Jiang Cheng was drinking tea in the living room with loose training clothes. Seeing them coming in, he raised his hand: "Second, what are you doing?"

"Dad, what news did you hear?" Jiang He sat opposite him, picked up his drink and sipped it, breathing a long sigh: "Good tea!"

Jiang Cheng snorted: "You killed a black boss two days ago?"

"Who made him so arrogant? What can I do if I seek death? Let's help him!" Jiang He laughed and said, "The person is dead."

"He is from the Old Jiang family." Jiang Cheng waved to Jiang Xiaowan and handed a small paper jar: "Girl, come and do it!... Fang Han, is Xiuna okay?"

"Don't worry, Master, everything is normal!" Fang Han sat down with a smile.

Jiang Xiaowan sat beside him, her soft and light body was faint and fragrant. Her crystal and warm little hands were flexible and gentle. She washed, brewed, and poured tea, elegant and calm, giving people an artistic enjoyment.

"Dad, are you too much?" Jiang He smiled and said, "As for such a treasure!"

"What do you know!" Jiang Cheng said angrily: "I know how to fight and kill all day long!... Fang Han, this is something I just got from Lao Zheng. It is absolutely authentic Dahongpao, try it!"

Fang Han picked up the snow-white tea cup, drank it all, and let out a breath of hot air mixed with fragrance. Jiang Xiaowan looked at him with smile: "How is it?"

"It's just like tea, it depends on the effort of soaking, and it can enter your mouth." Fang Han sighed.

Jiang Xiaowan glanced at him and smiled, "Nothing."

Fang Han said: "Master, is this Zheng always fooling you? It's not an authentic Dahongpao, it's just a very ordinary product on the market!"

"Really or false?" Jiang Cheng picked up the small paper jar and smelled it, looked at it, frowned and said, "It should be a good tea, Xiaowan, please try it!"

Jiang Xiaowan took a sip of it and snorted: "It's okay. At least it's not a fake. Uncle Zheng often does such things, so you don't have to be aware of it."

"This is old Zheng!" Jiang Cheng cursed and handed Jiang He a little paper jar: "Take it and drink it. Anyway, you are a cow chewing peonies, and you can't taste good or bad."

"Okay." Jiang He accepted with a smile: "Dad, you look down on me. Ordinary people really can't afford to drink."

"What are you doing to provoke the Old Jiang family?" Jiang Cheng said: "They are not in your way, are they?"

"The third brother told me, please ask him." Jiang He pointed at Fang Han.

Fang Han smiled and said the reason. After hearing this, Jiang Cheng snorted: "Jiu Master, this is still the world of the party, all the monsters and monsters came out!"

"Dad, how could Mr. Jiang be Chen Jiushan's backstage?" Jiang He frowned and said, "Mr. Jiang is still very particular."

"That kid saved Lao Jiang's life!" Jiang Cheng shook his head and said, "He is in a dilemma. You can shoot the person directly without any room for anything!"

Jiang Hedao: "Chen Jiushan is destined to die like this. If I don't kill others, I will kill you. I will compensate Uncle Jiang tomorrow!"

"It should be." Jiang Cheng drank a cup of tea and tasted it: "Fang Han, can you taste the difference?"

Fang Han smiled and said, "Master, aren't you good at tasting tea?"

Jiang Cheng put down the teacup and shook his head: "I have been drinking tea for half my life, but I just can't taste good or bad. You say it's evil or not!"

Fang Han said: "This is normal. Many people have been drinking tea for a lifetime and are used to drinking a taste. Even the best tea is, they don't like it."

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Fang Han returned to the quiet room, which was completely independent of the villa. It was a separate building behind the villa, hidden in it by the woods.

He stood there with his eyes slightly narrowed, waving his hands, murmured in his mouth, speaking a strange language with a strange pronunciation.

His voice began to be low and slowly grew higher, and finally resounded throughout the room. Fortunately, the sound insulation in the quiet room was excellent, for fear of being disturbed when he entered the quiet, so his strange voice would not be emitted.

After about five minutes of touching, his body trembled and then emitted a soft light, as if the sun shone on the jade.

Several huge forces came from the void, from the southwest direction, merged into the holy ring above him, and directly transformed into his holy power. The holy power rose like a tide, surging and surging.

"Bang!" A muffled sound like spring thunder sounded in his ears, and then his body lightened. He looked up and saw eight rings appearing in the void behind his head.

Inadvertently, he broke through the Seventh Ring and officially advanced into the Eighth Ring, only one step away from the Ninth Ring Holy Level. Although it was far away, he had already seen a glimmer of hope.

He breathed a long sigh, like a dragon's roar, and his smile slowly bloomed on his face. This step was so difficult, and he finally advanced to another level.

He looked up at the southwest. These dozens of statues really worked. He still had to thank Song Yuya and the others for their words.

Without their troubles, Fang Han could not have done this step. By chance, he actually succeeded and transformed the pure power of faith into holy power.

This is not the power of faith among others, but the belief in the statue of the god he created, so it can be used directly for him without any future troubles.

Good and bad luck depend on each other, troubles and gains are always mixed together. Fang Han feels that his luck is really good and encounters such a rare opportunity.

This time the surging power of holy power comes from merit and faith. Half and half of both are, and the merit is not inferior to faith. It can be seen that the power of this virus is, once it really spreads, it may cause tragedy, so you get so much merit.

The two overlapped together, which allowed him to break through the Seventh Ring Holy Level in one fell swoop. Without this time, it would take at least several years for him to break through.

Fang Han left the quiet room and walked in the woods outside, slowly digesting the strangeness caused by his advancement. His body would have a leap and become stronger. The rest did not change qualitatively. He could use more powerful holy techniques, and the same holy techniques consumed less than before.

He came to the middle of the woods and punched him. The sound of footsteps rang out quickly. Jiang Xiaowan appeared lightly in the woods and approached him with his cell phone.

Fang Han took the phone: "Whose?"

"Helen." Jiang Xiaowan said: "They are still in Africa!"

Fang Han put his phone in his ears, and Helentina's voice came from inside: "Fang Han!"

Fang Han said: "Helen, why haven't you come back yet?"

"We want to come back, but there's something wrong," Helentina said. "I think something is wrong!"

"Someone wants to deal with you?" Fang Han asked.

Helentina nodded: "We feel someone peeking in the dark, harboring malice."

They are very skilled in kung fu and are very sensitive to hostility.

"Can you cope?" Fang Han asked.

He is now more and more free to teleport, but he doesn't want to show it. Moreover, they also need to go through some training, which is conducive to their improvement in kung fu.

Helentina said: "No problem!"

"It's really okay?" Fang Han sat at the stone table and said lazily: "The power of your family is still effective there."

"Of course!" Helentina said: "I just tell you and ask you what experience you have to deal with this situation."

Fang Han said: "Come back as soon as possible, it's better to play a trick first and lead them away."

"I understand!" Helentina said: "We will go back tomorrow. Can you pick us up?"
Chapter completed!