I felt quite lost in my heart, and I was suddenly sad, but in this situation in front of me, there was such a glimmer of life, how could I give up so easily, and not believe it? Even if there was a little hope of survival, I had to fight. The so-called: "It is better to believe what it has than to believe that it is not." Another so-called: "Dead horses are treated as live horse doctors." "The only way to do this is to be convinced of the matter and open up the idea, so that it is justified and alive.

At that moment, Shui Ruohan mustered up his courage and secretly made up his mind that he had to rely on his own martial arts to give it a try, and immediately operated the true qi in his body, so that he could open ten successful forces, his hands were flat up, and he stuck to the stone, "Ah" on the ground, stared and opened his mouth, and slammed upward, and the strength was everywhere, and the stone did not move at all.

He said in his heart: Could it be that he moved away horizontally? He also collected his strength, relieved his breath, "hissed", took a long breath, and his body ran his true qi again, exerting force with both hands, so that he was full of strength, pushing to the left, the stone was not moving, moving to the right, the stone was also moving and not moving, his strength was exhausted, the stone was just not moving, and he had no choice but to collect his strength, looking at the stone, "whirring" and panting.

After a pause, I thought again: This stone cannot be moved, if I raise my fist and smash it, will I be able to pierce it, break out many holes, and shatter it? Then I thought that I had struck the stone just in time, and when I heard the muffled sound on the stone, which seemed to be very thick, I muttered in my heart: With my strength, can I shatter it?

Hesitate for a moment, no matter what the current situation, only this opportunity, there is no other way, helpless, even if I doubt or not believe it in my heart, I still muster up the courage and want to give it a try, so I don't think much about it, I immediately took a big breath, stepped apart with both feet, one foot on one side, squatted down, steady horse step, and stepped on the stone steps. Holding his fists horizontally around his waist, he used his internal strength to make ten percent of his feet, and shouted "ha". Raise your fists and slam them upwards at the same time. But listening to a loud "bang" and a scream of "ah", the stone hit the place without any damage, and it was not broken. Shui Ruohan's pair of flesh fists smashed into a piercing pain, and the pain was unbearable.

At that moment, I felt that the bone joints on the fist had been broken, and I was in great pain, so I hurriedly retracted my fist, and as soon as the fist left the stone, the pain was even worse, and in addition to the great pain, I couldn't help but distort my face, break out in a cold sweat, and clench my teeth. It hurts a lot.

The hands were originally clenched into fists, but at this time they were already unable to hold them, each divided into claw shapes, soft and weak, hanging to the ground, looking at the injury on the back of the hand, red and red, and the bone joints were full of blood, and I was surprised in my heart. Hurriedly put his paws in front of his eyes and looked at them.

endured the pain, only to see the flesh and blood on the backs of his hands blurred, and the skin was open. The hands didn't move, they just trembled, and where the skin was broken, blood was gurgling and oozing, drowning and aching, and it was bursting in waves. Shocking, miserable, knowing that although it is a traumatic injury, it is not lightly injured, and I want to use my hands to stop bleeding and heal each other, for a while, my hands are numb and weak, and my knuckles want to move, but I can't move, but I can't do it, my heart suddenly became anxious, I couldn't help blaming myself, complaining about myself, and straight: Look at me making such a mess, knowing that the stone is thick, my heart only doesn't believe it, and I insist on hitting the stone with an egg, and now it's good, I get a fist injury, both hands hurt, and my fingers can't move. The pain in the fingers of his hands was painful to the heart, and the pain in his heart was really unbearable, so he sat down, sat on the stone steps, gritted his teeth and persevered, endured the pain, endured the pain, and said in his heart: Do I really want to die here and can't get out? I was upset and worried.

After a while, the pain in my hand gradually eased, and the disturbed thoughts in my heart were much better. Relieved, I suddenly remembered something in my heart, stood up, looked at the top of the stone, and said in my heart: Ordinary I smash stones, no matter how thick and hard the stones I encounter, my fists are everywhere, and I have internal strength, and I will inevitably smash a big pit, or the stone is light and thin, and I will crush the hole straight for me, and a punch will crack, and my fist has internal strength protection, the fist is neither damaged nor painful, even if the protection is not good, occasionally abrasion pain, broken skin and bleeding, but only a little bit, how can there be such a wound and bones, flesh and blood blurred? When I looked at it, I saw that the stone I smashed with my fist was black and bright, quite flat, not like the uneven stones elsewhere next to it, and at a glance I knew that it was the top stone of the mountain, but more like the flat ground. At first, I didn't pay attention to it, but it was the same stone at the top of the mountain, but then I doubted in my heart, and I thought that the stone I had just touched was cold, and it was very slippery, as if it was not a stone, but more like a piece of iron. I was suspicious, and after a closer look, I found that this stone was not soil, but a boxy piece of iron and other hard objects, so I smiled embarrassedly, and said that I was too stupid, and my fist hit the thick and hard iron, and it was so powerful, ordinary thin iron, I could also do it through it, such a thick iron, far from being comparable to ordinary stones, this time it hurts, and it is reasonable to break the blood. Thinking about this in his heart, he just smirked helplessly, shook his head and sighed.

And this top stopper is not actually a stone, nor an iron block, but a steel plate. This steel plate, is the soul of the god Ou Yezi with the colorful stone cast into steel, feel the steel hard, far more than iron, the world only this steel, too scarce pity, is hard study, careful research, after years of careful development, finally whimsical, to achieve innovation, from the iron in the fire to melt for many days, quenched than iron harder material, with this material to create a weapon, although its hardness is far less than the colorful stone cast by the ancient five soul blades, but also close, than the ordinary iron casting weapon is a hundred times harder, the heart is gratified, straight to find things, can greatly replace the colorful stone, to create a divine weapon, is taken in the name of steel, to replace。 This method of molten iron and steelmaking, when it was developed, its apprentices were still around, although there was a rebellion, there was no rebellion, therefore, this method indirectly taught them, they also understood, later, after they ran away in a daze, there were many steel cold weapons cast on the rivers and lakes, and the reason was for this.

At this time, Shui Ruohan solved a mystery in his heart, seeing that he couldn't open it or get out by his own strength here, he was depressed and worried, so he couldn't help but sigh "sigh" and let out a long sigh. Thinking that he was young and would be trapped here, he was unwilling and regretful. It's just that at this time, I am helpless, I want to live, but I can't find a way to be upright, I have more than enough heart, but I don't have enough strength, I am helpless, I lose my soul, unconsciously, I turn around, my steps move, I paced down the steps, and walked in the direction of the crystal coffin, swaying along the way, my hands are raised in the air, the shape is like a walking corpse, a living zombie, stunned, confused, just thinking about life and death, I don't know how to be good. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)

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