In the middle of the moon, swaying with a faint silver glow, Zhao Yi had no intention of sleeping, seeing the benefits brought by divine consciousness, he was like a child, examining his favorite toy. At this time, he was peeling off a trace of his divine consciousness attached to various parts of his body, trying to discover the secrets hidden in his human body.

The sound of insects is in your ears, and the fragrance of flowers is smelling yourself. As his consciousness moved around his body, he could even hear the sound of blood gurgling and flowing through his body. The meridians and acupoints in the body are infinitely enlarged, and the above are delicate, and the original meridians are not a straight tube, and the acupoints are not smooth holes. There are also subtle fluffs on it that soothe the irritable true qi. Part of the true qi forms a circulation through the meridians, and finally returns to the dantian to develop and grow. Part of the true qi enters the acupoints, is warmed and stored, and is finely refined. There is also a trace of true qi seeping into the meridian points, but it is constantly strengthening and expanding.

Zhao Yi found that there were still layers of film in the acupoint, and without hesitation, he used his divine sense to attract the true qi to impact, he was sure that as long as he penetrated this thin film, he would definitely make the acupoint wider and store more true qi. There is nothing wrong with the facts, it's just that he ignores the fragility of the trick, and even if he suffers the loss of not being taught by his master, if Qingyuan is here, he will never allow him to be so reckless.

Before Zhao Yi could rejoice, he saw that the film gradually exploded, and a lot of blood oozed from the nearby subtle blood vessels, and there was a tendency to rupture. The trick of the impact is to close automatically, leaving only a gap.

Zhao Yi spurted out a mouthful of blood, and without waiting to wipe it, he sensed that his true qi had a tendency to go violent, and hurriedly mobilized his divine sense to soothe the suppression, and a trace of divine consciousness was stripped from the mountain of divine consciousness, and the mountain of divine consciousness soon shrank by half, but fortunately, the tyrannical true qi gradually subsided.

"It's so dangerous!" Ignoring the loss of consciousness, Zhao Yi hurriedly checked the state of his body, and took out a healing charm casually, but found that he could only heal the injured blood vessels, and could not restore the atrophied acupoints. There was a hint of bitterness on his face, and a trace of regret rose in his heart: "It's too reckless!"

After perceiving it again, he found that the true qi flowed through, and the acupoints and the surrounding meridians were slowly and spontaneously recovering, and Zhao Yi was slightly relieved. Looking at the paper talisman in his hand, he thought to himself that this could only heal the superficial injuries, at most restore the wounds of the subtle blood vessels, but it would not have much effect on the subtle wounds inside the meridians of the acupoints, and he had to rely on his own true qi to slowly recuperate. After a toss, he strengthened his determination to break through the barrier and make high-level talismans.

The journey to immortality is long, it is really unpredictable, dangerous and inexplicable, and if you are not careful, you can make people irreversible. Zhao Yi learned more about this and decided to be cautious in the future. It's just that on the immortal path, if you have been in the work of Abe and follow the footsteps of your predecessors, you can only achieve the general achievements of others at most. Thinking about it, Zhao Yi felt that he was right to try, but what was wrong was his understanding of the body and the meridians.

For a while, Zhao Yi walked out of the loss just now and strengthened his confidence again. Since it is not advisable to experiment with the body for the time being, why not set your sights on other things? If you can pull the true qi, can't you pull other things, such as the teacup on the table?

The first few times I felt was that after I entered that wonderful realm, the automatic emanation of my divine consciousness magnified the senses of the six senses, and Zhao Yi did not try to lure my divine consciousness out of the body. Thinking of the excitement, I have already put the injury just now out of my mind. A wisp of divine consciousness and the sea of consciousness escaped through the Baihui acupoint, as if there was an invisible silk thread pulling it, slowly drifting towards the teacup.

The teacup didn't seem to move, still walking quietly on the tea table, but Zhao Yi could feel the slight force transmitted back from the teacup, and the secret path was useful! Zhao Yi had no choice but to withdraw his divine sense, because if he tried again, the mountain of divine consciousness would be overwhelmed. With a deep exhalation, he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, ready to try again after recovering.

The benefits of this attempt far outweigh the loss of injury, first of all, Zhao Yi is still young, his body is in the development period, and he recovers quickly, and secondly, the injured point is only one of the arms, and there is no major problem except for a certain impact on the opponent's activities. The only trouble is the Divine Sense. However, with Haoran Zhengqi Diagram, it is much easier to solve.

After a night, Zhao Yi finally recovered, and after some investigation, the mountain of divine consciousness was restored to its original state, and there was a trace of growth, and the injured acupoint was not only recovered, but also more extensive, and there was a trace of essence coming out. It seems that after breaking the thin film inside the acupoint, this acupoint stores more true qi at the same time, and the ability to refine true qi is also more powerful, and it seems that it can spontaneously gush out true qi through the acupoint.

