When Han Feixie comes back, Zhan Zhan has made a decision.

“I accept.”

Zhan Zhan's expression is rare solemn, and his eyes are like the foundation stone of the thousand-year-old ancient city wall, hard and tenacious.

Han Feixie ignored him and handed him the washed fruit, "Are you hungry?"

"…Why shouldn't you say something encouraged or moved at this time?"

"Only you have enough energy to work after eating."

Zhan Zhan: "..." It was indeed very inspired.

The two of them squatted on the ground and ate fruits.

Zhan Zhan ate while his eyes occasionally glanced at Han Feixie.

Han Feixie said: "Have you really thought it through?"

Zhan Zhan nodded with the flesh in his mouth.

"The opponent is the Qilin family."

Zhan Zhan continued to nod and thought to himself: What is there to be afraid of in the Qilin family? Only those who live to the end are the real winners.

Han Feixie wiped his hands and stood up and said, "Let's start."

Zhan Zhan was stunned for a moment, and the juice dripped from his fingers, "So fast?"

"Not hurried...wait for you to wipe your hands clean."

“…”

Wipe your hands clean, Zhan Zhan sat cross-legged with a serious expression.

Han Feixie asked, "What are you doing?"

"Uh? Isn't it practice?"

Han Feixie said: "You plan to use the holy pill to rush directly to the sword master from the young sword master?"

"Oh oh, let's worship first." After all, the Holy Pill was a relic of his ancestors, so he was so rude. He immediately changed from cross-legged to kneeling.

Han Feixie: "..."

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zhan Zhan hesitated and said, "Please hold a congratulations first?"

Han Feixie said angrily: "Do you think your meridians can be continuously advanced?"

Zhan Zhan suddenly said, "Yes, yes, there will be bottlenecks. What should I do?"

"I'll go collect herbs and refine pills, you'll go run."

"What is the meaning?"

“Exercise.”

“…It really makes sense.”

Avoid Zhan Zhan being lazy, Han Feixie took him to collect herbs. Zhan Zhan must run within his sight.

After running a marathon for two consecutive days, Zhan Zhan's body could not eat enough. His willpower had almost collapsed, especially when the wind and sunny were safe, he had only been running for more than ten minutes, and the speed of his legs and arms dropped significantly.

"Are you taking a walk?" Han Feixie said without looking back.

Zhan Zhan gasped and said, "Let me take a break." He ran to Han Feixie's side, and was about to stop and take a break when he felt a stinging pain in his butt, and screamed with a "wow".

Han Feixie held a sharp branch and looked at it expressionlessly.

Zhan Zhan said in surprise: "Aren't you?"

Han Feixie mercilessly exposes his hope, "I am."

“…can you change one that is not that sharp?”

"I've tried your skin, but the head is not sharp enough to poke it in."

"..." Zhan Zhan continued to run with tears in his eyes.

Han Feixie continues to look for herbs.

Zhan Zhan ran halfway through, and couldn't help but say, "Can we change the way of exercise?"

“For example?”

...

Zhan Zhan lay on the ground, demonstrating sit-ups.

Han Feixie watched him play the role of a tumbler with his head in his arms, and his upper body was pulled up thirty degrees and then fell down again. After such a round trip, there was no result. Zhan Zhan was already sweating profusely.

"That's what you mean by sit-ups?"

Zhan Zhan said bitterly: "In theory, I have to sit up completely, but I don't have enough strength..."

"You have good acting skills."

"..." It's really not an acting skill. He really can't sit up and his waist is completely powerless. Zhan Zhan stood up with a red face and said, "I'd better keep running."

The devilish running lasted for five days. Zhan Zhan's figure was obviously thin during these five days. The soft flesh on both sides of his cheeks disappeared. His face became a little darker. His face and eyes looked like a cloud coat, but his nose and lips seemed unbeaten. He looked both delicate and handsome.

Han Feixie is still the same, with a fair and handsome face, as if the sun was shining, and he loved his face very much, and could not bear any pigment stains.

"How many laps today?" Zhan Zhan stood up spontaneously after eating the fruit and some dry food. Originally, they ate more than a dozen fruits and some dry food every day, but as the dry food became less and less, Han Feixie stopped eating it three days ago, leaving it all for him. The result of his protest was to run for two hours. Zhan Zhan complained, but he was so moved that he could not add up. The exercises were completed on time and in full. Even when Han Feixie didn't know, he secretly did a few sit-ups and practiced - after exercise, he could still get up.

