Fantasy: The Strongest Red Famous Village

Jiang Han smacked his lips and said, "Is Liu Kai a Martial Artist?"

"no."

Zhao An shook his head subconsciously, and then when he realized it, he frowned and stared at Jiang Han, "Do you look down on Brother Kai? Let me tell you, although Brother Kai is not a Martial Artist now, he will soon become one. A powerful monk!"

"In the game, Brother Kai has become an alchemist apprentice. He has a distinguished status. Even the proud Martial Artists have gone out of their way to befriend him!"

Alchemist apprentice?

Jiang Han was slightly surprised. Liu Kai's luck was really good.

"snort!"

Seeing the trace of surprise in Jiang Han's eyes, Zhao An's face showed a smile, "If it weren't for the fact that you are also a member of our compound of martyrs' children, even if you knelt down to beg Brother Kai, we wouldn't Bird you!"

Jiang Han laughed out loud.

He shook his head and said, "Let me ask you, is Liu Kai a monk now?"

"Of course not." Zhao An frowned, "But..."

"Then what are you kidding me about here? He's so awesome, I thought he was a Great Emperor!" Jiang Han sneered and raised his hand to close the door.

"Jiang Han!"

Zhao An's face suddenly became extremely ugly. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the door, staring at him viciously, "Are you itchy again? Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this?"

For a moment, Jiang Han's expression turned cold.

He glanced at Zhao An's hand pressing on the door panel, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Let go."

Zhao An was stunned.

He looked at Jiang Han in disbelief, as if he had gotten to know him again. After a few seconds, he suddenly laughed, but his voice was a little cold: "It seems that you have a small chance in the game. I am very curious. What kind of opportunity can make you so swollen?"

"But you forgot a very important point..."

Zhao An's eyes were stern, and his face, which was only sixteen or seventeen years old, looked extremely ferocious. "You have a chance, and so do I! In the past, I was able to suppress you, but now...it's the same!"

call!

The next moment, he swung his fist and hit Jiang Han in the face with a strong punch.

Jiang Han watched his fist approach with an expressionless expression.

To Zhao An, the iron fist felt as fast as the wind, but to Jiang Han, it seemed like a slow and pitifully slow move.

At this moment, Zhao An's face was very ferocious. He seemed to see Jiang Han's face blooming under his fist, and he couldn't help but sneered triumphantly.

A waste is a waste!

What if this guy's dead parents were both powerful Martial Artists, thus receiving an enviable pension and allowing him to join the union?

dream!

"What a bastard. If you don't fight, you won't obey." This thought flashed through Zhao An's mind.

At this moment, he was suddenly stunned.

Because he felt as if his fist had hit Jiang Han... But why didn't the other party scream? According to past experience, this loser should have screamed very loudly, right?

Subconsciously, Zhao An retracted his thoughts and took a closer look.

In an instant, his expression changed drastically!

"impossible!"

Zhao An exclaimed, his fist did not hit the opponent's face as he thought, but hit... a white but slightly rough palm?

"Not bad strength."

At this time, Jiang Han's faint voice sounded.

He grabbed Zhao An's fist with one hand, slowly exerted force, and moved it from his face to his chest, and then looked at Zhao An's unbelievable face, a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes.

"Zhao An, right? In my memory, you punched me a total of 102 times... Tsk, you are really a punching bag. I won't take them all back, just one punch."

As he spoke, Jiang Han let go of his hand.

Zhao An subconsciously took two steps back, with a look of panic on his face: "What... do you mean?"

The words just fell.

A fist hit his face directly, and severe pain instantly filled Zhao An's perception. He felt as if a giant hammer hit his head. He rolled his eyes and fainted!

"I can't help but beat him."

Jiang Han glanced at Zhao An, who was lying on the ground with blood on his face, and a faint coldness flashed in his eyes.

If he couldn't kill people here, how could he let this guy go so easily.

"It's still not strong enough."

Jiang Han murmured to himself and kicked the unconscious Zhao An to the side so as not to block the door, "The courtyard of the martyrs' children? It's better to leave this poor place as soon as possible..."

Being able to enter Hongming Village is his secret. Before he becomes strong, it must not be known to others!

"Then become a monk first!"

Jiang Han turned around and walked into the house, ate something casually, and then entered the game again.

After identifying the location, he walked directly towards the recruitment office.

The introduction of the game says that if you choose the national camp, once you become a soldier, you will be able to obtain the most basic skills and combat skills... What Jiang Han lacks most now is combat skills. As for Hongming Village, he will have to wait until tomorrow. Went in again!

"Tomorrow, I must buy a book or two of Immortal Emperor... Bah! I'm going to exchange the meat of a ferocious beast for a book or two of combat skills!"