"The power of the first form of the Golden Lotus should be more than that."

Wang Feng didn't look at the little bird again, but just thought, "I don't have a soul ring yet, if I have a soul ring, the first form of the golden lotus should be derived from other abilities." ”

In other words, it's just the ability that the golden lotus itself carries.

And after having the soul ring, Jin Lian's other abilities will be unlocked.

That is, the real soul skill!

"It's really strong..."

Wang Feng felt the mysterious Qinglian Martial Spirit in his body.

The Golden Lotus in its first form alone has such a terrifying recovery ability!

If you reach a higher realm, second, third, fourth form, etc., I don't know what kind of ability you will have?

Wang Feng couldn't imagine it.

He walked towards the small lake in the distance, wanting to take a cold shower and calm his hot heart before exercising!

However, Wang Feng didn't know.

Soon after he left.

The bird chirped excitedly, and its wings swung out towards a thumb-sized branch.

Phew, a flash of light!

Branch, broken in two!

If Wang Feng was here, I am afraid that his jaw would fall in shock!

Even though the branch is very small, it can be cut in two with just wings......

This is no ordinary bird anymore!

But... Soul Beast!

This ordinary bird has evolved into a real soul beast!

Moreover, it's not an ordinary soul beast!

She's got her wits open!

Watching Wang Feng leave, the little bird stood on the branch, blinking, and didn't look away for a long time.

For the first time, Wang Feng accidentally used all the power of the first form of the Golden Lotus, which was far beyond Wang Feng's own imagination!

Not only does it restore healing, but it can also give it the ability to cultivate, as well as ignite spiritual wisdom!

Wang Feng walked to a small lake, took off his shirt, jumped into the dragon gate.

"It may take a while for the soul ring, after all, hunting soul beasts is not easy."

Wang Feng swam flexibly like a beautiful boy fish in the water, but his mind kept thinking.

Wang Feng knows that his current physical fitness and defense are very strong. An ordinary knife may not be able to hurt yourself.

There is also stamina, which is so strong that Wang Feng's scalp is numb.

But others, such as speed, strength, agility, etc., are probably more than twice as large as that of an adult man.

Compared to the special forces in the previous life, it is slightly stronger. That's why I can crush Xiao San'er.

But compared to those really top soldier kings and the like, there is still a big gap.

And in the Douluo Continent, if you want to hunt soul beasts, this bit of strength is not enough.

The first form of the Golden Lotus has no lethality, which means that before the early twenty levels, he may only be able to rely on hand-to-hand combat?

And in the absence of a clue, it is also a little unrealistic to comprehend the mysterious humanoid martial spirit.

While thinking, Wang Feng swam ten laps towards the small lake, and then walked ashore.

Started normal exercise.

First, I ran ten laps around the grove, and then I moved to the branches, practicing flexibility, going from one point to another without breaking a branch.

Then there's the obstacle course in the woods!

In the past month, Wang Feng has set up more than a dozen obstacles for exercising in this small forest, large and small!

Some are ground traps, some are oncoming stones, and some are obstacle traps made with various farm tools and sharp tools.

It surrounds the grove and is laid out in a winding course.

It's terrifying!

Even if any special forces in the previous life entered this obstacle and ran to the back, I am afraid that they would be covered in injuries!

But Wang Feng was indeed like a stroll, shuttling through it, unscathed.

The tempering of this reaction is also the key to being able to take over the stone of Xiao San before.

Then Wang Feng began to carry a leveled tree trunk on his back, which was four or five meters long, and began various trainings.

This trunk is at least hundreds of pounds, and weight training brings a huge load, and it is not easy to control.

However, in Wang Feng's body, he was fixed.

Frog jumps, push-ups, dumbbell lifts, weighted runs, lake lifts, and essential squats!

Anyway, Wang Feng could think of the exercises in his previous life, and he tried them one by one.

But as your physical fitness increases, it is difficult to reach your physical limits.

The main thing is physical strength, it's too strong.

Sometimes I do it for most of the day, and I don't get too tired.

The transformation brought by Meteor Tears is the strongest in terms of defense and endurance.

It could also be because of the direction of your workout.

"Gotta strength..."

Wang Feng pondered, "We still need to strengthen the weight. It's best to be bound all over... Long hours of weight training... Eat, drink, and sleep without taking it off. ”

"That's right... And the messy mantle hammer. ”

Thinking of this, Wang Feng's body was shocked.

Mess with the cloak hammer, even if you don't need Tang Hao's teaching.

He has read the original book and naturally knows it.

The most powerful part of this hammer method is to use the force, use the rebound force of a full blow, knock down, change the posture, and bring this rebound force into play again, so that the power of each hammer gradually competes.

To be honest, it's a bit unscientific.

Like a special perpetual motion machine, theoretically, a hammer can be infinitely stronger than a hammer!

It's just that the further back you go, the greater the consumption, and the more terrifying the power you play!

With Tang Hao's strength as Title Douluo, it seems that he can only swing a ninety-nine eighty-one hammer?

But the power of the eighty-one hammer is increasing geometrically. One can imagine how perverted it was in the end...

