Immortal Master Invincible

Chapter 1184 Alien World (96)

Pang Xiaonan followed Zhao Sijiajia into the practice room, and caught a glimpse of the small iron ball nestled next to the big iron ball, so he pointed to the small iron ball and asked Zhao Sijiajia, "Have you practiced the small iron ball these days?"

Zhao Sijiajia nodded and said, "I have practiced, but it is still a bit difficult, and the practice is not very ideal."

Pang Xiaonan sat down on the bench, and directed Zhao Sijiajia plainly, "You can practice for me."

Zhao Sijiajia hesitated for a moment, and quickly walked to the side of the small iron ball. She took a deep breath, and then exhaled it. Then she squatted down, and put her palms on both sides of the small iron ball.

After holding it for a while, Zhao Sijia gave a coquettish cry, clasped his hands tightly, exerted strength with his legs, and slowly lifted the small iron ball into the air with all his might.

Then, Zhao Sijiajia bent her arms into her arms, retracted her stomach, pushed her thighs up, and finally held the small iron ball firmly in her arms.

Pang Xiaonan was frightened watching from the sidelines, for fear that Zhao Sijiajia would accidentally slip the small iron ball and drop it. It's not bad to hit her own feet, but it's not a problem to hit the ground and make a hole.

Zhao Sijiajia fixed the small iron ball in her arms for a while, panting heavily, and finally calmed down, she stretched out her left foot cautiously, and took a step to the side, this step was extremely cautious, almost It is a flat trip to ensure that the iron ball in the arms moves horizontally without any fluctuations.

After taking this step, Zhao Sijiajia carefully raised her right foot, put her weight on her left foot, and waded over with her right foot following the direction of her left foot.

Pang Xiaonan watched from the side because he was nervous, not because he was afraid that Zhao Sijiajia would drop the iron ball, but because he was too careful watching Zhao Sijiajia's small steps, so he couldn't help sighing: "This is not practicing, this is simply The old lady with little feet is learning how a crab walks!"

Zhao Sijiajia moved step by step, and moved two or three meters in half a day. The small iron ball did not fall down, but his feet were terribly sore.The small iron ball also weighs almost a hundred catties. For a girl, it is difficult to carry a grown man instead of a doll.

But Pang Xiaonan couldn't stand it anymore, he waved his hand and said to Zhao Sijiajia, "Put down the iron ball first, and I'll say a few words."

When Zhao Sijiajia heard this, her luck sank, she bent her legs, and slowly lowered the iron ball from midair. When the iron ball was almost 30 centimeters from the ground, she suddenly leaned forward and fell forward.

The iron ball touched the ground all of a sudden, because it was filled with mercury, it bounced slightly on the ground twice, because it was oppressed by Zhao Sijiajia's body, so it didn't jump very high, and stopped after two bounces down.

The small iron ball landed successfully, and Zhao Sijiajia fell on the small iron ball exhaustedly, and struggled to stand up after a while.

Pang Xiaonan walked over, patted Zhao Sijiajia on the shoulder, and said, "You can't practice like this, Jiajia. You should be careful everywhere to prevent the iron ball from falling. On the surface, you are moving your body, but in fact, You are just carrying the iron ball, do you feel that if you continue to practice like this, it will help improve your skills?"

Zhao Sijiajia shook his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and said, "I can feel what you said, and I feel that there is really no real improvement if you continue to practice like this. If it's strength training, it's better to practice weightlifting." .”

Pang Xiaonan continued to explain: "You have fallen into a misunderstanding. You want to ensure that the iron ball does not shake around, but the purpose of our making this iron ball is to make it shake, and then we use our own strength to control its shaking. In this way, we can not only exercise our balance ability, but also practice the dark energy in the muscles and control the development of dark energy."

Pang Xiaonan imitated Zhao Sijiajia, folded his hands in front of his chest, and then walked back and forth like a crab, "Moving like you, balancing for the sake of balance, can only have a negative effect."

Withdrawing his posture, Pang Xiaonan walked in front of the big iron ball, turned his head and said to Zhao Sijiajia, "I'll show you how to use the iron ball for practice, you just watch it."

