Starting from the magnetic field martial arts, pushing across all realms

Chapter 117 116. The true meaning of martial arts and the ultimate secret of Iron Shirt

As if he was getting excited, Xia Yan started talking more and more. It was a sunny day, a calm night, an accident, a sight, a mistake.

So, so, so, so, and so on, as soon as he started talking, he started chattering endlessly.

Shaking his head helplessly, Bai Xing picked up the tea in his hand and ignored Xia Yan who was trapped in his own world. He took a sip of tea, then closed his eyes and continued to meditate.

Pan Yang, who was in the furnace, twisted his sour neck. He ignored Xia Yan, who was still talking to himself, and raised his head to look at the large transparent star hanging above the furnace. gem.

Although it has not been activated yet, Pan Yang's warrior's intuition has already helped him feel the huge amount of spiritual energy stored in it.

He was a little surprised, as he seemed to have never expected that an ordinary blacksmith from a weapons workshop could actually afford such a treasure.

This kind of thing that specifically stores spiritual energy for cultivation requires at least half a million extraordinary coins. It's no wonder Xia Yan is so happy.

But even if it only costs 30 yuan to pick up the leak, I can still spend 30 yuan to buy this one.
How much money did this guy make from me in those three months? !

Recalling the three months at that time, in order to surpass Bai Xing and sweep all directions in the simulated competition, he worked hard in the blacksmith shop for three months.

The forging of thousands of iron tools and the smelting of all kinds of strange metals made Pan Yang's heart harder than iron, and sometimes he even doubted whether he was just a hammer.

Often at this time, Xia Yan would come up and pat him on the shoulder, telling him, "Pan Yang, are you really going to stop here?!"

"You want to surpass the existence of Bai Xing, have you forgotten?!"

And when he heard about these chicken soups, his blood was boiling. He wanted to hit him with two or three more big knives, so that he would forget to eat and sleep, and would be confused day and night.

"Pan Yang never dares to forget his words for a moment!"

Then they hit the iron and let Xia Yan drink tea leisurely and relaxedly.

Memories emerged, and Pan Yang finally discovered that something was wrong. It turned out that he was used as a free coolie by Xia Yan for three months, and the reward was only an arm armor? !

Even if it were made with the black iron that Xia Yan said starts at one thousand extraordinary coins per kilogram, it would be a big loss. After all, the monthly income of a three-star extraordinary person announced by the association can reach [-] extraordinary coins a month.

No wonder I have money and visit auction houses every day. It turns out that I regard myself as a black slave.

Thinking of this, and then listening to Xia Yan's proud words about picking up a lost gem, an unknown fire inexplicably started to burn in Pan Yang's heart.

"Repay me three months' hard-earned money!"

The jet-black metal coat exuded a strange luster, and it instantly covered Pan Yang's body driven by true energy.

His own martial arts essence also began to surge crazily at this moment, and continued to surge towards the metal coat that had completely filled the body surface as if it was free of money.

As the martial arts essence poured into it, the metal coat became increasingly rich and black at this time, like a black hole that was constantly devouring the martial arts essence pouring into it.

"Not enough, still not enough!" A hint of dissatisfaction appeared on Pan Yang's solemn expression, and he gritted his teeth and opened the acupoints all over his body.

"Aura, give it to me!" He put a trace of his spiritual energy into the gem and felt the richness of the aura in it, which made Pan Yang's body even more eager.

"boom!"

With a blast of air, blue light began to flicker on the transparent gem.

Then, it was like a downpour, with countless water droplets flowing from the transparent blue gem toward the inside of the furnace.

Opening his eyes, Bai Xing looked at the water droplets flowing into the furnace below, feeling the high concentration of spiritual energy in them, and couldn't help but look sideways at them.

"Did this thing really only cost 30?"

Seeing Bai Xing's question coming from behind him, Xia Yan also scratched his head. As early as when Pan Yang was communicating with the gem, he had stopped chattering.

Seeing the extremely concentrated spiritual energy raindrops in front of me, I was a little stunned. "I bought it within a week. Although I knew there was a lot of spiritual energy in it, I didn't expect there to be so much."

Seeing Xia Yan saying this, Bai Xing shook his head and couldn't help but secretly thought, "It's a pity to give him this thing."

