The three days of special training are almost over.
Now, among the flashes of swords and shadows, it is already the last level.
They may have thought that this kind of devil training would be terrifying, but they never imagined that it would be so terrifying that they couldn't even imagine it.
On the first day, Han Sanqian sent top experts like Ning Yue.
The next day was even better. Han Sanqian directly called back the army of strange beasts that had been preparing in Gailuocheng.
Although there were no tens of thousands of beasts like those used to attack a city, after Han Sanqian's careful selection, a total of 180 strange beasts were produced, each with extraordinary abilities. To the forty-four disciples, these one hundred and eighty strange beasts were simply a dimensionality-reducing blow.
Although the exercises taught by Han Sanqian and the elixirs given to them were excellent, they were still unable to withstand the dimensionality reduction attack.
Fortunately, after many hardships, layer upon layer of efforts and various teamwork, this group of people successfully broke through and won with great difficulty.
But what they never imagined was that those narrow escapes were just childish, because on the third day, they faced the most terrifying opponent.
Han Sanqian!
This is not even a simple dimension reduction attack, this is completely a one-sided massacre.
Although they have practiced diligently and the elixirs have replenished enough spiritual energy, they obviously still don't have much ability to fight back against monsters like Han Sanqian.
In just a few minutes, forty-four people collectively collapsed, leaving only painful wails.
At this time, Han Sanqian, whose face was covered, glanced at everyone coldly, and finally said disdainfully: "What's the matter? Isn't there anyone among the forty-four who is capable? Are they all fallen down and unable to stand up?"
"A bunch of soft-legged shrimps, it's a waste to eat so many pills."
"Fuck, bastard, who are you talking about?"
"That's right, you are the fucking soft-footed shrimp. Your grandpas are just tired and they just lie down for a while. Hmm, when your grandpas have rested, you will be the only one crying."
"Fuck, stand up now, you fucking come on."
Forty-four people continued to curse, and many of them slowly stood up. No matter how uncomfortable it was, they held on forcefully because they knew that if they didn't stand up, these damn dogs would The thieves were not only laughing at them, but also the leader behind them who was specially responsible for them.
It's okay for them to embarrass themselves, but how can they embarrass the leader? !
However, the few people who had just stood up didn't even have time to react. They felt their knees were hit hard and knelt down on the spot.
However, they fell, and soon new ones stood up.
"Come on, bastard, you've been playing with us for almost an hour anyway, let's play with you."
"Damn it, let me tell you, we are all Han Sanqian's subordinates, none of us is a coward."
"Even if I die, I will definitely die standing up."
"come."
They shouted angrily, with no fear in their eyes, even though the black-clothed masked man standing in front of them was completely capable of beating them.
But so what? Wouldn’t it be just one death?
They have long said that they are not afraid at all!
"Are you really not afraid of death?" Han Sanqian stopped slightly and looked at everyone.
"Fear of death is not a mother's nature."
"Hehe, we are actually more afraid of something than death. Do you know what it is?"
How do these people know that the dignity they defend to the death and the face of Han Sanqianmian behind them are actually... just some meat buns beating a dog...
Han Sanqian was actually standing in front of them.
Han Sanqian smiled slightly: "I'm somewhat interested in knowing, why don't you guys tell me about it?"
"I bother!"
"You want to hear it, but you don't want to talk about it, you bastard."
"That's right, if you have the guts, do it. It depends on whether your hands are faster or we can stand up faster!"
Han Sanqian was not angry, but instead smiled: "Just tell me, just treat me as pitiful, okay?"
"Haha, you idiot, you are actually a coward. Well, looking at you like a grandson, let me tell you, what we are most afraid of is that we will not be able to bite a few pieces of flesh from you bastard after we die."
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people rushed towards him from all directions, with their teeth gaping like mad dogs.
"The Evil God"
"Okay, if I get bitten by you, I'm really afraid of getting rabies." However, Han Sanqian refused to dodge and took off the scarf on his face.
The people who were bloodthirsty and shouting for death a second ago suddenly braked collectively, and their heads were filled with big questions: "Leader of the Alliance?"