Pang Xiaonan worked with both hands, put his palm on the big iron ball, then shouted loudly, exerted strength with both hands, lifted the big iron ball into the air, quickly embraced the big iron ball with his arms, and held the big iron ball firmly in front of his chest .Then he flipped his arms, and the big iron ball jumped onto his two arms, and was supported by his arms in mid-air.

The big iron ball was dishonest, swinging back and forth on his arms, always trying to escape from his body, but was firmly controlled by him using his dark energy.

Then, Pang Xiaonan took a step forward with his left foot, and his right foot did not move at all. It was equivalent to just stretching out his left foot and relying on his right foot to be independent. , leaning firmly on Pang Xiaonan's chest.

Then, Pang Xiaonan lightly touched the ground with his left foot, and quickly raised his right foot. At this time, his whole body moved forward, the center of gravity changed, his body was no longer static, and the big iron ball began to shake, following Pang Xiaonan's right foot Stepping forward, the shaking of the big iron ball became bigger and bigger. Pang Xiaonan quickly raised his arms to control the shaking of the big iron ball until the big iron ball no longer wanted to move.

When the right foot was stabilized, the body was stabilized, and the big iron ball stopped shaking, Pang Xiaonan then stepped forward with his left foot. Then, Pang Xiaonan gently touched the ground with his left foot, and quickly lifted his right foot. At this time, his whole body was facing forward Moving, the center of gravity changed, the body was no longer stationary, the big iron ball began to shake, and as Pang Xiaonan's right foot moved forward, the shaking of the big iron ball became larger and larger, and Pang Xiaonan immediately burst into arms, Control the shaking of the big iron ball until the big iron ball is no longer about to move...

Going back and forth like this, Pang Xiaonan's footwork became more and more coherent, his steps became larger and wider, and his walking speed became faster and faster. Correspondingly, the shaking of the big iron ball became more and more violent. The dark force is also becoming more and more frequent and bigger, but it is just right to control the big iron ball from falling to the ground.

The big iron ball was on Pang Xiaonan's arms, fluctuating back and forth like waves. With the intensification of Pang Xiaonan's movement range, the force of this turbulent wave became more and more surging, and Pang Xiaonan had to concentrate and be on guard at all times. , for fear of accidentally shaking the waves to the ground.

And every time when the big iron ball seemed to leave Pang Xiaonan's body, Pang Xiaonan pulled the big iron ball back to his control just right, making Zhao Sijiajia, who was watching from the sidelines, experience a roller coaster-like mood.

After making two circles around the practice room, Pang Xiaonan let out a muffled groan, rolled his arms, and the big iron ball fell into his arms. He wrapped his arms around the big iron ball and stuck it on his abdomen.

Then, he bent his knees and squatted down, and slowly moved the big iron ball down to his thighs. Then, he let out a muffled grunt again, rolled the big iron ball forward, and moved it between his palms, relying on the support of his thighs And the clamping of the palms fixed the big iron ball.

Then, he continued to squat down slowly, and at the same time let go of his hands. The big iron ball fell from between his two palms, fell about a dozen centimeters high, bounced twice on the ground, and was finally caught by his two palms. Press down, the control is on the ground and it is still.

Pang Xiaonan took a few deep breaths, and after calming down, he walked to Zhao Sijiajia who was sitting on the bench, sat down, turned his head and said to Zhao Sijiajia, "Do you see clearly?"

Zhao Sijiajia nodded slowly, and said, "I see clearly. It is true that you practice like this to be effective."

"Well, then you can do as I did and practice again." Pang Xiaonan casually took off the towel hanging on the bench, and wiped the sweat off his face.He frowned, the towel had a damp musty smell, so he asked Zhao Sijiajia, "Why don't you wash this towel?"

Zhao Sijiajia got up and replied confidently: "This is your towel, not mine. Who told you to leave it here and ignore it? You have been away for so many days. It has been hanging here, of course it smells .”

Pang Xiaonan's villa is close to the sea, and it is very humid. In addition, he wiped his sweat with it when he was practicing. The sweat is mixed with the smell of sea water. After many days of fermentation, a special smell is naturally produced.

Hearing Zhao Sijiajia's explanation, Pang Xiaonan almost lost his temper. The behavior of this big star is really speechless.

Zhao Sijiajia followed Pang Xiaonan's pace and technique, and placed the small iron ball on her arms. Although she was a little powerless, she still insisted on walking a few steps, stopping for a while, and then walking a few more steps. It's very tiring, but compared to the previous practice method, it already feels a bit introductory.

