Han Mo roared, trying to stop the sound of the flute from confusing everyone, pulling everyone back from the hypnotic state, and letting them wake up.

This roar really stopped Bai Yelang's flute sound, but the other people's faces were still obsessed and did not wake up immediately because of the disappearance of the flute sound.

Bai Yelang stood up, walked to the prison door, looked at Han Mo, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "What kung fu are you using? Why are you fine?"

In addition to surprise, there was also a hint of fanaticism in his eyes, as if he was very interested in Han Mo's kung fu.

Han Mo's fighting skills are naturally self-organized in this world. People who do not understand martial arts naturally cannot see it, but those who are truly skilled in martial arts will see the special features of fighting skills.

Fighting techniques seem simple to say, but they are a little different from ancient martial arts. From a certain perspective, fighting techniques are a modern technology that tempers the essence of ancient martial arts and then innovates. The real fighting techniques in the army do not care about the viewing of martial arts, but about how to subdue the enemy or even kill the enemy in the shortest time.

Therefore, fighting skills emphasize simplicity, and there are killing moves everywhere in simplicity. You must completely clarify the key parts of the human body. With this as the goal, training speed and accuracy, as well as indispensable power, collect points, attack the opponent with sharp martial arts, and defeat the enemy with one blow as much as possible.

Today, except for Han Mo, only Han Qing, a group of black panther members, have practiced fighting skills, so such martial arts are very conspicuous in the eyes of insiders.

Bai Yelang's martial arts are very clever, but seeing Han Mo's sharp fighting skills suddenly felt a sense of freshness. What made him feel a little incredible was that Han Mo was young and not only had such strange martial arts, but also could withstand his hypnosis, which really surprised him.

Of course he didn't know that Han Mo had studied the "Sutra of Eternal Life" since he was a child.

The "Sutra of Eternal Life" is a secret practice of the Han family, which has been passed down since the time of King Kong. The direct children of the Han family are secretly practicing the "Sutra of Eternal Life" and outsiders do not know it.

The "Sutra of Eternal Life" cultivates one's body and nature, and smoothes qi and blood. After practicing deeply, it can not only make people feel calm and calm, but also strengthen the body and enhance people's strength, but also produces almost terrifying power.

It is precisely because of this that the direct descendants of the Han family have all the "born divine power" envied by outsiders. Although this has been the case from generation to generation, most people still think that this is "hereditary reason".

Today, Han Mo activated the internal energy of the "Yangsheng Sutra" to block Bai Yelang's hypnosis. Han Mo himself knew what was going on, but Bai Yelang didn't know it.

Looking at Bai Yelang's burning eyes, Han Mo smiled faintly and said, "My ability seems to be nothing in your eyes!"

Bai Yelang shook his head, stared at Han Mo's face, and asked Han Mo's unexpected words: "Are you willing to teach me? Are you willing to teach me your martial arts?"

Han Mo was stunned for a moment, but immediately said, "You are joking."

Bai Yelang put away the flute, raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and "kick" against the wooden pillar at the prison door, which was two fists, and broke the two wooden pillars, leaving the gap empty. He came out of the gap, and with his hand moved, the broken flute came into his hand again. He did not pause. The flute poked out and took it straight towards Han Mo's throat.

Han Mo was wary. The moment Bai Yelang took action, his body took a step back, and when he stepped on his feet, a jailer's big sword jumped up from the ground. Han Mo flipped over and took it, and a stroke was made in front of him, which was to block Bai Yelang's approaching.

Although he knew he was not the opponent of this "crazy man", Han Mo's personality was not a person who could just keep his hands on his hands. It was related to his life and he had to fight for it no matter what.

Bai Yelang just raised the broken flute lightly, and heard a "choking" sound. The broken flute and the big knife hit each other, splashing a spark.

The sword that Han Mo swung at least used 80% of the force, which was full of force. Who knew that after hitting the broken flute, it was blocked. Moreover, Han Mo's tiger's mouth was slightly numb and felt a little sore. He couldn't help but be shocked, at least it showed that the madman's strength was no weaker than that of himself who had practiced the "Eternal Life Sutra".

Bai Yelang looked thin, but unexpectedly his strength was so strong.

Han Mo lifted the knife and wanted to retreat. Bai Yelang's broken flute had already swept along the blade. With a slight lift, he ticked it to Han Mo's wrist.

"Good means!" The other party's movements were casual and he was light, and Han Mo couldn't help but disapprove. Seeing the broken flute, he was about to point it on his wrist. Han Mo's right hand, which had not held the knife, had become a palm knife, and poked it straight towards Bai Yelang's chest.

However, the palm knife had not yet approached Bai Yelang's chest, and the broken flute had already been pressed on Han Mo's throat, which was extremely cold. Han Mo only realized at this time that the broken flute was actually made of steel, not an ordinary bamboo flute.

The steel flute can also play such a magical and pleasant song. Bai Yelang is really a master of the song.

"Why do you have to make things difficult for me?" Han Mo threw down the knife in his hand and smiled faintly, "Speak well if you have something to do." A hero does not suffer any loss in front of him. This crazy man acts differently, so it is better not to force him.

Bai Yelang's strange eyes shone with strange light. He approached Han Mo and asked, "How did you resist "Dream in the Sorrow"? What was your weird martial arts just now? Can you teach me?"