However, if he wanted Tang Hao to teach himself this kind of unique learning, Wang Feng thought about it and forgot it.

That little third was only after awakening the second Haotian Hammer Martial Soul that Tang Hao reluctantly handed over this mastery to Tang San.

This is how his own son taught.

Not to mention yourself.

"But, can I try it myself?" Wang Feng's eyes lit up.

You just need to practice in this direction, right?

With the help of force, a hammer is stronger than a hammer...

We are also traversers, our vision is insightful, and we have been transformed by meteor tears, why can't we be self-taught?

With the help of this skill, it has long been rotten on the street in China.

Co-authored, he Tang Hao can create this hammer method.

Can't I, Wang Feng? Why do you have to learn his mantle hammer technique?

It's nothing if I'm a salted fish. But I have a golden finger, why can't I try it?

Finding the direction, Wang Feng shook the trunk of the tree and jumped up excitedly.

Then he went to Tang Hao's blacksmith shop and borrowed a hammer.

"Wait a minute, Uncle Hao, do you have that kind of relatively large raw iron here?"

When he came to Tang Hao's blacksmith shop, he could still see Tang San beating on the original iron.

Tang Hao, on the side, looked at it and seemed to be pointing.

Old Jack is estimated to have finished talking to Tang Hao.

After Tang Hao learned that his son also owned the Haotian Hammer, he handed over the foundation of the Cloak Hammer Method to Tang San.

Wang Feng glanced at Tang San and probably knew that Tang San should have learned.

"Big Haratsu, how big do you want it?"

Tang Hao glanced at Wang Feng.

"About a hundred pounds?"

Wang Feng asked, "It's better to have a few more." ”

Wang Feng wanted to use these raw irons to create a refined load-bearing protective gear by himself.

One hundred catties of raw iron, after quenching, how can there be sixty or seventy catties?

Make it into protective gear and wear it on your body for training, and it should be used for a lot of consumption.

"Yes."

Tang Hao took out a few pieces of raw iron, "You kid, what are you doing with these?" ”

"Hehe, you'll know then."

Wang Feng took two pieces of raw iron, which weighed more than 100 catties, picked up the hammer, and ran away as soon as the wind struck.

"Brother Feng should want to exercise himself... However, it is so heavy that it is not good to exercise when placed on the body. And he doesn't know how to strike iron. ”

Tang San watched Wang Feng leave and couldn't help but be curious.

Tang Hao on the side glanced at his son, and said in his heart, Feng Boy really doesn't know how to strike iron.

But he's so much better than you...

Directly with an iron hammer, a small piece of raw iron can be hammered into raw iron with all its might.

"Brother Feng still has to fight with that Master Su Yuntao, it's only been three months, I really don't know what he thinks."

Tang San said with a smile again.

"Oh?"

Tang Hao was stunned, "This Su Yuntao, listen to you, isn't it a twenty-sixth-level Battle Soul Master?" He's a six-year-old kid, and he still wants to fight a War Spirit Master? ”

"yes, so I think it's a little incredible..."

Tang San said in his heart, if he forged the secret weapon, he might have a chance to fight Su Yuntao.

Hidden weapons, you need to be in the dark, the power can be maximized, and the power of an honest fight is much worse.

Losing to Brother Feng that day, if he was secretly throwing out stones, Brother Feng might not be able to react.

"Interesting. Wait until that day, you tell me that I want to go and see it. ”

Tang Hao said casually.

"Okay."

Tang San was stunned, not knowing how his father could be interested in this matter.

"Okay, little three, don't knock it first, I'll show you again, the technique I just said, pay attention to the posture of my body..."

……

A few days later.

Tang San wiped the tears from his forehead, put down the hammer, and muttered:

"The way my dad taught me to strike iron is amazing. I can swing eight hammers in a row, and that's the limit... These days, I don't know what Brother Feng is doing. ”

However, thinking of this forging hammer method of borrowing strength, Tang San felt extremely excited.

"Go find three... In the past few days, he often comes to buy raw iron, is it because he is striking iron himself? ”

Tang San couldn't help but be curious, "But striking iron is not so simple, in the village, Dad has a stove and bellows here, relying on simple hammer iron alone, it is useless..."

So, after Tang San finished today's task exercise, he went directly to the village chief's house to find Brother Feng.

Unexpectedly, Grandpa Jack told him that Brother Feng was not at home, he was wild outside, and he came back with a smirk every day after dark.

"Could it be that Brother Feng is in that grove?"

Tang San's heart moved, and then he walked towards the grove outside Wang Village.

After walking some distance.

Suddenly.

The earth shook slightly.

Listen carefully...

Clang!

Clang!!

Clang!!!

The familiar sound of striking iron sounded, Tang San was stunned for a moment, and then slowly walked towards the source of the sound...

After a while, I saw a familiar figure, sweating profusely wielding a hammer, striking the fixed original iron.

Seeing this, Tang San was stunned again, and said in his heart, Brother Feng is really right, how can he strike iron like this?

Thinking about it, Tang San stared intently... I was stunned when I saw it!