Chapter 268 Refining Body
Second update...
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Dingdang! Ding...dang!
Ye Jun** put on his upper body, revealing his strong chest, and his muscles were roasted red by the burning fire. A sledgehammer swung fast in Ye Jun's hand, but it was very rhythmic. His legs bowed back and forth, his waist was tight, and he tilted slightly forward.
Dingdang! Ding...Dang Ding! The hammer head fell on the red-hot iron block like rain, Dang! The iron block was hit on the edge with a hammer and cleverly turned over a side.
Dingdangdangdang! The smooth and familiar action is like flowing clouds, which is pleasing to the eyes. The old man bit the pipe and sucked it one by one.
Ye Jun has been hitting this piece of iron for a day and a night. The old man said, "Good iron is tempered. The less impurities, the better!"
So Ye Jun pounded his son for a day and a night. He didn't feel tired, but felt more and more interesting. Ye Jun smiled bitterly: "Am I really the life of the hammer?"
"Well, all right! Quenching!" The old man shouted. Ye Jun put a force on his waist, and the hammer scratched a half arc, Ding! Just hit a corner of the iron block, and the iron block bounced up and flipped and fell into the sink beside it.
Zi!
A mass of clear smoke came out. Ye Jun's hands were quick-eyed. Before the iron block completely sank to the bottom of the water, my iron tweezers quickly poked out one by one. The iron block lightly fell on the cutting board, and the hammer head fell like raindrops. Each side was knocked 360 times, and Ye Jun was relieved and stopped.
Old man Guan put away the cigarette rod and came over, picked up the fine iron, and rubbed it carefully. Ye Junzhu held the hammer and looked at the old man Guan a little nervously.
Old man Guan's turbid eyes flashed a strange light and muttered, "How can it be? It's incredible! There is no iron essence with a trace of impurities!"
As soon as Ye Jun heard this, he immediately became a little complacent. It seemed that the young master did not have the talent of alchemy, and the talent of hitting iron was excellent.
The old man glanced at Ye Jun and shouted blankly, "No! Hit it again!" Ye Jun was stunned, wiped his sweat and asked unconvincedly, "Why do you want to make a new one? Isn't there a trace of impurities in this iron spirit?"
The old man pointed to a corner of the iron and said, "This corner is a little collapsed, which means that you are not proficient in hammering! Fight again!"
Damn it! Ye Jun almost fainted. The old man was absolutely intentional. There was nothing he could do. Who told him to be a master now? Ye Jun picked up another piece of raw iron with one foot and slapped his right palm, Peng! A fire dragon spewed out. Ye Jun thought that the stove was too slow, so he simply used the fire dragon skill.
The old man nodded slightly, returned to his original place, sat down and continued to smoke. He said to himself, "The iron spirit that this boy made has no impurities, which may be related to the fire he spewed out."
It really made the old man guess that a small amount of biomass in Ye Jun's body overflowed with spiritual power. This vitality happened to have a strong reduction, which actually purified all the impurities in the iron. Ye Jun himself did not know it.
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The silver-white waterfall hit from a hundred feet away and poured into the pool at the foot of the mountain, making a thunderous roar, and the pool water turned into a river winding out of the valley. In the mist, a group of strong men in cow-nosed shorts were standing firmly under the waterfall, motionless. The number of people in this group is about 500, which is the elimination of the remaining elites among more than 4,000 people after three months of training.
At this time, these people stubbornly raised their heads to face the impact of the waterfall. The strong impact can be imagined, but these people don't care at all, and there is a faint black light all over their bodies. This is Ye Jun's surprise. These disciples who practice the method of refining the body are progressing much faster than those of disciples with spiritual roots practicing true skills. In three months, they have reached the "black iron" mirror world described by the refining method. Their bodies are as hard as black iron. This group of selected elites are even more powerful and can destroy a piece of watermelon with one punch. Several of the big stones have reached the "brass" level.
"Haha! Sons, I succeeded!" A man with "breast hair" came out of the end of the waterfall and stood on a reef on the cliff and waved his hand down.
