There was no doubt that this human man had indeed discovered him. Han Sen had no need to hide anymore. He stood up from the water-filled grass, and his armor was dripping with water.
"Friend, I'm not sure what biluoguo you are talking about." Han Sen looked at the man and said.
"Human?" The man looked slightly surprised when he saw Han Sen. He obviously didn't expect that the person here was actually a human.
"We are all compatriots, and everything is easy to discuss. My name is Han Sen, what do you call a friend?" Han Sen wondered if he could glean some information from this mysterious man.
The man turned coldly and said, "Humans and I have never been friends, let alone compatriots."
"It's as if you are not human." Han Sen stared at the man and said.
The man said indifferently: "Don't confuse me with your inferior races. I originally wanted to spare your life, but it's a pity that you talk too much nonsense."
With that said, the man punched Han Sen directly, intending to kill him directly.
Han Sen never expected that a man would take action at his request, and that this man would actually say that he was not a human being, and that he regarded humans as an inferior race.
But Han Sen clearly felt that the man's scent was pure human, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.
Now there was no time for Han Sen to think about it so much. The man punched out with a terrifyingly powerful fist. With a scream that broke through the air, the fist tore through the space and arrived in front of Han Sen instantly.
Blood flashed in Han Sen's eyes. He had opened nine gene locks with his bloodline nerves and raised his fist as if it was dripping blood.
Bang!
Han Sen felt as if his fist had hit the locomotive that was hitting him at high speed. He involuntarily stepped back and kicked his feet on the ground, but he still couldn't stop his body.
The hard stone under his feet was plowed open by Han Sen's legs, forming two deep grooves. Han Sen slid several hundred meters on the ground before barely stopping.
The bones in the fist were shattered, and even the arm bones were broken.
"What a powerful force!" Han Sen looked at the man in horror. The man's punch did not have any attribute power. It was a blow purely relying on physical strength. It was so powerful that it was really unimaginable.
"Hey, Bloodline Life Nerve, are you a follower of my Blood Life Religion?" The man let out a light sigh, seeming to be very surprised.
"Are you?" Han Sen was surprised. He had heard the man say that he was a member of the Blue Blood Special Forces. How could he become a member of the Blood Life Cult again?
The man smiled slightly, and his expression obviously relaxed a lot: "You don't know that I am also normal. I am afraid that there are no real saints in the Blood Life Sect today. But since you practice the Blood Life Nerve, you must be a true disciple of my religion, even if I have never seen a real saint, so I should have read the classics of the Thirteen Saints, right? I am one of the Thirteen Saints, Tianzhu."
As he spoke, the man suddenly frowned and said, "Which family are you a disciple of? Why are your bloodline and life nerves so weak?"
Thousands of thoughts flashed through Han Sen's mind, and he finally decided to give it a try and said, "I am Qin Huai's disciple. He only accepted me as his disciple before he died and passed on his blood and life. I don't know anything about the teachings." many."
"Qin Huaizhen?" The man frowned and thought for a while, then seemed to remember something: "It turns out to be the Qin family. Has the Qin family fallen to such a low level? There is an outsider disciple who is also the first generation of bloodline life nerve cultivator."
Han Sen didn't speak, just looked at the man. He knew nothing about the Blood Life Cult. Talking more would only make more mistakes. It would be better not to say anything.
The man thought for a while and continued: "It is difficult to find people who can cultivate the mind. It is not easy for the Qin family to find one. Since you have inherited the inheritance of the Qin family, even though you are still the first generation, the Qin family still needs the title of saint. It's up to you to inherit, but your current bloodline is still too weak to enjoy the title of saint. Fortunately, there is a shelter now. You can pass it on for a few more generations. Only after your descendants turn into blue blood can they truly obtain the title of saint. title."
Han Sen was extremely excited when he heard this. Although the man only spoke a few words, he suddenly understood a lot of things.
Bloodline and Life Nerve is a top-notch technique for strengthening genetic genes. Generation after generation, the offspring will become stronger and stronger.
The successor of Xuanmen once said that the true disciples of the Blood God Sect are very terrifying. They are terrifying beings inherited from ancient times, and their physical fitness far exceeds that of ordinary humans.
Combined with what the man claiming to be the Heavenly Punisher Saint said, it means that the blood will turn blue if the blood and life nerves have been passed down for a long time. Doesn't that mean that people with blue blood are all inheritors of the Blood Life Sect.
This ancient technique, which requires blood and time as a means of inheritance, cannot be practiced casually, and even if it is practiced, the power it can exert is not too strong.
The most powerful thing about the bloodline life nerve is the inheritance of power and genes. It is passed down from generation to generation. If it is a disciple who has truly inherited it for a long time, the power will indeed be terrifying and unimaginable.
This is why Han Sen trained his bloodline life nerves and unlocked the nine gene locks, but his strength was not much stronger than the super divine creature that unlocked the nine gene locks.
Because this is not the real strength of the Bloodline Life Nerve at all. People like Tianzhu are the real experts in cultivating the Bloodline Life Nerve. They are terrifying existences that have been passed down for countless generations.
Han Sen thought again: "If the Thirteen Saints represent the thirteen inheritors of the bloodline and life nerves that have been passed down since ancient times, then Han Jingzhi should be one of the inheritors, right? He is also blue-blooded."
But something was wrong when I thought about it. Ying Gui had clearly said that Han Jingzhi was kidnapped to the Blood Life Cult. If he was really a saint of the Blood Life Cult, how could anyone dare to kidnap him? Who else tied him up?
Moreover, the Qin family is also a branch of saints. Why is their blood red and not blue?
Doubts arose in Han Sen's mind, making him even more confused.
However, Han Sen finally concluded that if Han Jingzhi was really one of the inherited saints of the Blood Life Religion, then he could not be Han Sen's great-grandfather.
Even if no one in the Han family practices the Bloodline Life Nerve after Han Jingzhi, the genetic inheritance power of the Bloodline Life Nerve will continue for several generations, but it will slowly become weaker.
Logically speaking, if you are in Han Sen's area, you can inherit some blue blood.
Even if Han Sen couldn't inherit it, his father should have some blue blood.
However, Han Sen knew very clearly that both he and his father were of red blood and had nothing to do with blue blood. They definitely could not be the descendants of the Saints of the Blood Life Religion.
The more Han Sen thought about it, the more confused he became. The Han family really had nothing to do with Han Jingzhi, so how could the Han family pass down the nine-life blood cat, a sacred object of the Blood Life Cult? This is so strange.
The man didn't know that Han Sen was thinking a thousand times, so he said to himself: "Forget it, just think of those two biluo fruits as gifts to the emperor's saint lineage."
After saying that, the man turned around and left.
