Chapter 664: Bell Ringing

"Haluhan, take a bite?"

The meat mountain turned the bone stick, easily unloaded the lamb front leg, and the hot red meat was exposed to the air.

White mist rolled and tumbled, and the rich juice dripped from the red meat into the basin, rippling with golden ripples.

Sunar swallowed his saliva.

Breakfast had just entered his stomach, but Haluhan ate so sweetly, cumin with roasted meat, happy as a fairy, it was hard not to hook out the gluttonous worm.

"Nar!"

The Northern Court envoy put on a straight face.

The snowflakes were shaken down by this sound.

The envoy spoke, not daring to be presumptuous, Sunar wiped the corner of his mouth, waved his hand to refuse: "No, no, not very hungry, Haluhan, you eat."

Haluhan was not polite.

He stuffed the lamb leg bone into his mouth, sucked it clean, then bit the bone, sucked the oil marrow, and finally swallowed a purple onion.

Really powerful.

A whole roasted lamb, before and after less than half a quarter of an hour, all entered his stomach, leaving only the forest bone frame.

An enviable good appetite.

Sunar counted carefully.

Just one breakfast, Haluhan had to eat three lambs, half a pig, and countless purple onions and yellow carrots.

Occasionally with a good appetite, he added two cow legs, making the officials of the Court of Diplomatic Reception suspect they were wasting, until they saw Haluhan's appetite with their own eyes.

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

Because every time Haluhan ate, the big envoy would not let others disturb him.

And in Haluhan's huge body, there was surging, inhuman, terrifying power.

"Hu~"

The tall woman with wheat-colored skin wiped the sweat from her forehead, standing beside Sunar with heat steaming all over her body. She looked at Haluhan, put her hands together, her eyes full of incomparable reverence.

"It is rumored that the blood of the gods flows in the bodies of the Naiman nobles, they are the descendants of the Naiman King, the youngest son of the gods, all robust, over seven feet tall, born not afraid of severe cold, buried in the snow for three days and still alive and kicking.

And every two or three sixty years, a genius will be born in the tribe, one zhang tall, with infinite strength and unparalleled appetite, known as the reincarnation of the Naiman King, the youngest son of the gods."

"I know." Sunar's ears were calloused from listening to the old story, "The Khans of the Naiman tribe are all Martial Saints, all zhang tall, occasionally three saints appear together, and they have been the Great Khans of the grassland many times, a big tribe that can be counted, who doesn't know.

It's just that I didn't believe it before, thinking how can people be born so tall, eating a whole cow in one meal, but now seeing Haluhan, I really feel that the legend has a few points of truth, definitely with divine blood."

"Eh."

Someone's thoughts were continuous.

"Haluhan is the reincarnation of the Naiman King and is only nineteen. I don't know what the eighteen-year-old Great Martial Artist who made a lot of noise in Great Shun two days ago should be like? Could it be green-faced and fanged? Three heads and six arms, full face of long hair?"

Everyone's eyes condensed.

Liang Qu.

The appearance of this person really caught the envoy group off guard.

Yuan Yuwen "died young," originally thought that nineteen-year-old Haluhan was invincible, who knew Great Shun suddenly popped out a more ruthless one.

A blood pillar of one hundred and twenty zhang, high enough to be scary.

Sunar pondered: "Just broke through, still need to adapt to his own strength, sort out all kinds of martial arts again, just this will take a few days, in terms of combat power alone, Haluhan should be better, not to be feared."

The tall youth said casually: "Maybe it was specially cultivated by Great Shun to break the record, but actually didn't learn half a martial art, only has realm, no strength."

"Reasonable..."

"Don't be blindly..."

Haluhan didn't care about the content of their conversation, eating meat with all his heart, and in two or three sentences, the second roasted lamb entered his stomach.

Dong!

The bell rang outside the courtyard.

"Where did the bell come from?"

Sunar looked up.

"Morning bell and evening drum, it should be the Chen hour, right?" Helun'e guessed.

"Wrong." Haluhan shook his head, his cheeks swinging, "The big bell rang earlier, the Court of Diplomatic Reception sent roasted lamb, so this is my second lamb, so it is already a quarter past the Chen hour."

"Did the bell tower people in the imperial capital knock their heads?"

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

Before Sunar finished speaking, the bell rang three more rounds.

Sand and dust on the horizon rose faintly, seen by people across the courtyard wall.

"Feather Forest Army's training ground!"