Early in the morning, Zhao Sijiajia was about to collapse just from practicing the small iron ball, so she was not in the mood to practice against Pang Xiaonan again, so she could only collapse on the bench panting heavily, sweating profusely, ordering Pang Xiaonan weakly : "Go and get me some water, and by the way, give me another bowl of rice noodles..."

Pang Xiaonan was used to her behavior, and without arguing, she got up silently and walked towards the kitchen.

After breakfast, Zhao Sijiajia was sent away. It was already past eight o'clock in the morning. Pang Xiaonan went to the shower room to take a shower, then changed into dry clothes, went to the second floor with the spirit stone he cut last night, and went out. He opened the door and drove to the city.

Turning and turning, Pang Xiaonan came to the familiar place, which is the birthplace of the two iron balls practiced in the morning, the blacksmith's shop of the old blacksmith.The place he thought of last night where he could make flying knives was this dilapidated blacksmith shop.

After entering the door, Pang Xiaonan saw the old blacksmith lighting a fire, so he waved and said, "Good morning, old man."

The old blacksmith looked up and saw that it was Pang Xiaonan. He didn't stop what he was doing, he just asked with a smile: "Morning, kid. Why, you want to hit the iron ball again?"

Pang Xiaonan walked into the blacksmith's shop, grabbed a stool and sat down, watched the old blacksmith skillfully light the fire, and said, "This time I won't hit iron balls, I want to ask you to hit some throwing knives."

Soon, under the hands of the old blacksmith, a fire was blazing. The old blacksmith put down the fire tools, walked towards the place where Pang Xiaonan was sitting, picked up a chair and sat down.

"Flying knives?" The old blacksmith smiled, showing his yellow and black teeth, which are the traces of time left by long-term hookah smoking. "I don't think it's necessary to use flying knives here. There are ready-made ones for sale online."

The old blacksmith was right. General weapons are sold in online stores. Even those who have never used it before can sharpen their own knives very conveniently.

"Buying online is definitely not as good as making one yourself." Pang Xiaonan took out his piece of spirit stone and handed it to the old blacksmith, "Besides, my material is unique. , alloy, I don’t know how many times better.”

The old blacksmith took the spirit stone, looked at Pang Xiaonan suspiciously, then carefully sized up the strange stone, and stroked the black crystal with his hand.

"What kind of stone is this?" the old blacksmith asked curiously.

"I don't know either," Pang Xiaonan shook his head, pointing to the black crystal, "I only know that the black crystal has the characteristics of metal and can be polished, but it is not easy to break. It is indeed a good material for making flying knives. "

The old blacksmith handed back the spirit stone to Pang Xiaonan, and said, "No matter how good a stone is, it is still a stone, and its characteristics are different from metals. I think it would be terrible to use it as a throwing knife."

Pang Xiaonan looked at the old blacksmith puzzled, and said, "What's the difference? Isn't it just a flying knife? From my understanding, it's nothing more than a few processes of cutting and polishing. Say, it's not difficult, is it?"

The old blacksmith got up and walked to the wall where the water pipe was hung, took it down, walked back to his seat and sat down, saying: "The process is not difficult, but I am afraid that your material will not stand up to my polishing, and it will be wasted at that time." You will blame me."

When Pang Xiaonan heard this, he thought the same thing. Blacksmiths make a living by forging iron. This kind of polishing work may be a little scruples, but he thought about it again. Being careful is definitely not as good as the craftsmanship of the old blacksmith.

Thinking of this, Pang Xiaonan no longer hesitated, he put the spirit stone in front of the old blacksmith, and said with a smile: "Old man, you can just use this stone to make it, I don't blame you for wasting it."

Pang Xiaonan thought to himself that he still had two-thirds of the spirit stones in his hands, even if all the spirit stones here were wasted, the green hills would still be left, so why not let the old blacksmith do his best.

The old blacksmith silently glanced at Pang Xiaonan, and said: "Think about it, although I don't know your stone, but I think it must be very precious, and I feel a strange feeling when I touch it. You guessed right, this is a kind of stone that contains some kind of mysterious power, and I will really waste it by then, you should feel distressed."

