Xiang'er takes the rabbit and plays happily around the waterfall every day.

Three months have passed, and it turns out that the monks who step on the turf can be seen everywhere, and the monks flying around their heads can't bear the loneliness, and they will only appear once for a long, long time.

Xiang'er, who has restrained her qi and blood, even if it is discovered, is just regarded as an ordinary mortal, I have to say that after a large group of monks swept away the dense forest for thousands of miles in the vicinity, there were no demon beasts, and in their place, it was a swarm of mortals.

The monk doesn't care, in the eyes of mortals, it is a good thing, there is no danger, and there is a harvest, this kind of good place, it is rare to meet once in ten thousand years, and even some mortals secretly set up an immortal card for Zhang Xiaohu, if it weren't for his appearance, this good thing, where would it be their turn.

The little rabbit jumped at Xiang'er's feet, and it turned into a little rabbit, no matter how you look at it, it is just an ordinary rabbit, and it will not attract the attention of the great monk.

Maybe it's because the black Jiao's essence and blood are too little, or maybe it's its own potential has been developed, and the little rabbit has completely changed its appearance after being promoted.

A mouth full of sharp teeth, now it has become two front teeth, the previous hideous appearance disappeared, and in its place, it was a cute white rabbit, after Xiang'er saw it, she grabbed Xiaobai's fat cheeks on both sides for the first time, and ravaged it hard, seeing Zhang Xiaohu trembling next to him, but Xiaobai's face was full of happiness, maybe he was playing like this since he was a child, Xiaobai did not have the temperament of a demon emperor, and he was completely a little pet.

Zhang Xiaohu took the time to test Xiaobai's combat power, and the result was very unfortunate, even if he was promoted to the level of the Demon Emperor, Xiaobai's combat effectiveness could only be regarded as a scum in Zhang Xiaohu's eyes, and he instinctively trained himself, but looking at Xiang'er's pitiful expression and Xiaobai's stupid appearance, Zhang Xiaohu thought about it and gave up.

The only thing worth praising is Xiaobai's nose, once again evolving, compared to the dog's nose, I don't know how many thousands of times stronger, before, I can smell the fragrance of the spirit grass for up to ten miles, and now, the spirit grass for a hundred miles can't escape its sensitive sense of smell, Zhang Xiaohu joked that it, why don't you do the same as a dog after promotion, at least that, it is the most in line with Xiaobai.

It's been a few months, and the injuries of the two people and one beast have long been healed, but Zhang Xiaohu doesn't plan to leave now, one is that although the search is less now, it hasn't stopped after all, and the other is that the repeated battles also need to be sorted out well.

The treasure clothes made by Jiaolong, although they are a hundred refining products, have been damaged, and if they are broken in the small world, the two of them have consumed the Jiaolong skin.

But fortunately, in this battle, although Zhang Xiaohu did not clean up the battlefield, Xiang'er harvested the corpse of a demon emperor.

Compared to the dragon skin, the skin of this stone-skinned poisonous lizard is much thicker.

Remove the ugly stone skin on it, and after tanning, Xiang'er made a few sets of treasure clothes again with a pair of skillful hands.

The sword has been in hand for a long time, but because the skin of the dragon is too thin, the scabbard made of it can't cover the chill that the sword exudes from time to time.

Standing in front of the small pond, Xiang'er looked left and right, and looked at it beautifully, the more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

The scabbard was made of a leather rope by her, which was just right to carry on her back.

Heroic, Zhang Xiaohu watched from afar, full of appreciation, little girl, the longer she grows, the more beautiful she becomes.

Zhang Xiaohu blushed suddenly, and quickly turned his head to the side, what's the matter, what do you want to do, Zhang Xiaohu patted his face gently.

Dragon wrestler, a cool and showy skill, if Xiang'er hadn't found out and strongly asked him to learn, he wouldn't have looked at it more, and a skill that can't work in battle can be considered a good skill.

However, it turned out that he was wrong.

If he didn't have this skill, I'm afraid his precious Thunder Fire Dragon Spear would be lost on the battlefield.

It didn't take much strength, just a light move, and the spear that was thrown far away flew into his hand, as if his arm had grown more than ten meters.

Zhang Xiaohu felt for the first time that skills, as long as they are skills, must have their usefulness, there are no useless skills, only useless users.

Looking at the Thunder Fire Jiaolong Spear in his hand, Zhang Xiaohu couldn't help but tremble, the feeling of the thunder attack in the past few days seemed to be a nightmare.

It turned out that the thunderstorm that could make the early stage of refining the gods at least stiffened, only paused slightly in the middle stage of refining gods, that is, now that it has become a hundred refining treasure soldiers, it is the same as not allowing the other party to pause more, Zhang Xiaohu feels that it is a pity that this gun is so scrapped, if you want to change, the only way is to continue to enter the runes, but this takes time, if you do it every day only when you rest at night like before, it will take too long.