Han Mo tried his best to remain calm and said with a smile: "Do you like to use a flute to push others' throats before learning from others?" He was actually shocked. Bai Yelang was clearly pointing his wrist just now, but in a blink of an eye, he turned to his throat. The speed and skillful technique were really amazing.

There is no doubt that Han Mo's martial arts are much worse than Bai Yelang's.

Han Mo was really curious about this weird Bai Yelang. This person has a weird temperament, but his martial arts skills are very high. He has extremely strong martial arts, but he also wants to learn fighting skills from himself. There are weirdness everywhere. He said that he is a madman, but he is afraid that he is true, at least his mind is quite abnormal. However, such a person always has his origin. What is his origin?

When Bai Yelang heard Han Mo say this, he put away the flute happily and said, "Did you promise to teach me?"

Han Mo said lightly: "People in martial arts should respect martial arts. You have also seen that this is a prison, a prison. Do you think talking about martial arts in such a place is not a blasphemy of martial arts?"

Bai Yelang blinked his eyes, reached out and touched his head, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he said, "Okay, I'll go find you, you have to teach me!" He looked around and said, "It's not fun here anymore, go to another place!" Without saying much, he put away the broken flute, walked out gracefully, and chanted while walking, "How much sorrow is there in everything? All things are gone. Those who are good at losing their excellence, and those who are poor forget their poverty. Don't ask when they wake up from their dreams, they want to enjoy themselves in their dreams! What is life? A dream is empty... it's all dreams, it's all dreams..."

Han Mo was very surprised when he saw him leaving and then, and he was even more confused when he heard him recite this very meaningful poem.

He looks sometimes smart, sometimes crazy, sometimes gentle, sometimes cold and ruthless, just like there are two completely different personalities in his body.

Is it "schizophrenia"? That's a neurotic patient.

...

Before she could think about how Bai Yelang turned around and found herself, Han Mo ran to Shuang'er and saw her clear eyes blankly, two lines of clear tears rolling down her cheeks, with a sad look on her face, and her delicate body trembled slightly. She couldn't help holding her hand and said softly: "Shuang'er, Shuang'er, what's wrong with you?"

Shuang'er was awakened by Han Mo's voice, but her face was still filled with sadness, and even a hint of anger: "It's her, that woman is a bad person, she killed... she killed...!"

"What did you kill?" Han Mo held Shuang'er's hand and asked softly: "Which woman?"

Shuang'er looked up at Han Mo. Her eyes with rain finally shone brightly. She put her forehead close to Han Mo's chest and sobbed: "I had a nightmare, so scared..."

With his delicate body trembling, Han Mo couldn't help but hold Shuang'er's shoulder and said softly: "It's okay, Shuang'er is not afraid. Brother Han Mo is here, so you don't have to be afraid of anything!"

He only felt that this elf-like girl had a lot of sad things in her heart and a strong desire to protect her.

Shuang'er gradually stopped trembling in Han Mo's warm arms, calmed down, raised her head and smiled: "I...I'm fine...Thank you, Han Mo...Brother Mo...I'll call you Brother Mo in the future, okay?"

Han Mo smiled and nodded, "Of course!" He glanced at Liu Qingyuan's room beside him in a daze, so he let go of his hand, went to Liu Qingyuan's ear and shouted, "Sir, wake up!"

Liu Qingyuan was also awakened immediately, patted his chest, then touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and said in lingering fear: "I'm scared to death. I dreamed that someone killed me... Huh, why did I dream? This... Huh, Director Han, what's going on?" Looking at the prisoners around and the prisoners lying on the ground, Liu Qingyuan was extremely shocked.

Han Mo said to Shuang'er: "Shuang'er, call in their ears, you can wake them up." Then he said to Liu Qingyuan: "Sir, let me talk!"

Liu Qingyuan was extremely confused, but since Han Mo said this, it naturally made sense. As long as he walked to a secluded place, Han Mo asked straight to the point: "Sir, do you know who that lunatic is?"

Liu Qingyuan suddenly remembered and whispered: "That's right, where did that madman go? Why was the prison door broken? Director Han, what happened?"

"Sir, you guessed what you said before." Han Mo shook his head and sighed: "That madman is really a spy from the enemy country!"

"What?" Liu Qingyuan opened his mouth wide, unable to believe it.

"And that spy is very capable. He played the flute, which was actually a ecstasy, which made everyone fascinated and fell into a nightmare." Han Mo whispered: "Fortunately, Han Mo had practiced Kung Fu and resisted the ecstasy, so he fought with him. He wanted to kill everyone, so I couldn't let him succeed. Now he has escaped and is missing."

Liu Qingyuan was stunned and came back to his senses for a long time: "This...you have to go to the East Flower Hall to report...!"

Han Mo waved his hand and said, "Sir, don't do this. Sir, just imagine that if the enemy spies escaped from the Yanjing Prison, if the court knew, the adult might not be responsible. It is because of this that I asked the adults to come here to speak. This matter is known to heaven and earth, you and I know, and not for outsiders, no one except you and me knows that there are spies from the enemy spies escaped from your prison... Of course, if the adults want to report to the East Flower Hall, Han Mo would have nothing to say!"

Liu Qingyuan immediately understood the key points, and immediately felt grateful, and said to Han Mo with fists: "Brother Han, you are really Lao Liu's benefactor. This kind of kindness and virtue, Lao Liu will never forget it. But there is something useful in the future. Just talk... what's going on today...!"

"Don't worry, sir, nothing happened today!" Han Mo said with a smile.

"Thank you!" Liu Qingyuan said gratefully.

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