Strongest Abandoned Immortal

Chapter 42 The Innate Blacksmith
The headache was splitting, and the limbs were limp as if someone had pulled them out of the bones. The feeling of exhaustion of spiritual energy made Wen Shu feel scared after thinking about it for a while.

After refining all the Lingsu in one go, the talisman fire in the dantian shrank to the size of firewood.The word "fire" on the five spirit circle also turned gray.

The fire root in the body lost its vitality, like a dry stream.

It took several days for Wenshu to recover from the exhaustion of spiritual energy and the refinement of spiritual millet. Thinking about it afterwards, she felt a little throbbing. The monster monkey warned her that the exhaustion of spiritual energy is like a crippled spiritual root, a serious injury, and death In severe cases, the soul will be damaged and wiped out.

What made her dumbfounded was that she tried her best to play with her life, and in the end she "drank" the refined Lingsu syrup by herself.

The refined spirit millet syrup, with the sweet smell of freshly ground rice paste, injected some vitality into her spirit roots that were on the brink of exhaustion.

He said it was "drink", but he didn't have time to taste it carefully. The lingsu juice was forcefully poured in by the monster monkey with his teeth opened. In a daze, Wen Shu saw a pair of restless eyes.

Is he worried about her?
"Humans who are struggling, I will return those two broken books to you. Remember that every few days, you need to refine the spirit millet. The refined spirit pulp is used to adjust breath and recover." Only then did Wenshu know that refining the spirit millet It's just a way for her to strengthen her control over Huo Yuan.

Excessive refinement has gained some points. Not only did Wenshu learn how to refine and eat Lingsu, but it also gave her a breakthrough in controlling the fireball technique, allowing her to eject two fireballs at a time.

Although the fire condensed by the Xuanlong fire talisman is the most common talisman fire, it was ingested by Wenshu because it condensed the blood essence of Liu Guang, a Qi training monk.

After being refined by the magic circle, the temperature is higher than that of ordinary fire. It is not a problem to boil water instantly. Under Wen Shu's control, even ordinary knives will turn into liquid iron under the burning of the fireball.

Although the fireball technique is powerful, it also has a big bottleneck.

The spiritual roots in Wen Shu's body are still small, even if there is a treasure land like Bodhi Immortal Mansion, the spiritual power that can be absorbed is very limited.Is there any place in Huizhen where I can buy spirit stones? When the fire cloud stones are exhausted, every time Wen Shu finishes practicing fireball, she can only recover her fire spirit by breathing.

Fortunately, Wen Shu is in the process of cultivation, and she has a shallow mind and a calm mind. After she ejected four fireballs, it took a stick of incense to breathe and breathe.

After more than half a month of nourishment by the aura of the Immortal Mansion, the iron heart orchids in the ground began to bloom and bear fruit.The fruit of the Iron Heart Orchid is different from its flower body, and several jade finger-sized nuts are crystal clear like snow crystals.

After saving two of them as seeds, Wen Shu used a talisman to refine the plant of Iron Heart Orchid, and successfully extracted a bottle of iron heart Orchid's puree.

It's just that when refining the fruit of the iron heart orchid, the rune fire has no effect on it.Wen Shu speculated in her heart that it might be that the strength of the talisman fire was not enough to melt the fruit of Iron Heart Youlan.

After reading the "Encyclopedia of Lingcao", Wen Shu is even more looking forward to Wang Baoshi's return to Huizhen as soon as possible. The spiritual grass has limited preservation effect.Right now, she urgently needs to buy a batch of boxes that can be used to preserve the spirit grass and the demon pills proposed by the monster monkey.

During the few days that Wenshu waited eagerly for Wang Baoshi, the things that had been stuck in her mind happened one after another.

One afternoon, Liu Guang and Lan Fei appeared at the Little Longevity Inn.

After the two entered the door, they ordered some food and asked some seemingly insignificant matters before paying the bill and leaving.

Wenshu, who was helping behind the house, didn't know about the two people from Luoyemen coming to the door. Yue Wenhan, who was helping to check out in front of the store, recognized that Lan Fei was Li Huojie's fairy teacher, and told his sister as an interesting story of.

After Wen Shu got the news, she considered for a moment and made a decision.

It was night, and the residents of Huizhen, as usual, turned off the lights and went to bed after a day of hard work.

On the Qingshi Street of the small town, the moonlight is like gauze, dragging the shadows of the trees on both sides into long silhouettes.

In the unremarkable blacksmith shop on the corner of the street, the ding-ding-dong-dong sound of hammers resounded through the narrow alley like an old-fashioned song full of charm.

Under the arm of Uncle Tie, the bellows made the sealed buffalo hide slack and bulge continuously, and the wind blowing into the forging furnace was continuous.

On the shiny forging furnace that was smoked by charcoal fire, the iron embryos on the tongs were burnt into a dazzling red.

The oil lamp in the room swayed, and Uncle Tie, who was sweating profusely, did not dare to move. Before his legs were disabled, he was a martial artist who had stepped into the realm of congenital status. A man who came in like a ghost lurked in and stood behind him. How can I not know.

"It's been a while, Uncle Tie," said a hoarse, male-feminine voice.

"Who are you?" Uncle Tie held the tongs tightly in his hand, turned around, and looked directly at the man in coir raincoat.

After the pit was abandoned, the two immortal masters from Luoyemen had already come to inquire one after another. After listening to their description, Uncle Tie decided that the man in coir raincoat must be a native of Huizhen, but whether she is Liu from Xiaochangsheng Inn Cook, that's not sure.

"It doesn't matter who I am, you just need to remember that I risked your family's Tie Dan's life in exchange for it." On that day, if Wen Shu hadn't replaced Tie Dan and brought two Taoist priests from Luoyemen into the mountain , instead of the iron egg entering the mountain, his life is bound to be in danger.

"The guest's words are wrong. You retreated completely and got benefits from the two immortal masters. Tie Guaizi doesn't owe you any more." Years of forging made Uncle Tie's muscles all over his body. Like a small hill, he has accumulated enough strength. Although his legs are lame, he is still like a bloodthirsty hound, ready to stick out his fangs at any time.

Regardless of whether she is Liu Yin or not, how can an acquired martial artist who can't hide her breath be able to bear him.

The oil lamp in the lamp and the coal fire on the forge were extinguished at the same time.

The spring night was long, and the blacksmith shop was a bit chilly.

A few drops of lava-like molten iron, like red oil on a candlestick, dripped to the ground, and the hot molten iron condensed into iron beads on the ground.

When the lights and charcoal fire were extinguished, a ball of fire burned in the palm of the coir raincoat man. In her palm, the small dagger from Uncle Tie melted into soft wax.

What melted was the iron dagger, but the fire seemed to hit the iron tree's backbone, instantly devouring his fighting spirit.A martial artist who is good at close combat can run rampant in front of ordinary people, but in front of monks who are good at fireball, it is like a pebble hitting a rock.

Uncle Tie shivered, "You're not Liu Yin, she's just a warrior, you... you're a cultivator?"

"It's useless to say more, I came here today to ask you to cast it," Wen Shu put away the fireball in her palm, and the purpose of deterring has been achieved.

"Based on the cultivation level of the immortal master, utensils made of betel nut iron are no longer suitable for use. The iron prisoner is incompetent. I beg the immortal master to find someone else wise." Seeing the man in coir raincoat put away the fireball, Uncle Tie loosened his grip on the tongs Loose.

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