Eternal Immortal King

"Lianxin pays homage to my benefactor." Bai Lian's body was slightly to the side and bowed to Tang Ao. The movements were generous and generous. At this time, Bai Lian's heart had already been bumped against the deer, and her ears and heels were already red.

"Yeah! You are here, you can be safe all the way!" Tang Ao waved his hand, and after a few polite words with her, he turned to Song Hetong and went straight to the subject, "Old man, the deity is finished, don't say, "The Breath-holding Jue" is pretty good. So, this whole body has added nearly ten thousand jin of strength!"

With that, Tang Ao stepped into the inner hall. At this moment, Song Hetong was like a thin, lousy old man, except for those twinkling eyes that flashed occasionally. That sturdy energy rushed into the sky, and the momentum of fighting against heaven and earth would be gone.

Song Hetong looked at Tang Ao’s surprised eyes, coughed a few times, and said hoarsely, “The Breath-holding Jue has been practiced to the extreme, and you can change your appearance and voice at will. Compared with the increased strength of ten thousand kilograms, this must be more practical. High, you can save a lot of trouble in the future."

Tang Ao nodded and said yes, looking eager to try, "Then let's continue! I have practiced all night and want to try the results."

"Okay! Let's go!" Song Hetong ordered people to settle Bai Lianxin and went to the small cottage with Tang Ao.

Compared to yesterday, Tang Ao ran the "Breath-holding Technique" with his arms pulled quickly, leaving only a phantom in the eyes of ordinary people, quickly reaching the temperature to melt the black stone.

The charcoal flame burned the crucible, and the bright red flame reflected the small hut as if it were in magma. The surrounding temperature soared, and it took a few quarters of an hour to reach the situation where it can be dried by sprinkling water.

After Tang Ao pulled it hundreds of times, he was already sweating, and his eyes were almost blinded by sweat. Although there are cheats that can lower the body's temperature, it is only a drop in the bucket.

Tang Ao even wanted to freeze himself with "Ice Crystal Sword" and enjoy the icy cold feeling.

"it is good!"

Soon it was the time when Zhenyue Wujin separated, Tang Ao's muscles suddenly tightened when he heard the good words. A gleam of light flashed through his eyes, recording the shape of the flame at that moment, and at the same time the arm was fast and slow, and the rhythm was even and briskly pulling the bellows.

"Shit! Shit!"

With every agitation, the huge box body turned into a dull grunt, blowing the airflow into the blast furnace continuously. Soon, a basket of black stones was smelted, and a piece of Ujin slightly smaller than an adult fist was precipitated.

"How? How do you feel?" Song Hetong asked about Tang Ao's physical condition, and at the same time poured another basket of black stones into the pot. "Compared with yesterday, your speed is three or four times faster, and the natural smelting speed is also It has speeded up a lot. I believe that in these three days or so, all Zhenyue Wujin can be refined."

"Okay!" Tang Ao didn't say much, and worked hard. All should be a practice, a tempering of the flesh and patience.

In the next three days, apart from eating, drinking and sleeping, Tang Ao immersed himself in Song Hetong's small hut, bowing his head and pulling the bellows.

At the same time, he exercised his control of vitality. After a few games, Tang Ao gradually corrected his habit of using vitality greatly, precisely controlling every inch and every trace of vitality, no more, no less.

At the same time, as the fit between himself and the "breath-holding tactic" gradually improved, Tang Ao's physical strength once again increased by about five thousand jin. Now he doesn't need any help. Tang Ao almost exists in the same realm with his physical body alone, not to mention those mental methods and life souls that can increase his strength.

Bai Lianxin came several times midway and gave some cakes and tea. She was afraid to disturb the two of them, so she hurried away.

"Boy, what do you think of our family?"

Song Hetong looked strange and asked Tang Ao's opinion about Xin'er.

Tang Ao poured himself into the fire, not paying attention to the meaning of Song Hetong's words, and said without hesitation, "Very good! Beautiful and capable. It is not easy to support a family alone!"

"Yes! So, how about I plan to marry her to you?"

"Oh! Oh? Ah~" Tang Ao's face changed three kinds of looks at this moment, from confusion, to doubt, to panic.

"What the old man is joking, I have a family. You marry your granddaughter to me, don't you want to suffer. Anyway, it's your own granddaughter, don't push her into the fire pit."

"It's all right! If you don't marry, you won't marry. Look at you panic." Song Hetong glanced at Tang Ao contemptuously, "Today there is the last basket, and you can get the thousand-year cold ice spring at night after the exercise."

"Okay!" Tang Ao couldn't help but relax when he heard that it was the last basket. Although his strength has increased a lot in the past few days, this long-term, high-intensity, high-pressure work has made Tang Ao a lot more sensitive recently.

As soon as I heard the applause of others, this hand twitched unconsciously, and kept doing pulling and pushing movements, and couldn't stop myself.

"Fuck!"

As the last piece of Wujin was separated out, the two of Tang Ao let out a deep breath. The ten big baskets Zhenyue Heishi only extracted a quantity slightly larger than an adult human head.

Looking at the ten small pieces of Zhenyue Wujin in front of him, Tang Ao was a little amused, "After working hard for these few days, there are only so many things?"

"No! Although the amount is small, this small piece of condensed is the essence of Zhenyue Black Stone, which is extremely heavy. The divine soldiers refined from them do not have the power of ten thousand jins, and there is no possibility of lifting them. Not to mention waving and performing moves!"

"So amazing!" Tang Ao was taken aback, raised his hand to grab a piece, it was so heavy, he only grabbed one piece with a force of two or three thousand jin. Tang Ao suddenly thought that when Wu Jin was first precipitated, Song Hetong picked it up and easily played with Wu Jin in his hands. For the first time, Tang Ao felt that he couldn't see the person in front of him.

"Okay! Prepare for a while, and I will tell you how to go underground to get the Thousand-Year Ice Spring." Song Hetong returned Tang Aola, who was lost in thought and shock.

"The cold ice spring is underground? Where is the entrance?" Tang Ao asked curiously.

"Come with me! Tell you as you walk!" Song Hetong greeted him, and saw Tang Ao following him and continued, "Han Bingquan is in the well behind the workshop."

"well?"

"Yes! After you go down for a while, you will feel very cold. Don't use your energy to resist it. When you feel that you are not working, you are about to be frozen. At this time, you will run the "breath-holding tactic" taught by the old man. This is Your last step of adding 20,000 catties.

This tests your endurance and grasp of subtle changes. There is a door on the edge of the bottom of the well. After entering, the thousand-year-old ice spring is inside. be careful. "

"Okay!" Tang Ao nodded and slowly slid down the shaft wall, and a dilapidated wooden door appeared in front of him.