Zhang Xiaohan knew that this matter had nothing to do with Mo Shaohan, and she couldn't be angry with Mo Shaohan just because he was an immortal, but Zhang Xiaohan also knew that she needed time to adjust herself.
Zhang Xiaohan focused all his attention on calcination.
The fire burned the iron red, the fire faded, and Zhang Xiaohan picked up the sledgehammer.
She didn't know if she was calcining the iron or venting her anger, she picked up the sledgehammer again and again, she didn't want to stop, she didn't think about anything, she didn't think about anything, she just looked at the red-hot iron in front of her, and there was only one thought in her heart, that is, to become stronger.
Dangdangdang The sound of hammer strikes one after another, as if it fell on everyone's hearts, their hearts couldn't help beating with the sound of hammer hits, this nun who had just been almost assassinated, a nun with eyes as clear as water, at this time, like a battle goddess, holding a heavy sledgehammer, with a power that none of their men dared to believe, hammer after hammer down.
They were all monks, the same as the female cultivator in front of them, and even higher than the cultivation of this female cultivator, but when they thought back to her clear eyes and watched her sledgehammer fall, their hearts began to feel uncomfortable.
In all fairness, there are only a few people who are afraid of Shuangsha, most of them have an attitude that it is not about themselves, or they also have the idea of taking advantage of the fire to rob in their hearts, if Shuangsha kills Zhang Xiaohan, they will kill Shuangsha again, and what they get is double benefits.
It's normal to think like this in the world of cultivating immortals, but why do you feel guilty when you are stared at by those clear eyes.
He Shuihe looked at Zhang Xiaohan from Mo Shaohan, from the time he knew the name Zhang Xiaohan, he didn't look down on her, he admitted that she had a good chance, but he was attached to the female cultivator of the Mu family in Lingxiao City when he came out of the auction hall, and he looked down on her from the bottom of his heart.
It's too anxious, there are so many immortals, how many cultivation resources can be exchanged for it, enough for her to cultivate to the early stage of refining, so she went directly to the immortal Mu family, and it was too obvious that she was eager to rely on the immortals to find a backer.
Later, he didn't believe in the retreat alchemy that came out of the Mu family, and he didn't refute it in his mouth, but he sneered in his heart, how could it be possible, how could a female cultivator with a lot of wealth in her hands not practice and learn how many turns of alchemy He had long forgotten about Zhang Xiaohan, until he came to Heavenly Frost City and heard that entering the Ancient Secret Land was the scene of an auction.
Even if she is attached to the immortals, when she should be pushed out to be a substitute for the dead ghost, doesn't she have to rush up or offend one of the Mu family However, when all the monks hesitated, the first person to fly to the ancient secret land was Zhang Xiaohan, and her faint and slightly delicate back left a deep impression on him, and at that moment, he suddenly thought that he had seen it wrong.
The second time, another back, equally delicate, but straight, step by step unhurried back, is getting higher and higher in his line of sight.
This is the third time, not exactly the back, but the silhouette, a hand that should not pick up the hammer to hold the hammer firmly, a delicate and charming figure who leans on the male cultivator but leans on himself.
He was wrong, he really saw it wrong, and he had mixed feelings in his heart, and finally turned into admiration.
He slowly grasped the sledgehammer in his hand, since he had chosen this path, he would inevitably go on, for himself, for the identity of the ascended monk.
Gradually, the sound in the shop became sparse, and their arms were sore after picking up the hammer for a long time, and they would choose to leave the tavern to replenish their food at times like this, but when they thought of the scene when the giant hammer had just fallen, they couldn't eat it even if they were weak.
The monks who stopped to stand and rest took turns tapping their arms on each other with their hands, looking at Zhang Xiaohan in more and more disbelief, and since she had picked up the sledgehammer after she was attacked, she had not stopped, repeating the same movements with the same frequency.
How many times is hundreds of strokes, how can she have such strength, how can her slender arms have such lasting strength.
All the hammers stopped, all the eyes were condensed, and they counted for Zhang Xiaohan in their hearts, starting from when they stopped.
In such a gaze, He Shuihe and Mo Shaohan also stopped, Mo Shaohan's eyes were worried, he knew that Zhang Xiaohan was depressed in his heart, and he knew that Zhang Xiaohan was venting his anger by striking iron.
But Zhang Xiaohan was completely immersed in the rhythm of striking iron, and she had forgotten everything around her.
No one can remember how many hits Zhang Xiaohan hit, the iron on the furnace has become flattened, suddenly, the hammer in the giant's hand stopped, he looked sideways at Zhang Xiaohan, his eyes flashed with joy. bite With a heavy hammer, there seemed to be a soft sound in Zhang Xiaohan's mind, which woke her up from the forging process at once, and it took her a while to completely wake up from her addiction, and saw that all eyes were focused on her, and on one side of the head, the giant also stared at him.
"Experiencer, you have completed the experience, please accept my respect."
The giant was bending down to Zhang Xiaohan, Zhang Xiaohan watched this scene in surprise, before she had time to say anything, she only felt a burst of dizziness, and when she stood firm with her eyes open, in front of her, the figure of another giant was condensing.
"Haha, he is worthy of being the inheritor of the Celestial Clan, even if he is sealed with spiritual power and divine sense, he is the strongest" The giant laughed and praised.
The spiritual power returned to the body at this moment, and between the flow of spiritual power, the soreness in the body disappeared in an instant, Zhang Xiaohan was just about to give a salute, but when he raised his hand, he found that his right hand was still holding a hammer.
This is the hammer she used to strike iron, only much smaller, but between the waves of her hand, the familiar feeling is in the palm of her hand.
"Senior, how can the junior finish it" Zhang Xiaohan didn't understand yet, and looked at the hammer in his hand, which had shrunk several sizes.
"No," the giant's voice was slightly reproachful.
Zhang Xiaohan recalled her process in the third level, from straining all her strength to slump on the ground, to gradually using the strength of her whole body muscles, to just now, she couldn't remember how many times she picked up the hammer and hit it continuously, only remembered that she was immersed in a wonderful feeling and didn't feel too tired.
Is this how it feels, do you mobilize the strength of the muscles of the whole body, but they are monks, as long as they have spiritual power, why should they use the power of the body Could it be that the use of spiritual power can also be combined with the body, so what?
She thought of the power of the giant, and remembered that every muscle in her body seemed to be evenly transmitting power to her arms when she picked up the hammer, and if such power was combined with spiritual power on cssrendbtngt recommendation votes and monthly passes, your support was my greatest motivation.
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