When Zhuo Yifan woke up again, he found himself lying on a soft bed.

A thin silk blanket gently covers his body, giving off an intoxicating fragrance.

This is...... Mother's Taste...... Am I here with my mother?

Zhuo Yifan opened his eyes, this is his mother Zhuo Hanlan's house, but now Zhuo Yifan is left alone.

He was in no pain, and he didn't know how long he had been unconscious. But the melee not long ago, he still remembers it vividly.

"I only remember that at that time, I killed many people, and finally wanted to kill Zhuo Fei. But...... I seem to have fainted all of a sudden? yes, it's my arm, and there's a sharp pain in my arm!"

He remembered why he was unconscious.

In contemplation, the palm of his hand also unconsciously grabbed his arm at once. Immediately after, his face froze, and his face was full of surprise.

"It's strange how I can't feel the pain of the wound, and ...... Your arms seem to be a lot thicker, huh?"

He lay on the bed, stunned, he lay flat on the bed and raised his arms to look in front of his eyes.

"Huh, why is it so smooth on my arm, no scars at all, I remember those bastards cut a lot of holes in my arm?"

"My arm is getting so hard! Who can tell me what's going on?"

Zhuo Yifan swept his eyes and saw a small pair of scissors and a ball of bloody bandages on the side of the bed. Without hesitation, he picked up the scissors and stabbed them in the arm.

There was a muffled thud, and the arm was unconscious. On the contrary, it was this little scissor, the sharp thorn head was curled up by the top.

"That's amazing! I'm not afraid of the ordinary blade of my arm at all, maybe I can still hold the spirit soldier! But what is the situation? What is it that stimulates the iron arm, or rather...... Activated the Iron Arm?" a stubbornness appeared on the swarthy little face.

In the melee, the transplanted iron arm obviously didn't work, why is it like a soul possessed now?

What's even more amazing is that the hardness of the iron arm is not only limited to the arm, but even a pair of hands has become extremely strong with the activation of the iron arm!

Zhuo Yifan not only has the iron arm of King Kong, but also gets two solid iron fists!

"The iron arm has fully awakened, there should be twenty layers of elephant skin! this is terrifying!" Zhuo Yifan squeezed his fist and felt it slightly.

Even in the Sanxuan Mansion Realm, the strong man who controls the divine power of the Ten Elephants is definitely not as hard as this. At best, they are only five or six layers of elephant skin. If the talent is a little higher, it will still be about eight or nine floors, and the highest will not exceed ten floors!

Now, he felt that his iron arm was so strong that even the spirit soldiers could resist it.

With the iron fist, Zhuo Yifan believes that if that group of people came again yesterday, they would never be able to hurt themselves in the slightest!

There is no need for spiritual skills at all, an iron fist passes, and no matter how strong the body is, it will be pierced!

"There must be some reason for the activation of the transplanted iron arm!"

He understood that if he could use his iron arm to touch the melon along the vine, he might be able to find some clues to activate his magic pupil.

Compared with the iron arm, Zhuo Yifan still didn't feel the power of the magic pupil, except for the night vision effect, it was the same as the ordinary eye, there was nothing usable.

He sat up straight in confusion, recalling the details of the battle just now, stroking his metallic arm over and over again, frowning tightly.

Suddenly, a flash of wisdom suddenly crossed the deep eyes.

"Maybe...... If you do this, you may be able to activate the Demon Pupil!" Zhuo Yifan's eyes brightened.

With the mentality of giving it a try, he moved his mind and adjusted the hardness of the iron arm.

As the metallic luster faded, he immediately stabbed his fingers with scissors, pulling the blood into his pupils.

That's right! It's blood! The Demon Pupil and the Iron Arm all want to drip blood to recognize the Lord!

There are no scars on the blood-stained arm, which is absolutely impossible.

The only explanation is that the Iron Arm absorbs the power of the blood and is activated!

When two drops of blood fell silently into the two pupils.

Suddenly, Zhuo Yifan felt that his eyes seemed to twitch, like a burst of electricity surging.

