.

The white mist was billowing, and the rich juice dripped into the basin along the red meat, creating golden ripples.

Sunar swallowed.

Breakfast has just been eaten, but my companion Haruhan's meal is too sweet. Cumin and barbecued meat are so happy that they are like gods. It's hard not to be greedy.

"Naru!"

The envoy from Beiting made a serious face.

Snowflakes shook the sound.

The messenger did not dare to speak boldly. Sunar wiped the corner of his mouth and waved his hand to refuse: "No, no, I'm not very hungry. Haruhan, you can eat."

Haru Khan You're welcome.

Stuff the lamb leg bone into your mouth, slurp it clean, bite off the bone, suck up the marrow, and swallow a purple onion at the end.

How awesome.

The whole roasted lamb was eaten in less than half a quarter of an hour, leaving only the skeleton.

An enviable appetite.

Sunar counted carefully.

For a single breakfast, Haruhan would eat three sheep, half a pig, and countless purple onions and yellow radishes.

Occasionally, if he has a good appetite and adds two legs of beef, the officials of Honglu Temple always suspect that they are squandering and wasteful. They don't give up until they see Haruhan's appetite with their own eyes.

He suspected that this was some kind of secret cultivation technique of the barbarian tribe.

Because whenever Haru Khan was eating, the ambassador would always ask others not to disturb him.

And Haruhan's huge body contains surging and inhuman terrifying power.

"Huh~"

The tall woman with wheat-skinned skin wiped the sweat from her forehead and stood next to Sunal, her body filled with heat. She looked at Haruhan, clasped her hands together, and her eyes showed great reverence.

"It is rumored that the blood of the gods flows in the bodies of the Naiman nobles. They are the sons of the God's youngest son, King Naiman. They are all strong and tall, seven feet tall. They are not afraid of severe cold since they were born. They were buried in the snow for three days and are still alive and well.

And every two or three weeks, a genius will be born in the tribe. He can be as tall as one foot, has infinite strength, and has an unparalleled appetite. He is called the youngest son of the god and the reincarnation of the barbarian king. "

"I know." Sunar's ears tingled when he heard the old story, "All the khans of the barbarian tribe are martial saints. They are all ten feet tall. Occasionally, the three saints come out together, and they have served as warriors on the grassland many times. Everyone knows about the Great Khan and countless large tribes.

It’s just that I didn’t believe it in the past. I thought how could a person be so tall and eat a whole cow in one meal. Now that I see Haru Khan, I really feel that the legend has some truth to it, and he must have divine blood. "

"Haluhan started hunting tigers at the age of nineteen. Looking at the history of Naiman, he is ranked high. It is normal to have a good appetite." Another tall young man came next to him, full of teasing, "Sister Helun is not looking for the bravest in the grassland. A man who can give birth to an heir and give birth to a great khan who can dominate the prairie and take back the golden sea? Why not with Haru Khan..."

"I want to give birth, but I don't want to die." He Lun'e looked away and rolled his eyes.

A tall man.

Only the women of the barbarian tribe can enjoy it.

"Eh."

Some people are thinking.

"Haru Khan is the reincarnation of the Barbarian King and is still nineteen years old. I wonder what the eighteen-year-old martial artist who made a fuss about Dashun two days ago should be like? Could it be a green face with fangs? Three heads and six arms, and a face covered with hair?"

Everyone's eyes narrowed slightly.

Liang Qu.

The appearance of this person really caught the mission off guard.

Yuan Yuwen "died young". He thought that the 19-year-old Haru Khan was invincible, but unexpectedly a more ruthless one suddenly appeared in Dashun.

The blood column of one hundred and twenty feet was frighteningly tall.

Sunar thought: "The breakthrough has not been long ago. We still need to adapt to our own strength. We need to sort out the various martial arts. It will take some time. In terms of individual combat power, Haru Khan should be better, so there is nothing to fear."

The tall young man had a casual look on his face: "Perhaps Dashun was specially trained to break the record. In fact, he has never learned half of the martial arts. He has no realm but no strength."

"rational……"

"It's not good to be blind..."

Haruhan didn't care about the content of what these people said. He devoted himself to eating meat. After a few sentences, he finished the second roasted sheep.

Boom!

The bells outside the hospital echoed.

"Where did the bells come from?"

Sunar looked up.

"Morning bells and evening drums, has it arrived at Chen time?" He Lun'e guessed.

"That's not right." Haruhan shook his head and swung his cheeks on both sides. "The big bell rang earlier, and Honglu Temple sent a roast sheep. This is my second sheep, so it is already the quarter of the hour."

"Is the bell tower man in the imperial capital dizzy?"

