In the troubled times of the ten directions, the Martial Saint in the world!

In Chapter 11, there is a cold and mysterious ice!
The scorching steam gradually subsided.

Chen Xiu exhaled slowly.

At this moment, his feeling is very strange.

Between the warm blood, there is an icy chill, and a faintly lingering aura lingering around her body.

This qi seems to come from within the body.

With every gesture, it is enough to burst out, and the power is far better than before!
"You, wouldn't you have already cultivated your internal energy?"

Han Hu looked at Chen Xiu's rather weird behavior with complicated eyes, and finally couldn't help but speak.

Internal gas?

Chen Xiu frowned, and said softly: "Xiu really doesn't know. I still hope Master Han will give me advice!!!"

How could he not even know this?

How long has he practiced?

How do you feel, like a newcomer who has just come into contact with practice?

Han Hu's eyes flickered with doubts, and he spoke slowly:
"Blood refinement is complete, giving birth to a mouthful of pure blood. The Vajra Realm uses qi to stimulate blood, and penetrates all parts of the body, warming and transforming one by one. There are five layers, which are the 'five gates' in the world's population."

"From the outside to the inside, the skin membrane, muscles, bone marrow, and the deepest internal organs, finally reach the whole body, and the inner qi turns into a gang!"

"If not, how long will it take to refine the depths only by boxing?"

Chen Xiu nodded thoughtfully.

"Brother Chen, the cultivation of inner qi requires a special book of exercises." Han Hu said something in his words, pretending to be mysterious: "There are not many people who have books in this Tianye Mansion."

"It just so happens that Mr. Han has one or two copies. I don't know Brother Chen, but are you interested?"

Chen Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly, and said lightly:
"What are the conditions?"

Han Hu laughed, and hooked Chen Xiu's shoulder pretending to be friendly: "Brother Chen, it really suits my taste, it's refreshing enough!"

During the speech, I naturally lowered my voice: "It's troublesome, but it's not troublesome. As long as Brother Chen can arrange a few people to work in the Dahei prison mansion for me, the secret book will be offered with both hands!"

Employment?

Chen Xiu's eyes froze suddenly!
What they are plotting is the Great Black Prison?

It's just that the huge thirty-six giant bandits in the Northland have a huge momentum.

The small Tianye Mansion and the big black prison, where sinners are held!

What is it that deserves their concern?
"It's not urgent. You go back and think about it."

As Han Hu said, he passed a thin roll of incomplete text in his hand, and said confidently: "Brother Chen, after reading it carefully, you will know that the exercises in my hands are precious."

After finishing speaking, he let go of his hand, and said in a loud voice: "Little ones, prepare a bad horse and a good knife that has been tempered! Send brother Chen back to the house!"

Chen Xiu rode a black bad horse, stroked the brand-new Yanling Saber in his hand, and said to himself: "It is indeed a good sword! The thirty-six giant bandits in the Northland really have something."

"Chen Butou, you have a lot of style! Old man, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

Slightly mocking words sounded, bringing Chen Xiu back to his senses.

On the side of the government office, there are already yamen servants waiting on a special trip.

The leader was an old man in soap clothes who was about sixty years old and had a long beard.

Chen Xiu raised his eyebrows slightly, it was Mr. Li from the government office who greeted him personally.

It seems that what I do is very popular with Mr. Zhou.

"Chen Butou did a good job. Mr. Zhou is very happy, and I hereby let the old man lead me to the warehouse to receive the reward." The old man nodded rather arrogantly, and walked towards the depths on his own.

creak-

The dilapidated copper door was slowly pushed open, and a mildew-like corrosive atmosphere came oncoming.

The huge warehouse is full of dust.

Thick cobwebs, covered with mottled old objects.

As soon as the footsteps fall, you can feel the pungent dust going straight to the bottom of your heart.

"Sure enough, it's exactly as I thought. It's all old stuff, but it's according to my plan." Chen Xiu raised his lips slightly and stepped straight into it.

Thick dust splashed all over.

Hmph, he is a fool in the lower city.

I really expected to find a baby.

