"What's that?"

The big strong brother was enjoying the morning tea, stuffing a piece of exquisite small pastry into his mouth, and looked at Lin An a little inexplicably.

"Have you never tried before?" Lin An looked at the big strong brother with shining eyes, "Re-practice the breathing method, start from the stage of the apprentice of the witch hunter knight, re-run the furnace, and condense a pair of antlers of your own?" ”

Big Brother Zhuang rolled his eyes, "If I can be as gifted as you and Lao Zhang to condense the core of the furnace, I don't have to inherit my father's antlers." ”

"But you once had!"

Lin An rubbed his hands excitedly, full of interest, "You know the power and rhythm of the core of the Antler Furnace very well, and now that you are re-condensing, it is much easier than when you were an apprentice!" ”

"This ......" Brother Da Zhuang took a breath of cool air, and was suddenly choked by the pastry in his mouth, coughed for a while, and hurriedly poured the black tea on the table.

He looked at Lin An blankly, becoming a little overwhelmed, and even a little troubled.

He opened his mouth and hesitated for a moment, "Recondense the antlers?" ”

Lin An nodded vigorously, "If it can be done, it may mean that my speculation is right." You might want to check to see if the people who trained the core of the furnace themselves didn't end up becoming stone statues like those who got the inheritance? ”

"Good guys!"

The big strong brother was stunned, and he couldn't imagine it.

What a smart person he is, he thought of a lot in an instant.

"If the core of the furnace can really be repeated and condensed like this, will there be more descendants of the inheritance?"

"And then what you condense is really your own will, oh, you said the condensation of the soul, so does it mean that Lao Cao is becoming more and more unable to think, is it just to break off the antlers, and then cultivate his own antlers?"

"Or even this is an updated version of Crucible Core?"

He had too many questions, so he simply patted the crumbs of pastry on his hands, jumped out of the iron chair, and came to the middle of the garden, breathing slowly.

Gradually, his chest lit up, and the body furnace was running again.

He began to practice the most standard deer opera frame of "Eight Fowl Opera", his hands were raised, his wrists twisted and sank, and his entire shoulder collapsed suddenly. The upper body instantly felt loose and strong, moving up and down with the breathing.

Then his legs were slightly bent, his eyes were slightly closed, and the whole person stood there like a welcoming pine in the cold wind.

Swaying, yet standing.

Then, he began to take a deft step towards the left front, and his body even had a slight leap, falling, his center of gravity sinking, swaying up and down, his hands apart.

Step by step, the posture is stretched, and the whole person is like a smart stag, full of a sense of strength.

Chen Shuyun looked at all this curiously, she was the owner of the yoga studio before, and she often practiced jiu body jutsu, and she also had some understanding of this kind of body technique.

Now watching such a master practicing the deer opera of "Eight Fowl Opera" one by one, feeling the rhythm between the other party's actions, he has learned a lot.

So she simply followed and practiced, staring at the big strong brother with her eyes, learning some subtle adjustments from the other party.

The deer play of the big brother was played over and over again, and Sister Elena Belle came to call everyone to lunch and ignored it, and kept tossing and turning in the garden by herself, gradually getting better.

Although his antlers were inherited, it was impossible for the previous generation to break off the antlers and pass them on to him when they were not turned into statues.

In that young age, he practiced deer play frantically almost every day, looking forward to the day when he would be able to comprehend the core of the furnace by himself.

The basic skills are extremely solid!

Sister Elena Belle saw it interestingly, and she didn't urge, but just sat quietly and watched, her eyes reluctant to leave the figure of the big strong brother for a moment.

She looked so demure that it seemed like she could sit there all day without talking.

Maybe in the so many years that Brother Da Zhuang did not come to Da Liguo, she spent her days like this, either praying and inlaying weapons of faith, or sitting in her garden in a daze.

Waiting for Da Zhuang to come over one day, it became vivid, and when Da Zhuang left again, he fell silent again.

Brother Da Zhuang didn't owe her, Brother Da Zhuang was a rare color in her boring life.

In this way, time passed little by little, and at night, the stars fell.

Dali country has almost no industry, and is surrounded by mountains on three sides and the sea on the other, the environment is protected very well, and the stars look particularly bright.

In the light of the stars, the big strong brother suddenly stood still and stood quietly.

He looked as if he was asleep, but the orange-red light on his chest was surging faster and faster, and the power of the furnace was surging from his lungs to his limbs.

Suddenly!

A pair of spikes pierced from the top of his head, stretching and branching until they turned into a pair of giant antlers.

His neck twisted slightly, and the antlers buzzed into the spirit realm, and his neck twisted again, and a red light enveloped his body.

That was the light of the world of purgatory.

Obviously, the antlers that Big Brother Zhuang is now are not the kind of pseudo antlers that Lin An made for him in the second furnace core, but a complete antler furnace core.

"Strength......

The big strong brother raised his hand, looked at his palm stupidly, and flipped his hands violently, grasping in the void.

A pair of huge hammers appeared in his hands, and the chains at the end of the hammer handles were wrapped around his arms.

He rubbed his fingers lightly, rubbed his face against the hammer's hammer, and took a deep breath.

Eventually, with one hand, the sledgehammer vanished, the red light on his body disappeared, and the antlers on his head dissipated.

"Hahahaha......"

He looked at the starry sky in the sky with his hands on his hips, "The power of my Luo Shiren is back in particular!" ”

As he spoke, he looked at Lin An with bright eyes, "An Zai, thank you, uncle owes you a personal favor!" ”

Lin An smiled and agreed, "It should be." ”

"Andy, you may not know what you've figured out!" Brother Da Zhuang looked at Lin An with a sigh of tsk, "The core version of the domestic furnace is about to be updated!" Hahaha, open up the path of cultivation, even if you do something big in the future, those old stubborns in the Dongtu Empire can tolerate it. ”

This is the beginning of a new chapter in the antlers!

No, this is a new chapter in the Crucible practice!

Brother Zhuang still needs to check to see if the witch hunters who cultivated the core of the furnace by themselves did not turn into statues in the end, which is very important.

It's important that suddenly this is really the case, even if the inheritance of the Dongtu Empire will have a stage of quantitative explosion in the future, and the strong can finally sprint to a stronger path.

Lin An didn't think so much, he was already very satisfied with being able to help the big strong brother, to help his master, and to help every uncle and uncle of the antlers.

His mind at the moment returned to this mental space that covered the entire city of Lorentine, and there were too many thoughts in his heart.

In the past, he thought it was a dark golden idol of witchcraft spirituality, but if it was really the mind.

So now there are dark golden statues floating in the sky above the city of Lorentine, and there are too many sayings about the spiritual space covering the entire city.

The road is long, I will go up and down and seek.

The exploration of the transcendent path is really fun!

(End of chapter)