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Before Sunar could finish his words, the bell rang three more times.

The dust rises faintly from the sky and can be seen across the courtyard wall.

"The Habayashi Army's martial arts training ground!"

Horun'e recognized the direction.

The martial arts arena in the north of the city is not far from Honglu Temple, less than half a mile.

"What's going on? Is there someone practicing? Didn't it say that all officials in the imperial capital are on holiday?"

"What a powerful force!"

"Would you like to go take a look?"

The practitioners in the courtyard were eager to try, and all turned back to look at the messenger.

The messenger thought again and again.

It's a rare visit to the imperial capital, and it's not a good thing to just be locked up in the courtyard and work hard.

There is an old saying in Dashun that blocking is worse than sparing.

"Don't go out in the limelight. Come back after watching it, especially you, thank you! Last time I sneaked out to drink wine with the Pakistani envoy. If I win on the first day of the first lunar month, I won't pick on you. If I lose, go back and wait. Let’s punish him with great sweat!”

"knew!"

The tall young man bowed to the flower, patted the wine bag, and shook his head. I really didn't know whether he heard it or not.

…

boom!

The training ground was filled with dust.

The branches of the sycamore trees covered with snow were shattered by the shaking.

Meng Qiang stamped his foot, and a strong wind blew out. The dust dispersed, revealing the two men.

Hua Qingdu, Li Bingzhong's eyes were slightly fixed.

Gully everywhere.

The land of more than ten acres was almost turned over.

This was the result of both sides trying to control their own strength to avoid overflow.

"What a great force!" Zhang Shaofan was shocked.

"What a hard bone!" Liang Qu sighed.

Tick-tock.

Blood drops fell, wrapped in sand and dust, swelling but not breaking.

A drop of blood broke the calm.

Zhang Shaofan felt a stinging pain in the corner of his eye, twitching slightly, raised his hand to scrape the blood stains on his cheek, looked at the blood in his fingertips, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

Not only Zhang Shaofan, but all the Tianyu Guards outside the field were shocked.

Iron Tyrant is bleeding!

Since he was able to practice martial arts, he gradually improved from poor to good. Zhang Shaofan swallowed countless kinds of divine gold and secret mines. He was no longer comparable to ordinary martial bones. He boasted of his infinite strength and unparalleled defense.

After that, he entered the tiger hunting and practiced the real art to perfection. The seeds of supernatural powers were built and buried.

With the combination of the three, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a humanoid spirit soldier. He does not take ordinary tiger hunting realms into consideration.

For the first time, he broke the defense of his peers...

Five fingers pinched together.

"Come again!"

Dong Dong Dong!

The golden elephant stomped its feet and charged.

The silver-haired giant ape roared to the sky.

The fist print pressed horizontally, the beasts collided, and the wind in the sky stopped.

Bang!

The bell sounded.

The ground sank an inch in a radius of dozens of feet.

Zhang Shaofan took a punch and only took a half step back. His eyes widened, and he turned around and went up again. His spine was like a dragon ascending to the sky. The whistling fist wind scraped the ground three feet, turning the soil like waves!

"Is this the best in the world today?"

The shadows of fists were heavy.

Liang Qu's wrist felt sore.

No matter how strong ordinary martial artists are, they at least feel like flesh when they hit him. Zhang Shaofan's flesh is no different from metal. The recoil force hurt his wrist, and the dragon-tiger golden body he had cultivated so far was also inferior.

Every blow was like hitting a bell.

The huge force in his fists was even more unusual, and he didn't dare to take it completely.

From a small village, a small town, a small county, a big prefecture, a big province, and now the elite of a country.

The places he went to became more and more prosperous, and he met more and more geniuses, and his vision became higher and higher.

The good players he had seen before were common in other places.

However, when he met Zhang Shaofan, he could still sigh that there were countless heroes in the world.

What a pity.

Liang Qu had a serious look, his eyes were golden and red, and he captured the invisible wind of heaven and earth.

Swish!

Zhang Shaofan's fist pierced through the afterimage, and a look of astonishment flashed across his face.

Disappeared?

Boom!

Visible air waves hit all directions.

A punch hit Zhang Shaofan's lower abdomen, and his whole body lightened, and his stomach churned.

"Wow!"

Immediately.

Countless thunders exploded, and the four feet of the divine elephant left the ground, and the afterimages flew all over the sky!

So fast!

The clothes of the people outside the field fluttered, and countless dust flowed on the ground under their feet.

Li Bingzhong asked: "Can you catch up?"

Hua Qingdu frowned, and his pupils shrank into vertical pupils, like an eagle or a falcon.

"Difficult!"