Chapter 668: Ringing the Bell
Chapter 668: Ringing the Bell
"Sunar, want a bite?"
The meat mountain turned the bone stick and easily removed the lamb's front leg, exposing the hot red meat to the air.
White mist billowed and rolled, and rich juice dripped into the basin along the red meat, creating golden ripples.
Sunar swallowed.
I just had breakfast, but my friend Harukhan was eating too deliciously. The combination of cumin and grilled meat made him look so delicious that it was hard not to feel hungry.
"Nar!"
The Beiting envoy frowned.
The snowflakes were shaken off by the sound.
The messenger had spoken, so Sunar didn't dare to be presumptuous. He wiped the corner of his mouth and waved his hand to refuse: "No, no, I'm not very hungry. Harukhan, you eat it."
Harukhan, you’re welcome.
Put the lamb leg bone into your mouth, suck it clean, then bite off the bone, suck out the oily marrow, and finally swallow a purple onion.
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 them carefully.
For a single breakfast, Harukhan would eat three sheep, half a pig, and countless purple onions and yellow carrots.
Occasionally, when he had a good appetite, he would add two more ox legs, which made the officials of the Honglu Temple always suspect that they were squandering money, until they saw Harukhan's appetite with their own eyes.
He suspected that this was some kind of secret practice of the Naiman tribe.
Because whenever Harukhan was eating, the ambassador would always ask others not to disturb him.
And Harukhan's huge body contains an inhuman and terrifying power.
"Whoo~"
The tall wheat-skinned woman wiped the sweat from her forehead and stood beside Sunar with a warm body. She looked at Harukhan, clasped her hands together, and her eyes revealed great reverence.
"It is said that the blood of the gods flows in the bodies of the Naiman nobles. They are the descendants of the youngest son of the gods, the Naiman King. They are all strong and sturdy, seven feet tall, born without fear of the cold, and can still be alive and well after being buried in the snow for three days.
And every two or three generations, a genius will be born in the tribe, with a body as tall as ten feet, immense strength, and an unparalleled appetite. They are called the reincarnation of the youngest son of the gods, the barbarian king. "
"I know." Sunar's ears were numb from hearing this old story. "The Khans of the Naiman tribe are all martial saints, all of them are ten feet tall. Sometimes three of them appear at the same time. They have been the Khans of the grasslands many times. They are one of the largest tribes. Everyone knows them.
But I didn’t believe it before, wondering how could a person be so tall and eat a whole cow in one meal. Now that I’ve seen Harukhan, I really think the legend makes sense, and he must have divine blood.”
"Harukhan started hunting tigers at the age of 19, which is one of the best in Naiman history. It's normal for him to have a good appetite." Another tall young man came over and said teasingly, "Sister Helun is going to find the bravest man on the grassland to give birth to his offspring, so that he can unify the grassland and take back the Golden Sea. Why don't you be with Harukhan..."
"I want to give birth to a Khan, but I don't want to die." Helun'e retracted his gaze and rolled his eyes.
A man who is 10 feet tall.
Only the women of the Naiman tribe are blessed enough to enjoy it.
"Eh."
Some people have endless thoughts.
"The reincarnation of the barbarian king Harukhan is still nineteen, I wonder what the eighteen-year-old martial artist who made a lot of noise in Dashun a few days ago should be like? Is he a green-faced, fang-toothed man? Three heads and six arms, with a hairy face?"
Everyone's eyes froze slightly.
Liangqu.
This person's appearance really caught the delegation off guard.
Yuan Yuwen died young. Everyone thought that the 19-year-old Harukhan was invincible, but unexpectedly, a more ruthless person suddenly appeared in Dashun.
The blood column was 120 feet high and terrifyingly tall.
Sunar thought, "It's not long since I broke through, and I still need to adapt to my own strength and review all kinds of martial arts. This will take quite some time. In terms of combat power alone, Harukhan should be better, so there is nothing to be afraid of."
The tall young man said casually, "Maybe Dashun specially trained him to break the record, but in fact he has never learned any martial arts. He only has the realm but no strength."
"rational……"
"Don't be blind..."
Harukhan was not interested in what the others were talking about and focused on eating the meat. After just a few words, he had finished the second roasted lamb.
Boom!
The sound of bells echoed outside the courtyard.
"Where did the bells come from?"
Sunar looked up.
"The morning bells and evening drums, it must be the hour of Chen, right?" Helun'e guessed.
"No." Harukhan shook his head, his cheeks twitching. "The bell rang earlier, and the Honglu Temple sent roasted lamb. This is the second lamb, so it is already the first quarter of the morning."
"The people in the clock tower of the imperial capital have been knocked unconscious?"
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Before Sunar finished his words, the bell rang three more times.