Helun'e recognized the direction.

The training ground in the north of the city was not far from the Court of Diplomatic Reception, less than half a mile away.

"What's the situation? Someone training? Didn't they say all the officials in the imperial capital are on holiday?"

"What a great momentum!"

"Why not go and see?"

The practitioners in the courtyard were eager to try, all looking back at the envoy.

The envoy pondered again and again.

It was rare to come to the imperial capital, and it was not a good thing to be locked in the courtyard and bury his head in cultivation.

Great Shun had an old saying, blocking is not as good as dredging.

"Don't go to show off, come back after watching, especially you, Baibuhua! Last time you stole out to drink flower wine with the Ba State envoy, if you win on the first day of the first lunar month, I won't pick your reason, if you lose, wait for the Khan to punish you!"

"Know it!"

The tall youth Baibuhua patted the wine bag, swaying, really didn't know if he listened.

Boom!

Sand and dust filled the sky in the school field.

The parasol trees covered with snow were shaken, branches bald.

Meng Qiang stomped his feet, strong wind roared, smoke and dust scattered, revealing the traces of the two.

Hua Qingdu, Li Bingzhong's eyes condensed.

Gullies everywhere.

The land of more than ten mu almost turned over.

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

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

"What a hard bone!" Liang Qu sighed secretly.

Drip.

Blood beads dripped, wrapped in sand and dust, rising without breaking.

A drop of blood red broke the calm.

Zhang Shaofan's eye corners stung, twitching slightly, raised his hand to scrape the blood stains on his cheeks, looked at the blood red in his fingertips, pupils dilated.

Not only Zhang Shaofan, all the Heavenly Feather Guards in the field were shocked.

The Iron Overlord bled!

From the time he could practice martial arts, from poor to good, he had swallowed countless kinds of divine gold and secret minerals, long ago not comparable to ordinary martial bones, claiming to have infinite strength and unparalleled defense.

Later, he entered Hunting Tiger, horizontal practice true-art cultivation was perfected, divine ability seed built a building and buried it.

The three were superimposed, saying he was a human spirit weapon was not an exaggeration, ordinary Hunting Tiger upper level was not put in his eyes at all.

The first time he was broken by a peer...

Five fingers closed.

"Come again!"

Dong dong dong!

Golden elephant stomped and charged.

Silver-haired giant ape roared to the sky.

Fist prints pressed horizontally, fierce beasts collided, the wind flow in the sky stopped.

Bang!

Bell rang.

Within ten or twenty zhang, the earth sank an inch together.

Zhang Shaofan lived to bear a punch, only retreated half a step, eyes wide open, twisted his body and went up again, spine like a dragon rising to the sky, whistling fist wind scraped the ground three feet, turned the soil like a wave!

"Is this the first-class in the world today?"

Fist shadows heavy.

Liang Qu's wrists were sore.

Ordinary martial artists were strong again, hitting them at least had the feeling of meat, Zhang Shaofan's body was completely different from metal, the counter-shock force blasted his wrists, and the Dragon Tiger Golden Body he had practiced to this day was still a bit worse.

Every hit was like hitting a bell.

Small village, small town, small county, big prefecture, big province to today's elite of a country.

The places he went were more and more prosperous, the geniuses he met were more and more, and his vision was higher and higher.

The experts he saw before were ordinary when changing places.

However, meeting Zhang Shaofan, he could still sigh, there are countless heroes in the world.

Pity.

Liang Qu had a serious expression, golden-red eyes, capturing the invisible wind of heaven and earth.

Shuah!

Zhang Shaofan's fist wore through the afterimage, surprise flashed on his face.

Disappeared?

Dong!

Visible air waves slapped in all directions.

A punch hit the lower abdomen, Zhang Shaofan felt light all over, his stomach turned upside down.

"Wah!"

Immediately.

Countless muffled thunders exploded into one, the elephant's four feet left the ground, and the sky full of afterimages flew!

So fast!

People outside the field had their clothes hunting, and countless soil dust flowed on the ground.

Li Bingzhong asked: "Can you catch up?"

Hua Qingdu frowned, a pair of pupils shrank into vertical pupils, like a hawk like a falcon.

"Hard!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 665 =====

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

Li Bingzhong asked: "Can we catch up?"

Hua Qingdu's brows were tightly locked, his pupils shrinking into vertical slits, like an eagle or a falcon.

"Difficult!"

(End of chapter)