"Don't feel bad, don't feel bad, just give it your all." Pang Xiaonan said that he didn't feel bad, but thinking that if this spirit stone really turned into scum, he still couldn't help feeling a little bit reluctant.

"Okay, then I'll take it first. Tell me, you want to make some throwing knives." The old blacksmith calmly lit the hookah and smoked the choking tobacco.

"I estimated the size, maybe seven." Pang Xiaonan measured the size last night, and designed the length and thickness of the throwing knife according to the shape of this one-third-sized spirit stone. The stone should be able to make seven or eight small flying knives.

"Okay, then I will fight according to the design of the seven knives." The old blacksmith took a puff of cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, and added, "But for your task this time, my fee will be higher Yes, because it takes a little more effort, I know you are not short of money, but I still have to make an agreement with you in advance."

The old blacksmith made iron balls for Pang Xiaonan before, and Pang Xiaonan didn’t counter the price at all when he quoted the price. Although Pang Xiaonan didn’t look like a rich man by looking at his clothes, young people who are willing to spend a lot of money to make mercury iron balls for practicing kung fu are definitely not poor. Boy, and judging by Pang Xiaonan's temperament and conversation, even if he is not a child of a family, he should be a master of money.

"Price is not a problem, old man, just put in more effort. I will carry this throwing knife with me. The quality must be guaranteed. It's best to be with me for decades." Pang Xiaonan's wishful thinking is good, this time Flying knives are different from firearms. Once a bullet is fired, it will be useless. However, this flying knife can be recycled. As long as it is not broken, it can be used for life.

After leaving the blacksmith shop, the sun was shining high above, and an old tree with luxuriant branches on the side of the road cast a mottled shadow. The cicadas on the tree were screaming tirelessly, making the caller feel irritable.

Pang Xiaonan took out his mobile phone to check the time, and found that it was almost time for dinner, so he thought of that unnamed shop, the restaurant owner with a scar on his face, that bowl of fried rice with endless aftertaste, and the fried rice with egg. , his taste buds began to twitch, and his mouth was full of saliva, "I have to eat another bowl of fried rice with eggs."

Thinking of this, Pang Xiaonan drove to the nameless shop. There were few cars and pedestrians on the street, because it was too hot and there was little rest time at noon, so there were very few people who came out to have lunch. Sitting in the air-conditioned office, picking up the mobile phone to order takeaway, and then comfortably waiting for the takeaway, taking a nap after eating the takeaway, a lazy noon passed.No one would go out to have a meal under the sun, and then drag their tired legs back to work, making them listless all afternoon.

Pang Xiaonan came to the vicinity of the unnamed shop very smoothly, because there is no parking next to the unnamed shop, so Pang Xiaonan parked his car in a parking space about 1 km away from the unnamed shop, and then walked slowly towards the unnamed shop .

However, as he got closer to the unnamed shop, Pang Xiaonan found that the situation was getting worse and worse. The people queuing up on the side of the road became denser and denser, first in twos and threes, and then slowly began to crowd. The further you walked, the denser the queue , and as far as he could see, Pang Xiaonan found that the people queuing up were either excluding others, or queuing up to enter the nameless shop.

Pang Xiaonan couldn't help asking a beautiful woman in line. This beauty came alone. She was dressed in a cool dress with a floral blended dress and a pair of flat sandals, revealing her snow-white calves. When Pang Xiaonan stepped forward, she He was listening to the song with earphones on, giving him a celestial appearance.

"Beauty," Pang Xiaonan approached cheekily, saw that the beauty didn't respond, and found that she was listening to a song, so he patted her on the shoulder, "What are you guys doing in line?"

Seeing someone patting her and asking her something, the beauty took off her earphones and asked back, "What did you say?"

Pang Xiaonan repeated it and said, "I mean, what are you guys doing in line?"

The beauty heard it clearly this time, and replied, "Didn't you see? We are queuing up for dinner."

Pang Xiaonan pointed to the long queue at the back, and asked again: "Is it that delicious? This... how many people line up?"

"You'll know after eating it." The beauty ignored Pang Xiaonan, put on headphones and continued listening to music.

Pang Xiaonan thought that if he took the initiative to strike up a conversation, he would win the favor of the beautiful woman. Obviously he was wrong. He was the kind of person who would not be impressed by others if he was placed in the crowd. The beautiful woman would rather listen to music than talk to him.