Dust rose up from the sky and could be seen by people over the courtyard wall.
"The Yulin Army's training ground!"
Helun'e recognized the direction.
The martial arts arena in the north of the city is not far from the Honglu Temple, less than half a mile away.
"What's going on? Are there people training? Didn't they say that all the officials in the imperial capital are on holiday?"
“What a powerful force!”
"Why not go and have a look?"
The practitioners in the courtyard were eager to try, and all turned their heads to look at the messenger. The messenger thought again and again.
It's a rare opportunity to come to the imperial capital, and it's not a good idea to just stay in the yard and practice hard.
There is an old saying in Dashun: It is better to guide than to block.
"Don't try to show off. Come back after you're done. Especially you, Bai Buhua! Last time you sneaked out to drink with the envoys of the Kingdom of Ba, I won't argue with you if you win on the first day of the first lunar month. If you lose, go back and wait for the Khan to punish you!"
"understood!"
The tall young man Bai Buhua patted his wine bag and staggered, I really didn't know if he heard it or not.
……
boom!
The training ground was filled with dust.
The branches of the surrounding sycamore trees, which were covered with snow, were left bare by the earthquake.
Meng Qiang stomped his foot, a strong wind blew out, the smoke and dust dispersed, revealing the two men.
In Huaqingdu, Li Bingzhong’s eyes narrowed slightly.
There are gullies everywhere.
Dozens of acres of land were almost turned over.
This is still the result of both sides trying their best to control their own strength to avoid overflowing restraint.
"What a great strength!" Zhang Shaofan was shocked.
"What a hard bone!" Liang Qu sighed.
Tick.
Drops of blood fell, wrapped in sand and dust, swelling but not breaking.
A drop of blood broke the silence.
Zhang Shaofan felt a stinging pain in the corner of his eye and it twitched slightly. He raised his hand to scrape away the blood on his cheek, and looked at the blood-red on his fingertips, his pupils suddenly dilated.
Not only Zhang Shaofan, but all the Tianyu Guards outside the field were shocked.
Iron Overlord is bleeding!
Since he was able to practice martial arts, he has gradually improved. Zhang Shaofan has swallowed countless kinds of magical gold and secret mines. He is no longer comparable to ordinary martial artists. He boasts of his infinite strength and unparalleled defense.
After that he went into tiger hunting, and practiced the art of horizontal training to perfection, and the seeds of his supernatural powers were planted in the building.
With the combination of these three, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are humanoid spiritual soldiers. Ordinary tiger hunters at the upper level do not even take them seriously.
This is the first time that my peers have let down their guard...
Pinch your five fingers together.
"Come again!"
Boom boom boom!
The golden elephant stomped its feet and charged forward.
The silver-haired giant ape roared to the sky.
The fist pressed down, the beasts collided, and the wind and rain in the sky stopped.
boom!
The bells echoed.
The ground within a radius of dozens of feet sank about an inch.
Zhang Shaofan took the punch head-on, retreated half a step, opened his eyes wide, twisted his body and moved forward again. His spine was like a dragon ascending to the sky, and the whistling wind from his fist swept the ground three feet high, turning over the earth like waves!
"Is this the best in the world today?"
The shadows of fists are heavy.
Liang Qu's wrist felt sore.
No matter how strong an ordinary martial artist is, his hits can at least feel like flesh. Zhang Shaofan's flesh was no different from metal. The recoil force made his wrist hurt, and his dragon-tiger golden body that he had cultivated so far was inferior to metal.
Each stroke was like the sound of a bell.
The power of his punch was so extraordinary that he didn't even dare to take it head-on.
From a small village, to a small town, to a small county, to a big prefecture, to a big province, and now to the elite of a country.
The places I go to are becoming more and more prosperous, I meet more and more geniuses, and my horizons are becoming higher and higher.
It is not uncommon to see good players in other places after seeing them before.
However, when meeting Zhang Shaofan, one can still sigh that there are countless heroes in the world.
pity.
Liang Qu had a serious look on his face, his eyes were golden red, capturing the invisible wind of heaven and earth.
Swish!
Zhang Shaofan’s fist pierced through the afterimage, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.
Disappeared?
Boom!
Visible air waves were blowing in all directions.
A punch hit Zhang Shaofan's lower abdomen, and his whole body felt lighter, while his stomach was churning.
"Wow!"
Immediately.
Countless muffled thunders exploded, the four legs of the divine elephant left the ground, and afterimages flew all over the sky!
So fast!
The people outside the field had their clothes fluttering and countless dust was flowing on the ground under their feet.
Li Bingzhong asked: "Can you catch up with her?"
Hua Qingdu frowned, his pupils shrank into vertical shapes, like an eagle or a falcon.
"Disaster!"
(End of this chapter)