Master Li dismissed it with disdain in his heart.

If it wasn't for Master Zhou's order, how could he be here?
There is no oil or water at all.

"No! No! Still no!"

Chen Xiu's face gradually turned ugly.

Could it be that there is nothing spiritual in this warehouse?
Suddenly, when the fingers stroked, the pupils lit up:
[Tribute: Broken Pill Furnace Fragment]

[Assessment: Second Grade]

[Comment: The furnace used to refine hundreds of pills, even if it is damaged, there is still a trace of spirituality. 】

[Gift: Spirit of Ten Capitals (Extreme)]

[Is it refining? 】

"Master Li, I take this thing away, do you have any objections?"

Chen Xiu held the large copper sheet similar to a tile with one hand, and could vaguely feel the quaint lines on the inscription.

"Take it, take it!"

Master Li waved his hand in disgust.

After tying up the bad black horse, Chen Xiu pushed open the door.

The windows are bright and clean, but it is very quiet at this time.

"Refining!"

Chen Xiu closed the door of the house, and a dark scroll opened in his eyes.

In the phantom of the demon god, the copper piece shattered.

A picture emerged in front of his eyes:
The old craftsman smashed the pill furnace violently.

In the blood-stained hands, four huge fragments were fused with mud, and four huge stone lions were refined.

A jade-like glass bottle is inlaid in the center of one of the lions.

Inside the other three stone lions are glass bottles of blue, red and purple.

"Stone lions are still very old. Today's Tianye Mansion has only four of them! Baibaozhai, Zhou Wenlong's Zhou's mansion, Chen's ancestral home, and the main altar of the Sky Eagle Gang."

Chen Xiu's eyes flickered.

This colored glaze is like a jewel, absolutely extraordinary!
Now that you've seen it, don't miss the chance!

The strange stars fall.

The old man with an ancient face is imposing, holding a long sword, and there is a chill in his palm.

Biting cold air gushes out from the palm, extremely cold.

Chen Xiu arched his five fingers slightly, and a faint cold air condensed.

"The head of Songshan Mountain - Zuo Lengchan!

"Inheritance: Ice God's Palm!"

In front of him, the chain appeared again.

A little star is shining, and there are three residual marks! !
Chen Xiu raised his eyes:
[Supernatural powers: Copper head and iron arms, unscathed in a hundred battles]

[Old Owner: Quicksand - Warrior Ghost Warrior]

[Comment: Skin like a rock, bone like a mountain rock; 】

[Awakening condition: Tribute (2/5)]

"Ice God's Palm, is it actually an internal energy move?"

Chen Xiu sighed slightly.

Slightly disappointed.

The current him, martial arts just entered the country.

Even with this icy palm, it's hard to be motivated by inner energy!
At this time, Chen Xiu only felt a sudden pain in his chest.

A heart-piercing chill welled up in my heart.

At this time, a warm current gushed out from his body, blocking the chill.

His figure trembled, and it was difficult to stand still.

A cold, gloomy aura gushed out from his body, and Chen Xiu's face instantly turned pale.

"Counting the days, today is already the seventh, and it will be the fifteenth."

When Chen Xiu thought about it, he couldn't help running the formula of cold ice and true energy.

On July [-]th, the gate of hell is wide open.

The day when the yin energy is the most serious is also the time when his life is worse than death.

If it weren't for the fact that he practiced martial arts now, he would have a mouthful of pure blood protecting him.

At this moment, it was the same as before, with all blood gone, lifeless as if falling into an ice cellar! !

"Martial arts practice, don't stop!"

Chen Xiu gritted his teeth, subconsciously expelled with a palm!
In an instant, a gust of cold air broke out like a hurricane!

The dead tree swaying in the wind was instantly covered by pale black ice!
The power of one palm, from movement to stillness! !
The pitch-black palm print penetrates nearly an inch!

A trail of frost, born from under the feet, extended to a distance of ten feet! !

Chen Xiu looked at his palm in astonishment.

How could he mobilize the cold air in his body?
More importantly, the feeling of cold pain in the body seems to have disappeared a little? ? ?
(End of this chapter)