"Come here."
Samuel nodded and came to the front of the ten people. He looked at them and wondered what Liang Han meant.
"After absorbing such a large amount of energy, don't you think you should give it a try?" After Liang Han finished speaking, he looked at the water in the center.
Samuel looked at him, raised his hand to look at his hand, and nodded. Then, he mobilized his energy and suddenly punched toward the center of the water.
Honglong!!!
The spray exploded, 100 meters high!
Liang Han nodded, then looked at Samuel and said, "The arrow is a good one, but without a good bow, it's always a little boring, isn't it?"
Samuel understood what Liang Han was saying and nodded slightly. "You're right, senior."
"When the ten of us fought with you just now, we found that although your internal force is strong, it is divided into several groups. You can't completely twist it into a hemp rope, so your strength is naturally greatly reduced. This is one of the reasons."
"Although you have some very strange cultivation methods, it seems that each cultivation method is still in the growth stage. It can be used, but it is not fatal enough. This is the second."
"Am I right?"
Liang Han looked at Samuel with a smile.
Samuel nodded and did not deny it. "Senior, you are indeed a senior. You can feel my situation with just a few moves. I dare not hide anything from you. What you said is true."
Liang Han was very satisfied with Samuel's honesty. He looked back at the other nine people and saw them nod. Liang Han turned around and looked at Samuel. "We can give you some good bows."
As soon as they finished speaking, the ten of them chuckled.
Hearing this, Samuel was stunned at first, and then he was happy. "Senior, you..."
"What's wrong? Samuel? Do you dislike us old bastards for having no real skills?"
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