Chapter 32: The Blacksmith Who Can Pull Up the Mountain

Shi Xiaohai's dantian, which is several times larger than ordinary people, should be called Danhu. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 Plenty of aura in info quickly decreases. The heart suddenly accelerated, and when the Danhu Lake contracted as the heart shrank, a tornado appeared in the acupoints around the body.

The immortal god trick was domineering and swallowed Zhou Tian's aura, and a gust of wind blew the windows with a creak.

Shi Xiaohai felt miraculously that he could see everything beyond his dark mind. The wind crunched the windows. I watched my five hearts sit towards the sky, and the cyclone formed around my body due to the whale swallowing aura.

The dark world in his brain was soaked with a little transparent gas, and a clear feeling filled him. In the dark mind, a bright spot as fine as dust slowly appeared.

The sky lit up with the white belly of the fish, and Shi Xiaohai felt miraculously that he could see everything outside his body. The creaking windows of last night's wind, the twilight of the sky. Only then did the Immortal Sutra stop.

"Gollum..."Shi Xiaohai opened his eyes, and his spirit was much clearer than when he usually slept. But the belly that had not eaten for a long time was grunting with hunger.

Shi Xiaohai hurriedly explained that the paper man's son hid in his sleeve and couldn't make a sound, and went to greet the old master Xing downstairs in the early morning sun.

Sure enough, this old master Xing was sitting in the main hall upright at the moment, and when he saw Shi Xiaohai, he saluted and asked for a morning. Old Master Xing showed a rare smile.

"Grunt..."Shi Xiaohai's cultivation of this "Sleeping Immortal Sutra" is extremely physically exhausting, and now this hungry grunt sounds.

Old Master Xing was slightly embarrassed and said, "I ask the farmer to send some spiritual fruits every day." The blacksmith told me that you should get up early every day to go to his refining body and come here in the afternoon to go to school. ā€

"Yes, Master. Shi Xiaohai bowed and said.

"Your blacksmith ancestor is practicing kung fu horizontally, and no one in the world can beat it. He is loyal and honest, you have to be humble. Old Master Xing explained.

"Xiaohai is taught. Xiaohai retired first. ā€

"Go ahead. ā€

Shi Xiaohai went out to summon the paper tiger and called the Son of Heaven again and again.

After a while, the Son of Heaven came with hazy sleepy eyes.

"Tomorrow you go by yourself, it's inconvenient to call me. The Son of Heaven snorted.

After a while, the two saw the blacksmith standing there waiting for them.

"Blacksmith Ancestor, you've been waiting for a long time. Shi Xiaohai looked at the blacksmith who had faint dew on his body and said apologetically.

"Wait soon, wait soon. I'll just be here for a while. The blacksmith stroked his slippery head and said.

Shi Xiaohai couldn't help but feel ashamed in his heart.

"Every day the chickens don't crow and get up and make noise, the sun is out, and I haven't waited long. The Son of Heaven yawned on the side.

"I'll go first, Xiaohai, you have to practice seriously, don't forget to do your Tianzi brother's affairs as soon as possible. ā€

The Son of Heaven stretched his waist and played haha, and left lazily.

Shi Xiaohai blushed and saluted the Son of Heaven who turned around and left.

"Grunt..." an indecent voice came from Shi Xiaohai's belly.

"You haven't eaten yet, you wait. The blacksmith listened to Shi Xiaohai's hungry voice and said embarrassedly.

After speaking, he turned around and rumbled, rolled up a cloud of dust, and ran towards the cave.

After a while, he took a piece of roasted and somewhat charred meat and handed it to Shi Xiaohai and said, "The fruit there is delicious where I haven't farmed, so you can eat this beast meat made by me to satisfy your hunger." I'm hungry, but I can't do it."

Shi Xiaohai's heart was hot, and he took the charred barbecue with both hands and thanked him again and again.

"Huh?" Shi Xiaohai bit down a bite of the charred black beast meat, and a pure blood force filled his body.

"Blacksmith Master, this meat is really delicious. Shi Xiaohai thanked.

"I'll do more in the future, so you won't have to go hungry. The blacksmith said.

"See if this can roll. The blacksmith patted the gray-white iron fairway beside him up to the height of Shi Xiaohai's shoulders.

Shi Xiaohai was busy running the Immortal Divine Technique, and it was not until he used all his strength that he rolled the iron ball.

"It's okay. Shi Xiaohai replied.

"Okay, you have to run the exercises with all your might, push this iron ball and walk with me. ā€

The blacksmith nodded, and kicked the large black iron ball, which was twice as tall as him, more than a foot away, towards a chasm up the mountain.

Shi Xiaohai looked at it darkly, the stone path on this hard stone mountain was just the size of the huge iron ball, and it was obviously rolled up and down by the blacksmith every day.

The two walked side by side.

"Look at what I do! You must not give up, if you are tired, use your shoulders to resist and eat some animal meat to replenish your strength. If you don't resist, the iron ball will crush you into a meatloaf. The blacksmith changed his loyal appearance at this time, and said with a serious face.

"Hmm!" Shi Xiaohai nodded as he looked at the headless bluestone volcano town.

"Look at me!" the stonemason kicked the two-man pitch-black iron ball first.

"Dang!" there was a clashing of gold and iron, and the huge iron ball was kicked more than a foot away by the blacksmith.

"The strength of the body begins with a single step. One leg is the branch, and the other leg is rotated so that the force is concentrated on the leg. Imagine that you are the volcano and burst out through the instep of your foot!" said the blacksmith solemnly.

"When. With a sound, Shi Xiaohai's legs were numb, and his blood was surging. The iron ball in front of him was motionless.

"No! look again!" the blacksmith rebuked.

"Dang!" the blacksmith slowed down, slowly raising his leg to kick the heavy iron ball.

"See?"

Shi Xiaohai Town is the head. He usually fights on the streets as a common thing, and he thinks he can also write his hands and feet, how can he not know that this blacksmith seems to be stupid, and this method of force is like four or two thousand pounds. This method of exerting force is many times more clever than the martial arts of the mortal world.

"When!" There was a loud bang, Shi Xiaohai's left foot propped up the ground, and the iron ball rolled forward an inch.

"No, if you can push this iron ball, it means that you have the strength to spare. You didn't use your strength at all. The blacksmith frowned.

Shi Xiaohai looked frustrated, and he was also annoyed in his heart about how this cultivation method was so difficult.

"You don't even know the structure of the human body, so what's the use of practicing brute strength. A cold voice came.

Seeing the person, Shi Xiaohai almost ran away, and the broken human body, the creature soaked in countless transparent pillars appeared in front of him. Shi Xiaohai only felt that the scorching volcanic land had become a ghost snake at this moment, and goosebumps stood up all over his body.

The person who came was the doctor who was not an immortal, and now he was walking slowly, looking at the two of them and laughing.

"Doctor Buxian, you're here. The blacksmith said respectfully.

"I'm coming to you to make a set of surgical kits. You're just the same as before. "The doctor is not immortal.

"When do you want to?" asked the blacksmith in a respectful voice.

"I didn't want it, I called him. Give it to him this afternoon. The doctor pointed to Shi Xiaohaidao.

Shi Xiaohai's face was pale, and even his voice trembled slightly: "See... I've seen a doctor who is not an immortal... Shizu. ā€