The splashing water droplets gathered into streams of water and irrigated them from the top of Pan Yang's head.

Breathing out a breath of spiritual energy, Pan Yang's eyes were even more surprised. Having personally experienced the magical effects of gems in it, he could intuitively feel that the furnace was now filled with spiritual energy.

It can be said that every breath he takes is full of spiritual energy, not to mention the spiritual liquid that drips onto his body and is absorbed by the acupoints and converted into true essence.

His fists were slightly clenched. Since there was so much spiritual energy contained in the gem, he didn't have to be polite. He even pushed up his whole body to start converting the spiritual energy.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.
Pan Yang in the furnace did not move at all, as if he had disappeared, but only the spiritual liquid that was constantly being consumed was foreshadowing the actions of the person inside it to the two of them.

Suddenly, a flame burst out from the furnace, and the cold furnace was instantly ignited with fierce flames.

The flames burned brightly, lighting up the entire workshop, and made a whistling sound as the air flowed.

Immediately afterwards, the entire weapons workshop suddenly filled with heavy fog, and a vast white blanket enveloped the entire shop.

After taking a breath of mist, Xia Yan smacked his mouth. The familiar smell was clearly the droplets of spiritual liquid that had been evaporated into spiritual mist under the flames.

Nothing could be seen clearly in the white mist, except for the red light that was glowing in the direction of the furnace.

"Tsk" clicked his tongue. Bai Xing knew without guessing that this mist must have been created by Pan Yang to show off his strong character.

A smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he guided a little bit of the dark substance into his hand, quietly increasing the suction force.

The next moment, the fog in the entire blacksmith shop was rushing towards Bai Xing like it was free of money, gradually returning the surrounding visibility to normal.

With his eyes narrowed, Xia Yan seemed to have never imagined Bai Xing's move. Not knowing the existence of dark matter, he thought Bai Xing had sucked up all the spiritual energy in an instant.

How outrageous is this talent?

But before he had time to think too much, Pan Yang's figure gradually emerged from the flames burning around him.

At this moment, his body surface was like an iron ingot being heated up. While burning with flames, it was still emitting a blazing red light. The red steam rising continuously showed its own high heat.

Pan Yang's expression was full of confidence and excitement, his eyes were shining with blazing light, and the flames around his body were like ribbons, and then he walked towards Xia Yan with rhythmic steps, like a proud and confident overlord!
Looking at the man in front of him, admiration flashed in Xia Yan's eyes. Ignoring his expression of wanting to be beaten, Xia Yan said excitedly, "I knew, Pan Yang, you were born to be a good forger!"

Stretching his hands forward, it seemed as if he didn't feel any warmth at all, just like that, he stretched his bare hands into Pan Yang's flames.He didn't even use his skill of carapace generation, and just pressed it directly on Pan Yang's red and hot body.
There was a subtle flash in Bai Xing's eyes. He also experienced the temperature of the flames on Pan Yang's body last night. The extremely high temperature could be said to make it impossible for him to stay in contact with Pan Yang for a long time.

It can be said that Xia Yan pressed directly on the body surface where the temperature was higher, which can be said to be completely incredible.

Pan Yang was even more confused. The temperature on his body could be said to be much higher than last night. Even his current strength could be said to have greatly improved under the washing of the spiritual fluid just now. .

Compared to last night, he was at least half as strong as Liu Suifeng.

If he met that ice player again, Pan Yang could beat him up with one hand.

But even though he was so strong now, the temperature on his body could not even burn Xia Yan's skin. This made him a little confused.

Withdrawing his hand from Pan Yang, Xia Yan shook it, dissipating the heat from his hand into the air, and then pondered for a moment. Looking at the confused Pan Yang in front of him, Xia Yan came to his own conclusion.

"Are you talking about the possibility? In fact, you have understood the true meaning of martial arts. The emergence of the true meaning of martial arts has just heated the metal coat formed by your iron cloth shirt, so it is so red and hot."

He shook his head, but with his own flames, he asked himself that he could still see what it was with his eyesight. What's more, except for his master, no one in the world understood Iron Shirt better than him!

Xia Yan also found it a bit unbelievable, but took it for granted. After all, with Pan Yang's talent, it would be a pity if he failed to master the true meaning of martial arts.

