Third update

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The boss suddenly turned the spear head and massacred his own people. The blood leopards were instantly dizzy and messy. One of them got into the ground first, and the other blood leopards disappeared without a trace. The originally chaotic valley was instantly empty, just like an illusion. The fifth-level blood leopard burst into flames, and the blood-red lines on the body slowly faded, the color gradually became lighter, and finally turned into a pale dry bone that stopped moving, and a small blood-colored ghost head was embedded in the eye sockets.

This sudden change shocked everyone, and they were stunned for a moment. Han Yun stepped on the purple lightning arrow and landed on the ground. A divine thought was fired, and the ghost-headed knife trembled and escaped. Everyone felt a flash of blood in front of their eyes, and a blood-colored knife that was about to grow long was held in Han Yun's hand. The blood gurgled, and a strong blood-severing evil aura rushed towards him, and he was frightened.

"It's Boss Han!" Zhao Tai came to his senses first and said loudly in surprise.

"It's really Boss Han, Boss Han woke up!"

"Very good!"

"Boss Han!"

The cultivators cheered excitedly and flew down with swords, surrounded Han Yun, calling "Boss" in a lingering manner, and their excitement was beyond words. Han Yun looked at the faces that were not very familiar but very sincere. He couldn't help but relieved because he learned that Lin Jin'er's death. He smiled and answered, and his eyes swept over the guy Tu Hanyun. Tu Hanyun's face was calm and he smiled and said, "Senior Brother Han, you are sleeping comfortably this time, but you are worried that you will be so worried!"

"Hehe, are you worried that I'm not dead?" Han Yun punched Tu Hanyun in the chest like a joke. Tu Hanyun took two steps back, his face turned red before he could barely stand firm. Han Yun couldn't help but wonder, he smiled and said in a pun: "You kid can pretend!"

Tuo Hanyun covered his chest exaggeratedly and said, "Senior Brother's cultivation has improved again. I can take my senior brother's punch!"

"Hey, Boss Han is indeed in the middle stage of foundation building, amazing! After sleeping for a year, his cultivation has become better! How strange!" A cultivator said in surprise. At this time, Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but show off, and the old god said: "What's so strange about this? The cultivator may lead to promotion when the spiritual sea is extremely exhausted. There is no such thing in all, but our boss is an extraordinary person. It is inevitable that he can break it and then establish it. "

"Stupid!" Zhang Dachui couldn't help but lift it up. Mrs. Zhao immediately felt like he had been stepped on his tail and said angrily: "Big Hachui, I almost knocked on the great master's head but haven't settled the score with you. Now I'm carrying it over with the great master, and I'm also despising Boss Han! Is it itchy? The great master will loosen the bones for you!"

This guy gave him a good name, and he took advantage of the "Great Master" one by one. Zhang Dahui's waxy face turned red, and a sled hammer flashed in his hand, and he raised the hammer and hit him. Han Yun couldn't help but laugh and cry. The two of them were simply wrongly attached to the door god, and they couldn't get along with each other. Han Yun reached out and pressed the giant hammer. Zhang Dahui felt a huge force and could not help but have a good heart of sexuality. His spiritual power was secretly spitting out, trying to shake Han Yun's hand away, but his face turned purple and could not move the hammer at all.

Zhang Dahui's cultivation is also in the middle stage of foundation building, and his arm strength is extraordinary. If the strength in his hands is just like him, even if he fights, Han Yun easily pressed his hammer so hard that he couldn't lift it up. Everyone couldn't help but look at it in a dark horror. Han Yun smiled and took his hand back and said, "Big Hammer, how about I give me a face?"

Zhang Dachui took back the Dachui and said admiringly: "Since Boss Han said that, let that thief go once!"

"Tsk tsk, don't put a high hat on your head, the great man needs you to spare..."

Han Yun frowned and glared at Mrs. Zhao, and a sense of majesty naturally emanated from his body. Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but immediately stopped and smiled at Han Yun.

"Hehe, Mr. Zhao is so arrogant!" Wang laughed, and the cultivators couldn't help laughing. Mrs. Zhao patted his chest without changing his face and said, "My Mrs. Zhao is just obeying Boss Han! Do you not obey Boss Han? Whoever doesn't agree will compete with Mr. Han!"

Everyone was stunned. Han Yun destroyed tens of thousands of blood puppets with one force that day, including four or five levels. He just saw him dropping down a fifth level blood leopard cleanly. Han Yun had truly risen to the position of the boss in their minds, and no one was dissatisfied.

"Hehe, let me be right, Zhang Dachui, are you not convinced by Boss Han?" Zhao Tai smiled proudly. Zhang Dachui was straightforward and nodded simply and said, "Boss Han is really powerful, so I, Zhang Dachui, of course I, was convinced by it!"

Han Yun was embarrassed, laughed and interrupted, "Don't stand stupidly. Those who want to pick flowers should hurry up and leave immediately after picking! Save the bloody gangs to kill back!"

Everyone agreed and distributed their hands to continue collecting the Blood Spirit Spring. Some of them were guarding the valley entrance. Wang dug out a blood pill from the skull of the level 5 blood leap and handed it to Han Yun with both hands, saying admiration: "Boss Han is really powerful. He killed a level 5 blood leap with a wave of his hand. In the past, when we encountered a level 5 blood leap, we could only escape!"

Han Yun was not polite to take the blood pill and put it away, and smiled and said, "It's all up to this magic weapon!" A blood light flashed in his hand, and the ghost-headed knife with blood evil as it soared into the sky appeared in his hand.

"Boss Han, can this knife be viewed next?" A hint of suspicion flashed across Lao Pang's face. Han Yun handed the ghost-headed knife over and said, "I got this knife from the hands of an evil cultivator. Lao Pang, do you know the origin of this knife?"

Lao Pang held the knife and looked carefully for a while, and suddenly reached out and touched the storage belt and added a small scabbard. The scabbard was light in color and covered with mottled blood-colored patterns, just like blood patterns on the skeleton of a blood gang.

Everyone couldn't help but exclaim, and at a glance it could be seen that the scabbard was obviously in line with the ghost-headed knife. Old Pang held the sword of the ghost-headed knife and inserted it into the scabbard. It was instantly restrained by the blood evil spirit, and the treasure sword hid its edge. It was neither big nor small, nor biased nor slanted. The scabbard seemed to be customized for the ghost-headed knife.

Han Yun's heart moved and said, "Old Pang, where did you get this scabbard?"

"I got it from a ruin near the temple. At that time, I thought the scabbard was very strange, so I put it away. It seemed that the scabbard was the one from this little knife." Old Pang handed the ghost-headed scabbard back to Han Yun. Han Yun took the scabbard and played with it for a while, and said intimately: "It turns out that this little knife comes from here. Has the evil cultivator ever entered here?"

"Well, take me to the temple later!" Han Yun put away the ghost-headed knife. Old Pang nodded and said, "No problem, the temple is not far away, it will be here in half an hour. It's just that today Geng Scarface and the others seem to be hunting somewhere!"

"We will not interfere with them. Why don't we go and see us? Boss Han! I'll take you there!" Mrs. Zhao said hurriedly.

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Chapter completed!