In addition, he was seriously injured in continuous battles, and the strong body that he was proud of now became no advantage, Zhang Xiaohu finally made up his mind and decided not to leave, just here, to temper himself.

It seems to have been a long time since the last special tempering, Zhang Xiaohu rolled his eyes sluggishly, trying to recall.

It seems that at that time, he was still in that cold pool, that is, at that time, the body brought the seeds of thunder and fire.

But what is the best use, Zhang Xiaohu kept thinking.

Great Xia, he didn't know much, except for fighting, the rest of the time was spent in healing, and the basic common sense he gained could not guide him to find a place that could be used to refine his body, Zhang Xiaohu had a headache.

As soon as I came here, I kept fighting, this Great Xia, didn't it match him?

Zhang Xiaohu was thinking wildly, his eyes unconsciously fell on the Thunder Fire Dragon Spear that he was wiping in his hand, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

That's right, what else are you looking for, isn't this gun just the best quenching tool?

Thunder and fire just coincided with the thunder and fire that he had already tempered into his body, although those in his body were almost impossible to see the tiny ones, but after all, it was a seed, and it was difficult to guarantee that under cultivation, it would one day grow into a towering tree.

slapped his thigh, Zhang Xiaohu didn't think much about it, and just decided, but he didn't know that this decision made him both painful and happy.

Zhang Xiaohu's strength poured into the spear, and the tip of the spear erupted a string of thunder and lightning fire, crackling, and dazzling his eyes.

In Xiang'er's frightened gaze, the thunder was separated into a small trace, and with the power of the heavenly calamity, it hit him.

At that moment, Zhang Xiaohu finally felt what the enemy thought.

Destruction, the thunderstorm brings, is the destruction of heaven and earth.

Great danger, Zhang Xiaohu's hairs stood up in an instant, although it was only a trace, it couldn't hurt him at all, but the feeling of destruction brought by the thunderstorm was not less at all.

A trace of lightning struck his body, and the arc crackled and jumped, leaving a scorched black everywhere he went.

Thunder and fire continued to drill into the muscles along the skin, and gradually disappeared under the wrapping of strength.

Just a short moment, Zhang Xiaohu recovered, a small trace of thunder, will not bring him much damage, the same, for his tempering, will not play any role, Zhang Xiaohu looked at it again and again, and finally made up his mind, one-time, all the thunder fire on himself.

grinning with teeth, robbing thunder, Zhang Xiaohu's only expression.

Xiang'er, who was standing at the entrance of the cave, saw Zhang Xiaohu like that, and shouted with a crying voice, "Brother Xiaohu, let's stop refining, okay?"

Just a breath, the thunder dispersed and disappeared into the body, Zhang Xiaohu shook his head, opened his mouth and spit out a puff of black smoke, "It's okay"

The blow just now made Zhang Xiaohu feel that after the thunderstorm passed, the muscles became more compact than before, although it was only a small little change, and he couldn't notice it at all if he didn't care, but this was also an excellent start, at least it proved that he was still effective in doing so.

Be ruthless to the enemy, but also to yourself, Zhang Xiaohu is such a person.

The thunderbolt scurried in the cave again and again, and the person sitting in the middle of the cave was charred and black, exuding the smell of burnt food, and with each blow, his body twitched unconsciously, looking pitiful and terrible.

Xiang'er couldn't help it anymore, out of sight was pure, left the cave, and took Xiaobai outside, here, it's better to leave it to people who are not afraid of pain.

If I can't see it, I feel much better, but from time to time, Xiang'er still looks at the cave behind the waterfall worriedly, worrying, it's always inevitable.

Zhang Xiaohu sat still, closed his eyes and felt carefully, the thunder on the spear was sent out again and again, and when he stopped last time, it was another shot, and he basically didn't even have time to rest.

The last experience told him that only this kind of continuous blow is the best way to temper, and when he survives, the perfect effect will be presented.

Zhang Xiaohu is not afraid of pain or hardship, he is afraid that he will not have a chance to improve, and if he finds a good way, then stick to it, just pain is nothing.

Thunder flames, churning and jumping on his body, under the constant blows, the originally strong body gradually became dry and thin, but this thin but it appeared stronger and stronger, after being tempered by the thunder, the effect can already be seen.

In this way, Zhang Xiaohu kept refining himself with the Thunder Fire Dragon Spear every day, and waited until he couldn't bear it anymore, rested for a while, and began to draw runes and refine the spear again.

The technique is becoming more and more proficient, and the original drawing of a few groups of runes has no strength, but now there is no longer any waste of strength, and more than a dozen groups can be done each time.

Every time he got used to the blow of the thunder, the spear with new runes became stronger, and the cycle continued, all the time, Zhang Xiaohu could not perfectly withstand the blow of a thunderstorm, but as time passed, his body became more and more powerful.