Chapter 17

"Boom!"

Zhan Qi was defeated again, and Han Yun's face completely changed.

The power of innate vigorous Qi is really terrible!

In front of this force, Han Yun's war spirit is simply vulnerable.

"System, is there anything to help me refine my innate vigorous Qi?"

Han Yun calls the system at the bottom of his heart.

"There are 37800 ways to refine innate vigorous Qi. I don't know which player Han Yun wants!"

"37800?"

Han Yun was slightly stunned. Then he was ecstatic and hurriedly asked, "just give me one. It's best to make me relax!"

"The easiest way to refine innate vigorous Qi is to enter the warfighter realm. The system replies. Because the player Han Yun's permission is too low, he can't ask more than three questions every day!"

"I..."

Han Yun's egg hurts for a while. His permission is too low. Even his speech is limited?

It was like getting a golden mountain, but he could only look at it with two eyes, which made Han Yun unhappy for a while.

"Three problems, that is, the system will no longer help me!"

Han Yun's face is a little ugly.

Without systematic help, how can you refine this terrible innate vigorous Qi with your weak war Qi?

"Buzzing, buzzing..."

While Han Yun was in some despair, a gentle force suddenly came into Han Yun's body.

"What is this?"

Han Yun was slightly surprised.

"Smelly boy, don't hold your mind quickly and gather your fighting spirit again!"

A reprimand came, and Han Yun immediately recovered.

There was a burst of ecstasy on his face. Han Yun quickly sank down and began to condense the war spirit again.

"Buzzing, buzzing..."

This force is very gentle.

As this force entered Han Yun's body, Han Yun only felt that an extremely terrible vitality broke out in his body. The body originally damaged by congenital vigorous Qi began to recover quickly.

"Boom!"

Congenital vigorous Qi is destroyed again.

Repair, destroy, repair

Time passed slowly. Everyone looked at Han Yun nervously on the whole martial arts field.

Han Yun's whole body was full of energy and blood power, leaving eye-catching traces on the challenge arena.

Han Yun's breath is incomparable chaos.

"Smelly boy, you have to hold on!"

Zhang Yu sighed slightly.

Although the liquid of LAN Yan is an advanced elixir, it can only repair Han Yun's injury, and Han Yun's innate vigorous Qi can only rely on Han Yun himself.

"Refine it for me..."

Han Yun roared and the war spirit ran crazy.

Han Yun doesn't know how many times he has gathered war Qi to compete with congenital vigorous Qi. The original large group of congenital vigorous Qi has been reduced by one third.

"Touch!"

The war gas broke up again. Han Yun grinned and sank his mind to condense the war gas again.

"Touch!"

"Touch!"

……

Collision after collision, rout after rout.

Congenital vigorous Qi is getting weaker and weaker. The liquid of LAN Yan in Zhang Yu's hand has also disappeared.

On the challenge arena.

Han Yun sat down with his knees crossed. His breath fluctuated from time to time, and a hole opened in his skin from time to time, but it did not affect Han Yun's cultivation.

"What a terrible will!"

In the martial arts arena, the faces of many Han disciples changed slightly.

Congenitally vigorous Qi tore his body. He didn't even hum for more than three hours. Who can Han family disciples do it in this martial arts arena?

The most indispensable thing in the cultivation of martial arts is the will.

Han Yun conquered them with his will.

Some Han family disciples who originally ridiculed Han Yun couldn't help but lower their heads. They have great talent and terrible will. If Han Yun is a waste, what are they?

"Touch!"

On the audience stage, the face of the Korean War was complicated.

Finally, he sighed and sat heavily in his seat.

"Smelly boy, don't think you can bully me with high talent. I'll settle with you when you wake up!"

Qiluo's pretty face turned red. When she thought of Han Yun carrying her out of the mountains, qiluo immediately wanted to find a ground crack to drill in.

"Buzzing, buzzing!"

The aura began to gather with Han Yun. Most of Han Yun's clothes had been damaged. The bronze muscles were exposed in the ragged clothes.

The silky luster flickered on Han Yun's skin, and Han Yun's physique began to improve rapidly.

"Congenitally vigorous Qi has been refined, but its attributes are too extreme. Even if it is used to refine vigorous Qi with the blood of the main killer, it will hurt the enemy by 1000 and hurt yourself by 800!"

Han Yun looked inside and didn't have much joy of refining congenitally vigorous Qi in his heart.

After refining congenitally vigorous Qi, Han Yun understood why Han Han didn't use congenitally vigorous Qi to fight with himself, because the blood refining congenitally vigorous Qi can't move easily at all.

"The main killer's blood refining, unless I can refine a kind of vigorous Qi with mild attribute, otherwise..."

Han Yun's eyes flashed a fine light, and then dimmed again.

On the whole Xuanling continent, martial artists can only refine one kind of vigorous Qi, and refine two kinds of vigorous Qi, which is unheard of.

Because the two vigorous Qi must conflict together.

"Hoo Hoo..."

Han Yun gently spits out a mouthful of turbid qi and slowly opens his eyes.

"Thank you, president Zhang!"

Respectfully salute Zhang Yu, and Han Yun's eyes are full of gratitude.

Without Zhang Yu, I would be in great trouble today.

"Smelly boy, you can deal with the next thing yourself. I'll treat you in the Wudao guild!"

Zhang Yu smiled and scolded, then jumped gently and disappeared into the void.

Seeing Zhang Yu leave, Han Yun was stunned.

Then he looked at the stabbing eyes around him. Han Yun suddenly understood that Zhang Yu didn't want to insert himself into his family affairs.

"Three hours have passed. Now the Han family disciples who stay in ten challenge arenas are the disciples of our Han family who have entered xuantianzong this time, and also the top ten of our Han family's young generation!"

Han Yun just stood up and a voice suddenly came from the audience.

Han Yun frowned slightly when he heard the speech, and looked at the audience. His eyes confronted each other. A complex look immediately printed into Han Yun's eyes.

Speaker, it's the Korean War!

"Han Yun, come with me!"

Han Zhan stared at Han Yun for a moment and suddenly said in a deep voice.

Han Yun gave a slight meal.

Then he smiled calmly: "it's Han Yun's honor to invite the Han master!"

With that, Han Yun slowly walked down the challenge arena and walked towards the Korean War on the audience stage.

"Everyone is scattered. The ten disciples left in the challenge arena will gather in the martial arts arena three days later!"

In the Korean War, the Korean martial arts field scolded, and many Korean disciples in the martial arts field immediately began to leave one by one.

For a moment, only Han Yun and Han Zhan were left in the whole martial arts arena.

Korean war looked at the distance and was silent.

Han Yun was happy to see the Korean war without talking. He raised his head and looked around. He was not affected by the Korean War at all.

"Han Yun, I'm your father!"

For a long time, a dry voice suddenly came out of the mouth of the Korean War.