"Master, are you serious?"

Chen Qingyang asked weakly.

"This sweeping monk is not a simple character. ”

Su Cheng said lightly: "I think back then, I fought with him as a teacher, and it was just a narrow victory. ”

Hear out.

Chen Qingyang only felt crying and laughing, thinking that he was really a cheap master, and he could be so bored that he could compete with others!

However, out of curiosity, he couldn't help but ask: "Master, how many times did you all fight at the beginning?"

"He hit eighteen. ”

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and Su Cheng said quite proudly: "As a teacher, that time I played abnormally, and I only played one hundred and eighteen!"

"Uh-huh???"

Chen Qingyang was stunned for a moment, and couldn't figure out how his master could fight one hundred and eighteen water drifts.

To know.

The highest record in his life is only about a dozen!

"Don't make such a fuss, you haven't seen the world as it is. ”

Stretching his waist, Su Cheng said leisurely: "I have studied for the teacher for many years, and my attainments are so high that ordinary people can imagine......"

Just after boasting about himself.

Su Cheng took Chen Qingyang, crossed the halls of Guangming Temple all the way, and went straight to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The monks who protected the temple seemed to know Su Cheng, and none of them stopped them, allowing Su Cheng to set foot on the important place of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Lao Hong. ”

Pushing open the door of the pavilion, Su Chengyou shouted casually: "The old man has come to see you!"

"Look at me, do you think the old man will believe your nonsense?"

Not far away, an old monk who was sweeping the floor immediately said very calmly: "You just say it, what is the matter with finding the old man!"

"Do you remember when you lost to me?"

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Su Cheng was not polite, and replied especially dryly: "According to the gambling contract, I can ask you for something!"

"Are you embarrassed to mention this?"

The sweeping monk was not calm for a moment, pouted and said: "You shameless, use a spell to fight the water......"

"I won anyway!"

Holding his hands on his chest, Su Cheng said with a smug face: "I am willing to gamble and admit defeat!" This time, you will obediently take out your little golden man and practice the golden bell jar for my apprentice!"

"Your apprentice?"

The sweeping monk was slightly stunned, and then moved his gaze to Chen Qingyang.

After looking up and down for a while, the sweeping monk nodded: "Your apprentice, it seems, is stronger than that Han Shaojie!"

"Of course!"

Su Cheng followed and said, "Okay, don't ink, hurry up and take the little golden figure out!"

"Let's talk about it first, this is not a gambling loss from Lao Ke, but a meeting gift from Lao Ke to your apprentice!"

As he spoke, the sweeping monk threw away the broom in his hand and slowly took out a golden humanoid statue from the sackclothed monk's robe.

And then.

Without the slightest hesitation, the sweeping monk directly threw this little golden man into Chen Qingyang's palm.

"This is the last golden man!"

The sweeping monk lifted the broom again, and said as he swept: "Little guy, you can take it to cultivate in good life!"

After speaking, the sweeping monk went to the depths of the scripture pavilion alone.

It seems that he is too lazy to communicate more with Su Cheng.

"With this thing, your golden bell jar can be made quickly!"

patted Chen Qingyang on the shoulder, and Su Cheng immediately said: "Let's go, go down with the teacher, and find the eighteen bronze people of the Guangming Temple!"

"Ah, master, what are you doing with the eighteen bronze figures of Guangming Temple? Also, how do you use this little golden figure in my hand?"

At this moment, Chen Qingyang is naturally 10,000 question marks in his heart.

"You'll find out when you go!"

............

That's it.

Soon, Chen Qingyang was pulled by Su Cheng to a secret hall of the Guangming Temple.

There was nothing here.

Some are just eighteen out-of-the-box peak martial artists holding copper sticks and coating their bodies with copper paint!

It is the famous Eighteen Bronze Men of Guangming Temple!

According to Su Cheng's instructions, Chen Qingyang had swallowed the little golden man into his stomach before entering this secret hall.

And in the next moment.

Chen Qingyang felt that there were countless words and pictures constantly turning over in his mind.

"I see......"

As these words and pictures continue to be imprinted in Chen Qingyang's memory, Chen Qingyang quickly understands what they are.

All the cultivation methods of the first seven layers of the Golden Bell Jar!

"There are twelve layers of golden bell jars, that is to say, the little golden man I got is still missing five layers?"

Chen Qingyang said to himself: "But it doesn't matter, anyway, I won't be able to master such a high level for a while." ”

"If you have the opportunity in the future, it's not too late to find the cultivation method of the last five layers!"

"Now, it's time to start cultivating the first layer!"

Come to think of it.

Chen Qingyang's eyes were slightly downcast, and he walked slowly towards the eighteen bronze figures of the Guangming Temple.

"Next, it's a great hard work!"

After a while, standing still, Chen Qingyang hugged his fist at the eighteen bronze men and saluted.

And then.

He closed his eyes and followed the cultivation method to activate the qi and blood in his body, pulling the energy of the little golden man to all parts of his body.

"Wow!"

The eighteen bronze men let out a deep cry in unison, followed by the copper stick in their hands and began to beat Chen Qingyang's body everywhere.

Bang! Bang!

............

Dense, like the sound of a rainstorm smashing down, immediately resounded through the secret hall.

Chen Qingyang just stood in the middle like this, his eyes closed, and let the eighteen bronze men beat every part of his body.

In the process, he has also been running the first layer of the Golden Bell Jar cultivation method, controlling the energy of the little golden man to flow to every corner of his body.

This is the quick way to achieve the first layer of the golden bell jar.

As long as the energy of that little golden figure can be completely absorbed, then Chen Qingyang can successfully practice to the first layer of the golden bell jar.

And the fastest way to absorb the energy of the little golden man is to find someone to beat his body in various ways!

The harder you hit, the faster you absorb!

So.

At this moment, Chen Qingyang was beaten by the eighteen bronze men in turn, which was an extremely efficient way of absorption.

Bang! Bang!

............

The sound of sticks striking always echoed in the secret hall.

It lasted for most of the hour!

At this moment, the eighteen bronze men of Guangming Temple are already on the verge of cramping their hands!

It can well be imagined.

In the past half an hour, how many times has Chen Qingyang been beaten!

"Finally, it's done!"

At this moment, Chen Qingyang's eyes suddenly opened.

The aura of the whole person has also become a little stronger than in the past.

Because.

Through the tempering just now, the little golden figure in his body has been completely absorbed by him.

The first layer of the golden bell jar has been successfully practiced!

Swish!

Realizing this, Chen Qingyang immediately couldn't wait to open his attribute panel-

Host: Chen Qingyang

Strength: 5.34 (non-upliftable)

Speed: 5.07 (non-upliftable)

Physique: 5.91 (non-upgradable)

Spirit: 4.26 (non-upliftable)

Qi and Blood: 4.31% (Mortal Level)

Martial arts: Chaoyang Pile (can be improved after practicing to the first layer)

Mighty Bear Skill (can be improved after practicing to the first layer)

Golden Bell Jar 1st Layer (+)

Available refining weights: 13 (Kill the Evil and increase the refining weight)

Ultimate goal: 10000000000 refinery