Sure enough, fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and there is much to gain as much as he takes risks, but thinking of yesterday's danger, he doesn't dare to try to open up other trick films. "Fortunately, yesterday was in the arm acupoint, if it was in the heart and brain acupoint, wouldn't I have burped?" Zhao Yi thought. I worked on my senses again to see if I could pull the teacup up, but it didn't have much effect. He was not in a hurry, and decided to go and get the pistol done first, so as not to make his father and brother anxious.

The blazing furnace fire was burning, and the forger melted the copper and iron according to Zhao Yi's request, preparing to make molds of various shapes. After waiting for two hours, a trace of irritability rose in Zhao Yi's heart, and he couldn't help but secretly think: "Could it be that after being reborn, his body has shrunk, and even his patience has become smaller?" A wisp of divine consciousness floated out, and he wanted to see the changes inside the steel mold.

"Huh, you can trigger a flame!" As his consciousness entered the mold, he noticed that the flames in the furnace were also fluttering. So he put his divine sense on the flame and tried again. Then a look of joy appeared on his face. "It worked!"

I saw that he ignored the slightest heat from the sea, carefully dragged the flames and introduced them into the mold. More here, less here, a little longer here, just the right time here. I saw that the flames kept churning and changing, but the impurities in the mold were slowly decreasing. The forging master on the side was stunned for a moment when he saw it. "What the hell is this big day, the flames actually beat by themselves?" just saw the excited look of the little prince on the side, and he was relieved.

"Divine Sense can still be used like this?" Zhao Yi felt another window open in front of him. Then a few more metals were added to it, and sure enough, it blended in effortlessly. He couldn't help laughing, provoking the forger next to him to leave, and not staying, so he had to follow twice.

The mold was initially completed, much better than Zhao Yi imagined, and the barrel, the bullet nest (runner), the gun body, the firing device, the grip and the aiming mechanism jumped into the eye one by one. In order to prevent wear and tear, Zhao Yi also painted reinforcement patterns on various parts. Nodding in satisfaction, he quickly put the pieces together, and a revolver appeared in front of him and the blacksmith. Looking at Hessesen's gun hole, the forger only felt a great murderous aura, but according to his eyes, he could judge that this was a weapon and had not been formed. Curiosity rose up leisurely: "Little Prince, when the weapon is made, can you let me see its power." ”

"Of course you can!" replied Zhao Yi succinctly and clearly. Then, with the expectant blacksmith, two more revolvers were quickly created. "Little prince, this is not done yet, is it? I think there is something to be stuffed in the wheel of this gun, right?"

Zhao Yi gave a thumbs up to the forger, thinking that he was worthy of being a forger, and sure enough, he had a specialization in the art industry, and he could see the key points at a glance. So he explained: "These six holes still need to be filled with bullets, and after they are closed, they can pull the trigger below, and the bullets will eject from the holes of the guns above. ”

"Bullets piercing the gold cracked stone?" asked the forger with a puzzled face. Zhao Yi didn't answer the forger's question, he walked straight to the forge furnace, and forged the cartridge and warhead of the bullet, he found that with the cooperation of his divine sense, it was more effective than a sophisticated instrument, and the melted material could actually change into the desired appearance according to his mind.

After another cooling, Zhao Yi carefully took out a crystal vial, which was the gunpowder that had been developed a long time ago, and he carefully combined the cartridge, primer, ammunition, and warhead, and a bullet with a flashing light was formed.

Zhao Yi gestured to the thing in his hand, told the foundry that it was a bullet, and then solemnly filled it into the bullet nest. He stared at the revolver in his hand, as if staring at a lover he hadn't seen for a long time, and thought, "This is what a man loves!"

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and the forger hurriedly covered his ears, but a beam of light was shining on his body, and he raised his head suspiciously, and found that there was an extra hole in the roof. "Is this the power of this weapon, the sound alone is scary enough, not to mention..."

"What's going on?" Not only Zhao Wangfu, but also the other people in Maple Leaf City heard the sound, and they also ran out of the room, looking at the place where the sound came from from a distance?"Could it be a thunderclap under the clear sky?" After searching for a long time, there was no result, so they had to continue the unfinished business just now. Zhang San, a beggar outside King Zhao's mansion, picked up a seriously injured wild goose and was sighing: "God-given food!"

"It seems that the movement is too big!" Zhao Yi collected his emotions and went out to appease the frightened Zhao Wangfu people. He continued to come back and cooperate with the forger, and made another hundred bullets, and after saying goodbye to the forger, he hurried back to his room with all the things he had made.