The five hundred disciples at the bottom of the cliff cheered, and then a hundred people grabbed the mountain wall and climbed up against the waterfall at the same time. Their hands and five fingers were deeply inserted into the cliff and slowly climbed up. Occasionally, one or two people fell down and hit the pool heavily, and then they were like people who were fine. Continue to climb again.
"Come on, you guys, although we don't have the talent to become immortals, we won't lose to Zhang Chu and others. Let's fight for me and show our ability to let the leader have a look! Haha, hurry up! There are only a few of you left!" The murderous wind danced and shouted, and the sound covered the rumble of the waterfall.
The remaining three disciples looked very young, about fifteen or sixteen years old. Finally, two of them reached the source of the waterfall. They shouted excitedly and turned around and shouted, "Little stone, come on! It's just you!"
The teenager named Little Stone leaned his body out of the waterfall, took a deep breath, and then put his body close to the mountain wall and moved up with difficulty.
Suddenly, his left hand slipped and did not insert into the rock. His body was rushed by the waterfall, and his whole body fell down quickly.
"Ah!"
"Little stone!" Everyone exclaimed. The height of the small stone falling down was at least 80 feet, and even the body of the "black iron" realm could not bear it.
Seeing that Xiaoshi was about to fall to pieces, a human-shaped electric flash came. As soon as he reached out, he easily lifted the small stone, raised his body, flew up to the sky, and in an instant, he arrived in front of the killing wind and others.
I saw this man stepping on a silver gun, his hair was messy, like a bird's nest, wearing a beast skin short fight, and his face was like a knife, but he looked very cold and didn't laugh at all. His temperament was a little similar to that of Shangyi.
The man gently put down the little stone, nodded, and asked faintly, "Which school are you from?" The skills of cultivation are really strange!"
The other party saved his own person, and Killing Feng naturally did not answer: "Thank you for saving this brother. We are all disciples of the Xiaoyao School! My name is Kill Wind. I don't know what to call my brother?
The man muttered, "Xiaoyao School..." Then he looked up and said lightly, "I don't know what my name is. Maybe you can call me Ma Xiaolong"
Killing Fengba blinked the bull's eye. Is there something wrong with this person's brain? The man glanced at the thing, and the silver gun turned around and left.
Only then did the killing wind realize that his cow-nosed shorts had been washed away. He covered it and stepped down and shouted, "Brother, our Xiaoyao faction is on Haoxuefeng. The leader is Ye Jun, who is famous all over the world... Er!"
Before the killing wind finished speaking, the man had already shot back like an arrow. He stared at the killing wind and asked urgently, "What are you talking about? Ye Jun? Is it Ye Jun, a disciple of Yanhun Hall?
Killing Feng curled his lips and said, "That was the past. Now it is the head of our Xiaoyao School. Some time ago, he cleaned up the old man Fanbai in the Yanhun Hall, and the old man didn't dare to fart..."
Where is Hao Xuefeng? Take me there!" The man interrupted the murderous wind. Killing Feng looked at him suspiciously. At this time, the careless mallet was long-eyed and asked tentatively, "Do you know our leader? But I haven't heard of the leader mentioning the man named Ma Xiaolong!"
The man's stiff face twitched and said to himself, "Why do you mention me to a big man for no reason?" He said lightly, "I'm his friend!"
Killing wind saw that the man's expression should not be fake. What's more, if he is the enemy, won't he die? The leader's magic power was not afraid of anyone, so he patted his chest and said, "Since you are a friend, come with me. Our Hao Xuefeng is 300 miles away from here!"
Ma Xiaolong frowned. Three hundred miles is not far for him, but for this group of guys who don't have any spiritual power, they don't know whether they can walk in two days.
As soon as the killing wind saw Ma Xiaolong's expression, he guessed a little bit and said with a smile, "Don't worry, it won't take you for long. It will take half a day!"
"Half a day?" Ma Xiaolong's pupils shrank, looked at the group of muscle men carefully, and then looked at the coaxing appearance of the killing cow. It didn't seem to be fake.
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PS: The next big seal is pushed!