This strange feeling also made Di Zhuo Yifan's face change, but then, he felt that something was about to surge in the depths of his soul, slowly approaching him, as if he was about to open some mysterious ancient inheritance.

For a moment, the light in my mind shone brightly, and the world swirled.

With this magical feeling, Zhuo Yifan couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or in reality.

He clearly felt that he was in a strange space. Silent shivering, icy biting.

In this space, there is no other light, only a pair of purple pupils that shimmer with a dazzling purple light, revealing infinite terror. At first glance, he was numb and could no longer move.

Immediately after, the dark purple pupils suddenly emitted a colorful light, like colorful water waves, rippling in the space

This gorgeous and dazzling bizarre scene immediately attracted Zhuo Yifan and couldn't extricate himself.

As the colorful ripples splashed, a buzzing chirp came out of my head, and strange memories followed.

A series of information about the Demon Pupil suddenly appeared in his mind, as well as the Demon Pupil Inheritance-"Soul Melting Pupil"!

Zhuo Yifan knew that he had simply encountered a great creation, and the demon pupil was not only activated by him, but also recognized him as the master.

According to the inheritance memories brought by the Demon Pupil, the Demon Pupil will be improved as the cultivation progresses. And derive new powers.

The so-called "Soul Melting Pupil", as the name suggests, is to integrate the souls of others and oneself, so that the quality of the soul can be improved!

Why did he suffer so much ridicule and contempt from so many people in the Zhuo family.

To put it bluntly, it's because of this damn soul quality.

The quality of the soul determines the talent. It almost represents the nobility of a person.

It is usually divided into eight grades, from small to large: inferior, inferior, medium, superior, superb, king, jade, and superb! Three classes.

Everything has soul qualities, whether it is ants, pheasants or hares, even the lowliest creatures have their own soul qualities, and the souls of ordinary people are generally inferior primary or intermediate. It's just bigger than those animals that are inferior soul quality to be slaughtered.

"There is a way to improve the quality of the soul!

The little face showed a look of ecstasy that he had not seen for a long time, and he saw the faint blue light film on his body through his magic pupils, this is his soul!

"Soul Quality: Medium Grade!"

In an instant, the Demon Pupil transmitted the information of the reaction to Zhuo Yifan's mind.

Can you also detect the quality of your own soul? It is worthy of the magic pupil of the Nine Darkness Devouring Python, it is really powerful!

He was shocked for a long time before he recovered. At this moment, the faint purple light in the pupils flickered slightly. The two iron rules of soul melting were transmitted into Zhuo Yifan's brain.

First: The requirement to absorb the soul must be a living creature that is dying.

Second: The requirement of fusing the soul must be higher than the quality of one's own soul.

Knowing the rules of soul melting, Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but be eager to try, his soul quality was extremely poor, but it was not. It can only be considered at a medium level. I don't know how many ordinary people envy it.

But as the saying goes, people are more angry than people.

The mid-grade and high-grade soul quality is very ordinary in a big family like the Zhuo family. There are a considerable number of children in the Zhuo family whose soul quality is the same as Zhuo Yifan, or even higher than him.

He remembered that there was a concubine named Zhuo Guanying, who had an extraordinary soul quality and reached the top grade. Recognized genius in the Zhuo family. In comparison, Zhuo Yifan is very weak, and he is coldly treated by people in Zhuo's family, if it weren't for his grandfather's protection, it is difficult to say whether he can survive to this day.

In the eyes of the world, soul quality represents the cultivation talent, which is innate to a living being, and no matter what elixir is swallowed, it cannot change the soul quality.

But Zhuo Yifan was able to rely on the Demon Pupil to improve the quality of his soul. This is something that many people dream of!

How much ridicule and resentment, how much white-eyed resentment. And how much disgust and hatred for the quality of one's own soul. It all disappeared at this moment.

The magic pupil and iron arm made Zhuo Yifan see a path of hope again, a path of the strong!

"Those who mock me, those who despise me. Wait, I'll use my own strength to make you pay a terrible price!"