Chapter 6 Meteor Rain
To control the body method, you only need to have a sensitive body and persistent exercise. The hidden law is to control the breath and use the surrounding environmental factors, and the life attack method is the most difficult to control. This is the most deadly attack method created according to the animal's body. Even a giant will invade the body and lead to extinction. This is the magic of the life attack method, which achieves the greatest effect with the least force.
This is a bit similar to a killer identifying other people's acupuncture points to kill the enemy, but this fate attack is more profound than that. It uses not only acupuncture points, but also bones, veins and so on. But Huang Feng came to the house in just half a month, which was not surprising.
The tiger is being killed because it was broken by a fragile neck bone.
"It's the third head." Huang Feng nodded with satisfaction. He just met the first tiger 15 days ago. He was afraid and lacked the courage to go forward. Even if there are nine tigers, the dumplings in the teapot can't be poured out.
At that time, he was scolded by the snake and warned him, "Fear is the viper that stares at you at that moment. Once you show a flaw, it will not hesitate to launch a deadly attack. Heaven's practice is as cruel as a sword and thousands of corpses. If you can't even overcome this most basic fear, you can go back to be a cow, a horse and a slave for a lifetime. Your father's hatred won't turn around for the rest of his life.
These words are like enlightenment, making Huang Feng's heart burn like a flame, summoning up courage, calming his mind, passing through what he has learned, and kill the tiger. Five days ago, I had some experience when killing the second tiger, and I lost a lot of hard work. And this third tiger is even cleaner. This growth rate has to be said to make people look forward to it.
Huang Yan cooked meat porridge and sat on a simple chair to meditate. Suddenly, a figure appeared not far away, carrying a huge tiger, with a calm and powerful pace. He shouted from afar, "Dad, do you think this tiger is strong enough?"
Huang Yan is not surprised by this. Liehu is valuable on the market, and it has been sold for ordinary people for half a year.
"Crouching Tiger Mountain is not a place where ordinary people can go. There used to be two young masters with you, but now you are alone, in case of any accident..." Huang Yan said earnestly.
"Dad, don't worry, I'm measured. You don't have to go to the casting workshop in the future. Leave everything to me. Huang Feng smiled brightly and was full of sunshine and confidence. Huang Yan was stunned, nodded with relief, and even said that Huang Feng had been clever since he was a child and had never let him down. And his body really can't be too tired.
"You must be careful of Xu Xiang. He will definitely not give up." Huang Yan reminded.
Huang Feng repeatedly reassured him and reminded him to get rid of the tiger and walk to the casting workshop in thin clothes. After the rebirth fairy liquid changed his physique, he could not feel the cold at all in the ice and snow, and a hot current flowed through his body to expel the cold air.
"After the child recovered from his injury, he felt like he had changed a lot..." Huang Yan nodded slightly, and he was happy to see this change.
The cold wind roared and occasionally rolled up some ice crumbs, adding a bit of desolation to this cold winter. Huang Feng ran like an arrow on the ice and snow, his long hair fluttered, and his body became warmer and warmer. In this cold winter, a trace of sweat slipped from his forehead.
Soon came to the casting workshop, spit out a mouthful of turbid gas, and turned into white fog flying. The sound of thousands of iron strikes came at the same time, composing a magnificent song, which shocked people.
Huang Feng walked in and immediately a heat wave hit him. Many people stopped their movements and looked at him strangely.
After being fatally injured, no one would have thought that he would recover in less than a month, and he still had the courage to come back here. Isn't he afraid of more serious retaliation?
"I'm still too young and frivolous to understand practice..."
"Well, if you want to die, can others save him?"
When all kinds of comments came, Huang Feng didn't hear it. He smiled at his father's old worker, went straight to his furnace and took out the extraterratic meteorite iron condensed into iron. This is the meteorite that wrapped the snake, which was left here last time. Fortunately, these people didn't know that this was meteorite. They thought it was an ordinary iron block and didn't care.
"This meteorite comes from outside the region, and it is valuable even among practitioners. It's a waste for you to use this level today." The snake road.
Huang Feng shrugged his shoulders and put away the meteorite iron. He has no intention of making weapons with meteorite iron at all. Put some ordinary refinery materials into the furnace. As the temperature rises, these materials quickly melt, inject them into the mold, and take them out after cooling to form a sword embryo. All this is smooth, clean and neat, and seems to be experienced.
"Huang Yan taught him well. You don't have to worry about the lack of weapons every month."
Huang Feng picked up the heavy hammer and beat the red embryo again.
"Meteor Falling Rain" pays attention to the unity of spirit and spirit. Remember, when the casting machine, the world around you does not exist, and there is only this embryo left in your eyes and even your soul. It is your child and your life. The snake's eyes were burning.
"The general direction of "Meteor Falling Rain" is the same as my Huang Jiazu Xun. The casting is not just a hammer, but also made with its own soul." Huang Feng knocked again and again, and the sound waves were shocking. Sometimes it is as fierce as a mountain torrent, sometimes like a waterfall falling from nine days, and sometimes it taps gently, as if touching a lover's cheek.
The rhythm with a strong sense of rhythm actually overshadowed the sound of dozens of people beating iron around. People involuntarily put down their work and looked at Huang Feng. What's more, he came directly to watch and was surprised. After building weapons all my life, I never knew that the sound of iron impact could be so beautiful.
"This rhythm is more beautiful than the sound of the piano. I seem to see the mountains and sea, the boundless starry sky, meteors passing by, and drops of raindrops. Who has such a casting genius?" In front of the casting workshop, I don't know when a group of well-dressed people came.
A 50-year-old man in the middle, with snow-white temples, magnificent, heroic and extraordinary, with a face of kindness and seven points of majesty, and a momentum of not anger and self-righteousness arose spontaneously. This man is the existence of the eight-fold realm, the owner of the casting sword mountain villa, Nangong Xiong.
He was accompanied by the young master Nangong, the second young master Nangong Feng and the general manager of the casting workshop.
Nangong wind sword eyebrows and star eyes, with a straight posture, with the posture of a human dragon, and an elegant style. This kind of person stands out from the group of chickens wherever he walks, and can be distinguished at a glance. At this time, he was also looking at him to see who had such ability.