Pang Xiaonan walked to the side awkwardly, looking helplessly at the line that could not be seen at a glance, thinking that his good wish of coming to eat had come to nothing, but he did not expect that the boss did not lie to him, and the business was really good too.

"No, I can't come here in vain. I have to eat that bowl of egg fried rice." Thinking of this, Pang Xiaonan walked to the street opposite the nameless shop, found a milk tea shop, ordered a cup of milk tea casually, and sat down. Under the big sun umbrella on the side of the street, I leisurely looked at the people queuing up, gloated in my heart and said, "I don't want to go to work, I'll see how long you guys are queuing, I'll spend time with you!"

A cup of milk tea has bottomed out, and there is no more juice, and Pang Xiaonan's wishful thinking has come to nothing. It is almost 1:1 noon, but there are still people queuing up. It was not until [-]:[-] that the door of the nameless shop was empty. It was empty, at this time Pang Xiaonan's stomach was already rumbling with hunger, and the cup of milk tea made him dizzy.

Pang Xiaonan saw that there was no one in the nameless shop, so he walked slowly towards the shop with heavy steps.

As soon as he entered the door, he found that apart from two or three people who were still eating, the boss was still sitting at a small square table beside him and reading the newspaper. Pang Xiaonan went straight over, sat down next to the boss, and asked, "Boss, Do you have egg fried rice?"

The boss put down the newspaper slowly, looked at Pang Xiaonan silently, and said, "No more, it's sold out."

"Ah?" Pang Xiaonan almost dropped his face on the table. He waited for so long, but what he waited for was such a result. Is he going to starve to death here?

The boss seemed to recognize Pang Xiaonan, and said, "It's you, why did you come, don't rush to eat earlier."

Pang Xiaonan drooped his head, and said weakly: "I have come a long time ago, but there is such a long line in front of your door, I just want to wait until everyone else has finished eating, and then I will come in."

"Hehe," the boss smiled slightly, and the scar trembled a few times, "Then you are really unlucky. Today's business is really good. I haven't rested until now."

Originally, according to Pang Xiaonan's cultivation base, even if there is nothing in his stomach, he can still absorb some spiritual energy to replenish energy, but this is in a downtown area, the air in this downtown area is already dirty, so where does the spiritual energy come from? Going in will cause symptoms of poisoning, so he has been waiting for the boss's bowl of egg fried rice to replenish his strength, and it is also to fulfill his thoughts.

But his thoughts were in vain, he looked at the boss unwillingly, and asked: "Is there anything else to eat?" His eyes were full of expectation, expecting the boss to say a word: "Yes".

But once again his hope was in vain, the boss shook his head and said: "There is nothing left, all the leftovers have been eaten up."

"Isn't it?" Pang Xiaonan lowered his head, and this time he really dropped his head on the table.

"If you're really hungry, go to the canteen next door and buy a bundle of noodles, and I'll give you a bowl of noodles." Pang Xiaonan heard the boss's voice in a daze, he raised his head again, and suddenly A force surged up.

"Are you sure the noodles you ordered are better than instant noodles?" Pang Xiaonan wanted to confirm the boss's craftsmanship, otherwise he might as well go to the canteen to buy a bucket of instant noodles and soak them. Although the taste is a bit stronger, the taste is not bad.

"If you like instant noodles, go for it." The boss lifted the newspaper again and read it carefully.

"Okay, okay, I'll go buy it right away." Pang Xiaonan thought that there would be plenty of opportunities to eat instant noodles, but after traveling so far, he still wanted to taste the craftsmanship of the boss who had people lining up for ten miles.

There was a canteen two steps away, and Pang Xiaonan easily found dried noodles on the shelf inside. He randomly chose a bunch of the most expensive ones, paid the money and went back to the unnamed shop.

"Boss, I bought the noodles. Let's see if you can use them." Pang Xiaonan thought that since you have such a good craftsmanship, you should also have high requirements for the materials. This random bundle of noodles can make people aftertaste Does it taste?

The boss took a look at the noodles and said, "Let's make do, it's definitely not as good as rolling the noodles myself."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Pang Xiaonan's reaction, got up and went into the kitchen, and began to operate ping-pong-pong.

(End of this chapter)