Xing Tian floated over, poked two long white beards, and smiled happily; "Yes, the little devil has this kind of determination, why don't worry about stepping on the peak of the strong. The future hard work will be more difficult, and you have to be prepared for yourself.

Qiao Yun wiped the sweat on his face and grinned, "Teacher, the road of practice is full of thorns and bumps. If you can't stand this pain, what qualifications do you dream of stepping on the peak of the strong?"

"Little devil, how dare you learn from a teacher? Do you want to be beaten..." Xing Tian laughed and scolded.

Qiao Yun giggled and said, "Teacher, what should I practice next?"

Xing Tian pondered for a while before saying, "Next, you are going to use your hands to stir-fry three hundred degrees of hot sand..."

The flame was burning, and the cauldron was full of sand, and the heat hit his face. Qiao Yun's sweat dripped into the sand in the pot, and immediately let out a snoring sound, and a wisp of smoke came out.

Qiao Yun was shocked and spit and asked, "Teacher, now I'm going to fry sand?"

Xing Tian smiled jokingly and said, "If you want your hands to be disabled, just go down and fry iron sand with your bare hands. After the high temperature of 300 degrees, I just roasted the two palms and just took them to the teacher as a dish--" Qiao Yun wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said with a wry smile, "Teacher, don't sell in front of your apprentice. How on earth should you practice?"

"Little devil, no big or small." Xing Tian laughed and scolded him, shaking his right hand, and a pair of shiny blue and black gloves suddenly appeared in his palm.

"Space ring." Qiao Yun was so shocked that his chin almost fell to the ground. The space ring is a rare treasure, and generally only the peak of the eighth-order strong can have it.

Xing Tian's eyes turned white, and a space ring made a fuss? Xing Tian looked at his apprentice with contemptuous eyes and said angrily, "A space ring scares you like this, a promising guy. The teacher doesn't know how many space rings to give others.

Qiao Yun almost fainted on the ground. There were so many treasures in this old man's hand.

Qiao Yunba licked his lower lip and said with a flattering smile, "Teacher, can you give the apprentice a space ring?"

Xing Tian hummed softly, "You are so weak now. If you give you the space ring, it will not have much effect, but it will cause you a lot of trouble."

Qiao Yun also understood Xing Tian's painstaking efforts. If he had a space ring now, he would be robbed by others before he was hot.

Xing Tian said slowly, "This pair of gloves seems to be made of black gold. The teacher calls them soft armor gloves, which can protect you from being scalded when stir-frying sand." After saying that, hand it to him.

Qiao Yun took over the soft armor gloves and carefully stroked them. The soft armor gloves were very thin as if they were only a layer of skin thick, but they were extremely smooth to touch.

Seeing Qiao Yun's love, Xing Tian said disdainfully, "A soft armored glove makes you so happy. If you get a good treasure, won't you even hold it when you sleep?"

Qiao Yun smiled and said, "Teacher, this soft armor glove is the best baby I have ever seen. It's normal to be happy."

This guy is short-sighted and easy to coax. Just give him a broken baby as a treasure. Xing Tian couldn't laugh or cry, and said disdainfully; "This kind of broken glove can only be regarded as a spiritual weapon at most. Compared with the treasures of divine soldiers, it is worthless. This kind of spiritual weapon is a large handful in heaven. If others hadn't cried and begged me to accept it, I would have been too lazy to take it.

"One catch is a big handful? Crying and begging you to accept it? Don't exaggerate so much--" Cold sweat rolled out of Qiao Yun's forehead. This is really a blow to people's lives. I don't know how many good babies the teacher has.

Qiao Yun squeezed out a flattering smile on his face and said, "Since the teacher has so many good treasures, I am your apprentice, at least you can give me a few magic soldiers' treasures, so as not to lose your old face in other people's eyes."

Xing Tian was astonished, and the little guy hit his own head with an idea and laughed and scolded, "Little ghost, your tone is not small. Unexpectedly, he asked the teacher for the treasure of the divine soldier. Forget it, forget it, I'll give you this soft armored glove, so as not to say that the teacher is mixed with you little devil.

"Thank you, teacher, thank you--" Qiao Yun was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.

After wearing soft armor gloves, Qiao Yun took a deep breath and put his hands into the hot iron sand. With a layer of protection on his hands, Qiao Yun's little hand still came from the pain of the cone heart. It seems that this soft armor glove can't complete the insulation.

Xing Tian laughed and said, "This soft armor glove can only temporarily protect your hands. When you have a high affinity for fire, you don't have to wear gloves to fry iron sand. At that time, you will not fail or be as embarrassed as yesterday.

"The affinity of fire?" Qiao Yun looked at the teacher blankly.

Xing Tian smiled and said, "That's right! Collapse of flames is the skill of fire attributes. Only when you have a good affinity for fire can you practice Collapse Flame. This skill is very strange, and the teacher only knows a little about it. As for what will happen in the future, the teacher doesn't know.

Two small hands kept stir-frying the hot iron sand. Just now, Qiao Yun was very relaxed. Later, Xing Tian strictly asked him to stir up as fast as he could.

At the strict request of the teacher, Qiao Yun's two small hands have never stopped. They have become sore and numb, and even the hot pain is paralyzed. The sweat of the little face fell into the hot sand, and the sound of snorting sounded and turned into wisps of smoke.

After frying the iron sand, Qiao Yun began to cultivate his body. The cultivation of the body is also extremely important to determine the hardness and damage of his body.

Qiao Yun took off his half body, revealing his strong and white upper body.

Xing Tian's long-sleeved robe not far away waved, and the sand on the ground rushed to Qiao Yun like a fierce wave. Every small piece of sand has strong strength, and it all hits Qiao Yun.

The white upper body immediately appeared dense red marks. Qiao Yun's eyes were clenched in pain, and his little face was ferocious and red.

Xing Tian did not feel sorry for him. The long-sleeved robe waved again, and a sand wave hit him.

"Ah--" Qiao Yun's body immediately appeared a dense wound hole, and blood flowed out.

The sarcastic faces echoed in his head. Qiao Yun immediately became firm. In any case, he could not give up or humiliate his father. When recruiting students in Douluo College next year, he must fight for his father and himself.

Qiao Yun forcibly suppressed the pain, with a resolute look on his little face and said, "Teacher, I'm coming--"

Seeing the disciple's unyielding appearance, Xing Tian was also shocked. The childish man's heart was strong, and he sighed that he was mediocre.