An ordinary bean sprouts high school student would be slapped down by this slap.

Yan Su's profession is a craftsman, and he is known as "Master Yan" in the village. He can build a house from scratch, including water, electricity, carpentry, and cement.

After decades of hard work, as I got older, not only did I not lose weight, I became healthy and strong.

Yan Su stood up to nearly 1.8 meters.

With his bronze skin and palms like cattail leaf fans, there is no trace of him being an old man close to eighty years old. Only the short white hair, wrinkles on his face, and the problem behind his ears show the traces of time.

"I'm not the one who scared you away. If you sit here, there will be no fish here." Xia Yanzhen said.

Yan Su likes fishing.

Like many anglers, I can catch everything except fish.

Xia Yanzhen still remembers when Yan Su took fishing gear and vowed to have a fish dinner that night.

Finally, he came back with his smelly leather shoes and threw them into the trash can.

Xia Yanzhen was hungry for several hours, but he still had to rely on the "help" from his neighbor's aunt to eat enough.

This situation happened several times every year in those years.

Yan Su's fishing level is inversely proportional to his "craftsman" level.

"I have grown taller and stronger." Yan Su pinched Xia Yanzhen's arm, gestured with his height, smiled happily, and then said, "Why are you still so white? How can a man be so fair?

No, motherfucker."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Xia Yanzhen dealt with it casually.

If his words were posted online, people would be shocked to death.

"How many days will you stay this time?" Yan Su put away his fishing gear and went home with Xia Yanzhen.

"Two days, it's my senior year of high school, and I don't have a few days off to begin with," Xia Yanzhen said.

"Well, take the exam well." Yan Su said, "Take the exam, whichever university is better."

"knew."

Xia Yanzhen smiled and said that most universities in the country can be referred to as "X University".

Yan Su obviously only remembered one word "big".

Stayed here for two days.

Xia Yanzhen returned to Hanling City and went to the villa to take out the Weeping Blood Gun.

There are no new entries for the Weeping Blood Gun, but its appearance has actually changed.

On the gun blade, there is a pair of crescent blades. The curvature is not very obvious, but it feels thicker than sharp.

He looks extremely domineering.

"How could this become a halberd?"

Xia Yan was really a little confused.

The damaged Bahuang actually turned the Weeping Blood Spear into the "Fangtian Painted Halberd". What does this mean?

Another alternative to seize the body, NTR?

Xia Yanzhen took a look at the information.

The name of the Weeping Blood Spear has also changed, becoming [Weeping Blood Spear and Halberd].

"Well, forget it, this way, halberd-type weapons should be able to be directly strengthened in the future, which is a good thing." Xia Yanzhen weighed the weight of the Weeping Blood Spear Halberd.

The terms have not changed, but the weight can feel a lot heavier.

The weight is still within Xia Yanzhen's usage range.

There is no loss of control when swinging, and it can still be retracted and released freely.

Stop wherever you say, and you will have full control.

Obviously, adding another few hundred kilograms to a ton of weight would not be a problem for Xia Yanzhen.

The next day after returning, Xia Yanzhen went to Fanhai City again and met with Gao Qiang and Tao E.

In two days, they will go to where the White Emperor is and have a real meeting with him.

Haeju is located along the southeastern coast of Jeongguk.

The White Emperor's location is not very close to Haeju, it spans half of the country.

Tao E bought business seats on the train for Xia Yanzhen and Gao Qiang, which would take six hours.

When it comes to flying, Gao Qiang doesn't feel safe.

After becoming an apostle of dreams and having power attributed to oneself, one becomes accustomed to taking one's own safety into one's own hands.

Instead of relying entirely on transportation.

Airplanes are the easiest place for dream apostles to lose their sense of security.

Xia Yan really doesn't care about this.

Because he felt that even if the plane crashed, he would not necessarily die if he fell from an altitude of 10,000 meters.

"Have you contacted Baihuang?" Xia Yanzhen asked Gao Qiang on the train.

Just now he finally learned Gao Qiang's real name, which was Fei Yan.
Chapter completed!