Chapter: 3840

There are eight strange paintings on the wall.

Some are like mountains, some are like lakes.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Han was stunned.

"Sinan is actually trying to study spiritual warfare."

"Don't the Shadow Clan here have no inheritance of spiritual warfare?"

It seems like it should be.

Spiritual warfare can also be understood as spiritual warfare.

The holy martial arts of the shadow tribe, but pure martial arts, the fighting power of the middle and low-level tribesmen is not very high, some ancestors of the shadow tribe tried to find a way to comprehend some spiritual warfare.

The so-called spiritual warfare is to cultivate some spiritual power to enhance their martial arts secret skills and make up for the strength of their middle-level warriors.

Zhang Han has also seen several sets of spiritual warfare, which are specially used to assist the Shadow Clan.

Unexpectedly, Sinan, the city lord, would also try to comprehend these things, but with his strength, it was difficult to comprehend. Maybe it's okay to realize three or two small moves, but a set of mental warfare is impossible.

It was also because of the difficulty that Sinan felt that this was the second way to return to the king's realm.

As long as you realize something, it is a great achievement, but why is this thing so difficult.

After so many years of comprehension, there is no progress, and I am also drunk.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Han's eyes flickered suddenly, and he had some thoughts in his heart.

Afterwards, they cleaned up honestly, and the group returned to their residence.

Haven't rested for half an hour.

Management came again, sullenly:

"Mair, Maier, I asked you to clean up such an important place, why did you still miss it?"

"I've already given you a chance, but you didn't cherish it."

The manager sneered:

"Just now, I told Lord Moss about this matter. We also believe that you are no longer qualified for the position of captain. We ordered you to go to the east gate the next day and guard the east garden."

As soon as this remark came out, the faces of some of Maier's subordinates changed drastically.

I didn't expect the manager to be so ruthless. Going to guard the East Garden is equivalent to a job for the elderly, and in the secular world it is a shift job.

No matter how you say it, Maier is relatively young, and he was sent to Dongyuan Garden...that is, he was severely suppressed.

But none of them expected that Maier would actually chuckle when faced with the news:

"It doesn't matter."

"What did you say?"

The management stared and felt a little dizzy.

As if punched in the air, it was extremely uncomfortable, and his face became more gloomy, and he snorted coldly: