On the night of the sixth day of entering the secret cave of the forging of Master Seiko, Zimo meditated alone in the hole of the great crack.

The sword had been folded and forged nearly a million times, and the Seiko master had spent tremendous divine power every day, striking hundreds of thousands of times with a sledgehammer condensed from five huge dense sources.

After forging the sword, the master of Seiko made the shape, shaped, quenched, tempered, and grinded it very seriously more than a dozen times before letting the young man do the last few processes.

Master Seiko was emaciated after intense exertion, and went back to his room early to rest.

The young man was grinding, sharpening, soaking in oil, and after a whole day of grinding, he was also tired and fascinated and touched the wall (stone wall) and went back to sleep in a daze.

Zimo is not tired these days, and he is used to the invasion of hot and cold, but the daily porridge and green vegetable steamed buns can't fill Zimo's stomach at all.

Zimo was already hungry, and there was another reason, that is, Zimo gave the steamed bun for each meal to the young man.

In a few days of chatting, Zimo knew that the young man had only been here for less than half a year, and he used to be a child of a big family, and after a few days of chatting, Zimo also felt that this young man was a talented man, not an ordinary cultivator.

It's just that this forging and striking iron is originally a work of strength, and it is an extremely strenuous work, and the young cultivators on weekdays have been able to adapt to it, but after they start to forge weapons with iron, the young man's strength will soon be insufficient.

The energy of the green vegetable porridge steamed buns is far from keeping up with the daily consumption, so Zimo gave each of his steamed buns to the young man.

Zimo thought to himself that he was here for a few days, and he didn't cultivate immortals, so he didn't need to clean up those carnivorous and abusive qi in his body, and sooner or later he would go out and eat a lot of meat, and he would be fine if he was hungry for a few days.

Tomorrow is the time when the sword is made, but tonight's Zimo is not happy, but very restless.

Too hungry! I only ate porridge and vegetables for five days, and Zimo didn't have any oil and water in his stomach for a long time, and he kept screaming.

Drinking water? Zimo is now nauseous when he sees water, and he has drunk water dozens of times a day, and now he really can't drink a sip.

Zimo searched around the cave like a hungry wolf, looking for every part of this huge crack and hole, even a mossy cave wall.

But this is the place where the master of Seiko forges iron, not to mention what to eat, even on the stone wall, there is not a trace of moss.

After Zimo found all the cracks and walls, he didn't find anything, so he sat down and began to rummage through his Qiankun bag, which had been rummaged through dozens of times.

A command flag (bronze rod red order flag), purple cape, the right to purchase primary barracks materials, (military goods book and license), centurion's selection certificate, a silk handkerchief, two bottles of small blue water, half a deer antler, 25 fourth-level dense rough stones, and a stone box.

Deer antler, Zimo doesn't dare to eat it now, now thinking about the blood of deer antler, Zimo still has palpitations.

Stone box, Zimo opened the stone box and saw the hundred-year-old lava elixir of scorching aura given to him by Master Seiko.

The hundred-year-old lava elixir was shining, and a few wisps of crimson aura were scattered in the air. Zimo swallowed his saliva, his stomach growled, Zimo looked at the hundred-year-old lava elixir greedily and said, "You can eat it!" ’

Anyway, I'm too hungry, I eat late and early, I'm still eating, and now I'm hungry and panicked, and I'm still eating.

Zimo held the stone box, stretched his neck and opened his mouth to swallow the shining hundred-year-old lava elixir in his mouth.

Well????

The entrance of the elixir did not enter the stomach, but directly passed through the throat and intestines, and directly entered the foggy sea dantian from the mouth of the dantian sky.

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This?

This elixir is so big, how can it penetrate the intestines, and how can it enter the dantian from the heavenly mouth that is smaller than the tip of a needle?

Before Zimo could ease out of the strangeness, he felt bad!

As soon as this hundred-year-old lava elixir entered the dantian, it began to burst out with incomparable heat.

Instinct, everything is instinct, Zimo didn't think about it, he rushed to the cliff and seaside as soon as possible, and under the blow of a huge wave, Zimo began to climb the cliff quickly.

Walking, walking the zigzag road in the cave to the place where the strange white flowers are definitely too late, only to climb the cliff and go straight up fast.

The slippery and steep cliffs were not climbed by any animal at all, but none of these could stop Zimo from being in a hurry, and Zimo was much faster than those geckos and the like.

As long as Zimo can buckle anywhere with his fingers, he will make the force string.

Between the three ups and downs, Zimo climbed to this alcove, and Zimo, who was in mid-air, climbed the rock wall with one hand, stretched his head to the strange white flowers, and opened his mouth to bite the stamens fluttering in the wind.

Is it spicy, is it spicy, is it sweet, what is the taste? Zimo didn't know anything, and after dividing five by two, Zimo would finish gnawing on a strange white stamen.

Zimo climbed the edge of the rock wall, jumped onto the alcove, and immediately meditated cross-legged, letting the stamens that turned into water juice flow into his belly.

Zimo frantically absorbed the cold air of this strange flower to dilute the scorching heat that erupted in the dantian.

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In a moment, the cold air of the strange stamens was like a small canal river in the desert, and the edges of it had dried up before it flowed.

It's not enough!

Zimo sweated suddenly.

Even if you eat all of these stamens, it's far more than enough!

Smelling the fragrance of flowers that has been cold for a long time, and now I eat the whole stamen, and I can't quench my thirst.

Zimo kicked on the stamens of these flowers, and in a hurry, he used his hands to pluck the flower stems that grew in the rock crevices.

Since the stamen can carry such a cold air, this stem ......

Call!

actually sat Zimo Shan's ass on the ground, this kiwiflower was so easy to pull out, it didn't take any effort at all, just like someone was inserted in a rock crevice.

Zimo, who was sitting on the ground, didn't think about it, looked at the flower stem that was half pulled out by himself, exchanged his hands, and continued to pull out the flower roots.

Whew!

It's so long, it has been pulled out almost more than two meters, and I only see many * capillary fluffs, and I don't see the taproot.

Zimo swallowed jujubes, half chewed and half swallowed, and kept eating this strange white flower with rhizomes.

To dissolve the heat of the boiling scorching elixir in the sea of dantian fog.

Eat, eat, pull!

After eating for nearly five meters, Zimo was once again flashed to the ground, and among the countless capillary roots, a rhizome as white as a pearl hung in it.

Zimo didn't have time to take care of it, and he didn't have time to think, the feeling in the dantian mansion was about to burst, and he stretched his neck and opened his mouth, and ate the fruit of the round and mellow pearl.

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Zimo felt that this thing was the same as that elixir, directly penetrating the intestines and entering the inner fog universe dantian.

Zimo, who was afraid of death, even ate the small fluff on the root of the wool thread in order to take care of others.

Full!

Now I'm really full, I'm not hungry at all, and I ate more than five meters of strange flower rhizomes in one bite, with leaves with stamens, and capillary roots and velvet to eat cleanly.

Zimo suddenly felt extremely comfortable, not hungry, nor uncomfortable, the dantian was peaceful and abnormal, and the comfort was abnormal.

Zimo meditated and explored the Haidantian: 'A round of red sun is in the sky, a round of bright moon surrounds the red sun, and the fog in the dantian universe begins to condense into rain, falling infinitely downward. ’

Rain!

Rain!

Rain!