"Just today." Han Feixie took out the holy pill from his arms. The "Helioka God Book" has recognized the master and has been hiding it in his head. The most valuable person on his body is this sword saint holy pill. He held it in his hand at this time, and he was still a little reluctant to let go. However, he was reluctant to let go for a moment. When he handed it to Zhan Zhan, his face had returned to normal.

Zhan Zhan saw the holy pill for the first time and couldn't help but open his eyes curiously, "It looks like a red pearl."

Han Feixie Dao: "Because the ancestors have cultivated to the high-level red level of the Sword Saint."

Zhan Zhan said: "If I die, will I have such a pill?"

"Only above the Sword Emperor."

Sword Emperor, again Sword Emperor.

This is the watershed of the high-difficulty task. Zhan Zhan sighed and saw Han Feixie take out another bottle. This bottle is not unfamiliar to him at all. Recently, all the pills that Han Feixie practiced were placed in this bottle.

Han Feixie poured out two of them for him, "You eat first, tell me if your body is hot."

Zhan Zhan obeyed his advice, raised his head and swallowed two pills into his stomach, and then waited silently for his body to get hot.

Han Feixie explained the use of the Holy Pill. "When you run the sword energy, you can feel that the holy pill resonate with you. You must consciously extract the sword holy sword energy from the holy pill and integrate it into your dantian. Please give it a little at a time, and don't be too hasty."

Zhan Zhan nodded and agreed.

Han Feixie said again: "The power of the Sword Saint Holy Pill is too arrogant to you, and it may cause a very strong repulsion. You must hold on. After all, the Saint Pill is the lifelong cultivation of the Sword Saint, and it contains the power of the Sword Saint. Although it is so weak that it is negligible, for you, it is enough to make you doom in an instant."

Zhan Zhan: "..." Actually, is this trying to persuade him to give up?

Seeing that he was scared enough, Han Feixie said in a slow tone: "Once the practice begins, you can only rely on yourself. You have to hold on."

Zhan Zhan: "..." was trying to persuade him to give up.

Zhan Zhan said: "My body is a little hot. Is it still too late to give up now?"

Han Feixie smiled slightly, "Close your eyes."

Zhan Zhan closed his eyes obediently.

"Let's get started."

The start was going smoothly. The holy pill cooperated unexpectedly, and the sword saint sword energy followed Zhan Zhan's sword energy to the dantian. The two merged, and the color of light changed little by little along the route of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple under Zhan Zhan's "gaze".

Could this be the time traveler's golden finger?

Zhan Zhan was a little proud.

As he evolved from the initial level of the Young Sword Master to the peak, the bottleneck reached. He obviously felt the meridians swelling, as if they would collapse at any time. The sword energy of the Holy Pill was not as peaceful as before, and began to rush around along his meridians!

The pain and swelling alternately impacted Zhan Zhan, as if he wanted to use a wheel battle to defeat him.

Zhan Zhan bit the ball and his whole body trembled involuntarily, wishing to open his mouth and call Han Feixie to stop him. But he soon realized that it was useless. Han Feixie said that once the cultivation begins, he can only rely on himself.

If it fails...

No! He can't fail. He finally had parents, brothers, and meaning in life. How could he give up easily like this!

Before each protagonist leaks his domineering attitude, there must be a painful and entangled time. Think about Linghu Chong, Yang Fan, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling... Be closer, think about Han Feixie, one successful example after another is ahead, how could he give up easily?

No, absolutely not.

...

But it hurts so much!

While Zhan Zhan desperately convinced himself to persevere, Han Feixie Zheng pinched the pill and looked at his face with a serious expression.

In fact, it is fake that he said that once the practice begins, he can only rely on himself. He refined anesthetics that can temporarily block pain, which can help Zhan Zhan save the pain of the bottleneck period. However, in this way, the absorption effect of the Saint Pill will be weakened. The Saint Pill of Sword Saint is not an inner alchemy of animals, and can be picked up everywhere. If you give up this opportunity, it will be difficult to have a second time. Of course, he hopes to produce the best effect.

Seeing Zhan Zhan gritting his teeth, he could only silently encourage him in his heart. It was not until Zhan Zhan’s facial expression gradually relieved from the pain that he slowly relaxed his breath and put the pills in his hand back.

In a blink of an eye, another ten days have passed.
To be continued...