After the woman finished speaking, Han Zhenhan was stunned for a moment. He underestimated the attraction of his hot air balloon and underestimated the IQ of the Bai people. Such a woman could see the importance of the hot air balloon.

He threw down the straight woman and turned her hand and inserted it on the ground, then turned around and was about to leave. Han Zhenhan had a sudden inspiration and quickly spoke,

"This female hero, I will tell you the principles and production methods of the hot air balloon. It's not particularly difficult..."

The woman heard Han Zhenhan speak and cooperated quite well, so she stopped and turned around and said,

“Say it…”

At this time, the torches on the ground made the scenery in Han Zhenhan's vision clear. The woman's face was surrounded by a scarf, and Han Zhenhan could not see her face, but the outline outside could be seen clearly.

This is a slender woman. Sometimes the strength is really not good. How did such a thin woman carry herself here? You must know that this place is full of mountain roads.

The woman looked at Han Zhenhan with anger and hatred in her eyes, but at the same time she was full of expectations. She was a pair of beautiful eyes that could speak, and her eyes were like stars flashing under the fire.

Han Zhenhan is not a young man who has never seen a woman, but he was still attracted by these eyes and was stunned for a moment. However, the person staring at him must be unwilling to do so. Especially this man and woman are still enemies.

A gleam flashed in the woman's eyes. Han Zhenhan seemed to be stabbed by this sharp gaze. He changed his application and rolled on the spot and barely avoided the Feng's kick.

"I'll tell you that hot...Flying Artifact..."

When Han Zhenhan heard Han Zhenhan talk about the thing that scared the Bai people to kneel down and kowtow, the fierce light in the woman's eyes also eased when Han Zhenhan started to speak. Han Zhenhan had a kind of thing that the other party wanted to let himself say about the hot air balloon.

"This, I called the flying vehicle that I placed in the sky yesterday. My thing... is to use the rising power in the air. When making it, bamboo and wood are used to splice it into the shape of bird bones, making it lighter than gas mass, and then make it into the jellyfish. Do you know what the jellyfish look like? It's a bit similar to an umbrella, making the frame of this aircraft, and then using feathers, umbrella, that's right, feathers, and make a regular arrangement inside..."

When the woman heard Han Zhenhan's words, her brows became heavier and heavier, but Han Zhenhan kept talking, saying everything he could think of, what he had read in books, was all about running the train in his mouth.

The bone support was actually the aircraft that Han Zhenhan borrowed from the Wright brothers, the brave man in the wings, and the hard wings. Even the conch-like aircraft designed and made by Da Vinci was described as the core of his simple hot air balloon.

Han Zhenhan kept saying that the woman was standing there listening, and she didn't know how much she heard. But to be honest, if this girl was a superb genius, it would be possible to find a way to make an aircraft in the example Han Zhenhan said.

But like drinking war, machinery also tells women to walk away...

"Are you finished talking...?"

Finally, Han Zhenhan was a little tired when he said that, his lips, which had just been slumped on his face, started to dry again. The woman asked Han Zhenhan softly with a cold tone. This cold look made Han Zhenhan feel a little sad.

After saying that, before Han Zhenhan could answer, he grabbed her behind her with his hands and heard a sound of gold and iron colliding. When he turned around, the woman had already had a sharp dagger on her hand.

Han Zhenhan is familiar with this dagger. Last night, it was this short sword that forced him to force him. The woman walked around behind Han Zhenhan. Han Zhenhan bit his lip, thinking that today might be his death, and he didn't know how his family lived in his family and country.

But what surprised Han Zhen was that the imagined pain did not reach him, but the rope on his arm was loosened. Han Zhenhan, who was tied up, was finally let go of his hands, but his feet were still tied. After the tight clamp on his hand was loosened, Han Zhenhan's arm was a little bloody for a moment, and he couldn't even lift it up even if he wanted to.

I don’t know how long I was tied up. It should be a long time, otherwise it wouldn’t be like this. The woman looked at Han Zhenhan’s face flushed and kept shaking her shoulders there. She didn’t know what he wanted to do, so she was a little stunned. But no matter what, she was a martial artist. After watching for a while, she knew what Han Zhenhan was like. She muttered softly,

"Weak chicken..."

If it were posted on weekdays, Han Zhenhan would definitely not care about other people's comments. Moreover, Han Zhenhan knew whether Han Zhenhan was a poor scholar without any power. But today it was not very good. Is Han Zhenhan himself unable to figure out the situation or was it exciting for some other reason?

"You are the weak guy! I..."

But before Han Zhenhan finished speaking, he turned into a small boat with a storm. His left arm was pierced and his body was tilted to the right. His right arm was kicked and his body fell to the left.

And after a long time when my arms had not been bleeding, blood suddenly flowed in. It felt like a needle prick, which made people feel numb and itchy. There was also muscle soreness in the middle. I don’t know how many kicks I was kicked, but at this moment, Han Zhenhan felt like a pendulum.

Because of my own words, I was beaten up, which was really worth it. However, it was impossible to use human swords to snipe me for fish. If the other party has a little bad temper, the one who is unlucky will be Han Zhenhan. Han Zhenhan is really weak in front of this female assassin.

"Very good, I'm a weak chicken. It doesn't matter. Start writing what you said to me from the wooden frame structure to the black bat skin you said. If you write one less step, I'll chop up a finger. Of course, you won't mind the weak chicken chopping your fingers."

Seeing that Han Zhenhan was shaking when he was not kicked, the woman kept her legs and feet. She also used her slender legs to stop Han Zhenhan who was shaking, and then spoke, and Han Zhenhan seemed to pretend that he hadn't heard it. He was joking, and he had said so much, how could he write it down in order?

That was all my improvisation. I thought that the more I said, the more I could convince the woman, but now it seems that this woman is not only not convinced Han Zhenhan enough, but now she almost completely distrusts her...
Chapter completed!