After swallowing, Pan Yang didn't seem to expect that he had mastered this thing.

As a warrior, how could he not know the true meaning of martial arts?

The true meaning of martial arts is a realm that transcends the material level. It is not only the mastery of martial arts, but also the cultivation and achievement of a spiritual level.

Among the hundreds of warriors in the three-star spiritual martial realm who are like crucian carp crossing the river, it can be said that it is difficult for even one warrior to master the true meaning of martial arts to appear.

There are even many people who have reached the five-star realm but have not yet mastered this strange technique.

Pan Yang controlled the flames all over his body with great interest. Watching them floating around in the air, he became even more excited.

"But your true meaning seems imperfect?" As if to verify something, Xia Yan slapped Pan Yang with both hands.

As sudden as ever, Pan Yang still failed to react this time.

"boom."

Invisible air currents rippled everything around him, and all the flames around Pan Yang dissipated in the air under this palm.

Without the blessing of the flame, Pan Yang's fiery body also dimmed at this moment, and then turned black again.

Not expecting Xia Yan's move, Pan Yang was a little distracted for a moment, controlling the flames as he pleased. He didn't have time to play more.

"Okay, if you really mastered it, then try again now."

After coming back to his senses, Pan Yang nodded, yes, if he mastered the true meaning of martial arts, he should be able to use it as he pleased.

"I'll try again." After saying this, Pan Yang turned around and wanted to walk back into the furnace, but was held tightly by Xia Yan.

"You kid, what does the true meaning of martial arts have to do with spiritual energy?!" Xia Yan, who couldn't laugh or cry, had no choice but to grab Pan Yang's arm and pull him back.

Haha, Pan Yang would not admit that he wanted to take a dip in the spiritual liquid bath again, but there is one thing to say, this spiritual liquid bath is really refreshing, and the absorption just now, his physical fitness Just jumped up a lot.

Pan Yang's thoughts could be seen at a glance. Bai Xing also nodded slightly behind the two of them. After all, just after he inhaled, the aura transformed from the dark matter made him improve a lot.

"Ahem" coughed twice, and Pan Yang stopped playing tricks.

He just stood there and started brewing, but the constipated expression on his face had already betrayed his current situation of having more than enough power but not enough heart.

Frowning, Xia Yan shouted, "Pan Yang, think of the most angry thing about you!"

"anger?"

"The angriest thing?"

He kept muttering the word "angry" in his mouth.

During the battle last night, just when he was in the furnace, the flames seemed to be generated due to his own mentality.

Yes, he realized clearly that if he wanted to fully grasp the true meaning of his martial arts, which was like a fire, the first thing he needed was a heart like a fire!
"Xia Yan, I fucking fucked you, a bitch capitalist!"

A loud shout like thunder sounded in Pan Yang's mouth. Being treated as a black slave by Xia Yan was undoubtedly the most angry thing for him recently.

It seemed that he did not expect that Pan Yang would actually say such words. Xia Yan was shocked to the spot for a moment, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

But seeing the flames that were constantly burning on Pan Yang's body, Xia Yan could only smile helplessly. After all, he was indeed not very kind.

Just pick something from the warehouse and give it to him later.

Flames surrounded Pan Yang's body like ribbons, but there was no red vapor emitting, and his body remained normal.

Embarrassingly giving Xia Yan a haha, Pan Yang controlled the flames to circle in the sky twice. After the excitement passed, his expression looked slightly disappointed.

"What? You don't seem satisfied?" Seeing Pan Yang's behavior, Xia Yan spoke to Pan Yang with a half-smile.

"Hehe" laughed awkwardly, Pan Yang scratched his head and expressed his inner thoughts.

"Actually, I thought I had mastered the ultimate secret of the Iron Shirt."

"The ultimate mystery?"

"Well, it is said that Iron Buyer has mastered it to such an extent." Hearing Xia Yan's doubts, Pan Yang also started talking. There is absolutely no one in the world who understands Iron Buyer better than him!

But before he finished speaking, Xia Yan was the first to speak, "Does it mean that if you practice to a certain level, your body will produce blazing flames? Then you will transform into a flame war god and kill all the evil in the world?"

"Ok?"

A trace of shock flashed across Pan Yang's face. Someone who knew Ironcloth Shirt better than him appeared!
(End of this chapter)