Chapter 13: Hundred Refinements of Divine Weapons! Mask of Pain

"This spiritual power'

Mo Qingyue's eyes were like lightning as he stared towards the next room.

Just now.

She felt very clearly that a spiritual force was emanating from Chen Zhixing's room next door.

This mental power is not huge for a great mind master like her, but it is extremely pure and strong!

By the time she wanted to investigate again, the mental power had been instantly recovered and disappeared without a trace.

“Who is it?!”

Mo Qingyue's eyes flickered continuously.

She clearly remembered that after Chen Tianliang and his wife had dinner with them, they went down the mountain to buy osmanthus cake for the child Chen Zhixing.

That is to say.

Now, only Chen Zhixing is in the room next door!

“Is it possible?”

Mo Qingyue's mind flashed with Chen Zhixing's innocent face, and her pupils shrank slightly.

A bold guess emerged in her mind.

The next moment.

In order to confirm the answer in his mind, Mo Qingyue gently pressed his palm on the floor.

An invisible spiritual power suddenly surged out from her palm and rushed towards the next room where Chen Zhixing was.

laugh.

As if hitting an invisible wall, this mental power bounced back.

"This room in the Ziwei Chen family is restricted."

Mo Qingyue withdrew her hand, and the expression on her beautiful face changed constantly.

It was not until a while later that Mo Qingyue took a deep breath and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Chen Zhixing is interesting."

She glanced at the next room, then closed her eyes again and began to practice.

She was vaguely aware of it.

I’m afraid that this child named Chen Zhixing from the Chen family is not a simple person.

But she was in no hurry.

She didn't believe that under her careful observation, the child named Chen Zhixing would not reveal any clues.

at the same time.

Chen Zhixing was concentrating on honing his mental power, so naturally he didn't notice the changes in the next room.

Ding ding ding! Ding ding ding! In front of him, a spiritual force was being hammered continuously, gradually changing into the shape of a flying sword.

With every hammering, Chen Zhixing felt as if a hammer was constantly hitting his head, and he couldn't help but feel the pain in his head.

However, it hurts.

However, he could clearly feel that every time his mental strength was tempered, it would become more refined and stronger.

My own mental strength is growing silently.

Bang! With a muffled sound, the mental power that was gradually forming the embryo of the flying sword suddenly broke into pieces and turned into countless mental powers.

Chen Zhixing couldn't help but gasp in pain, feeling dizzy and his vision went black.

It was not until half a while later that the intense discomfort gradually subsided.

Chen Zhixing looked up and couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Failed again?"

This is not the first time Chen Zhixing has failed.

Not long ago, Chen Zhixing first tempered his mental power into the shape of a giant hammer.

As a result, before the giant hammer could take shape, it shattered with a loud bang, and the mental power scattered.

Then, Chen Zhixing transformed his mental power into a spear, but still failed.

Then, he kept trying to forge it into a gun, a stick, and an axe, but the result was the same, all failed.

He had a rough idea of ​​the cause of the failure.

That was probably because the amount of his spiritual power was too little to support him in forging such a huge spiritual weapon.

"Come again!"

Chen Zhixing gritted his teeth and pictured the shape of a dart in his mind.

I saw the spiritual power floating and scattered in the void gathered again and gradually forged into a palm-sized hexagonal dart.

Ding ding ding! Ding ding ding !!

The mental power became more and more solid, and gradually took the shape of a dart.

"Done?"

Just when Chen Zhixing couldn't help but look delighted and thought he was going to succeed.

Click!

The dart-shaped mental power suddenly shattered into pieces.

The familiar severe pain came again! "Hiss~~~!" Chen Zhixing's head shook, and he saw stars in pain, and his facial features were distorted.

After a moment.

"I don't believe it. Come again!"

Bang! "Hiss~! Come again!!!"

BANG!!

"Again"

BANG!!

"Ahhh! Fuck you!"

Bang! "I"

Bang! "."

Boom!!! Until an hour later.

Chen Zhixing, who was tortured to death, raised his head trembling all over.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Looking at the void, it was finally successfully forged into a needle as thick as a hair!

“Hahahaha, it worked! It finally worked!!”

Chen Zhixing's eyes were bloodshot and he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Come!"

He just waved his hand casually, and the needle in the air suddenly spun and shot towards Chen Zhixing quickly.

laugh!!

The needle stopped steadily one centimeter away from the tip of Chen Zhixing's nose.

Chen Zhixing's eyes flashed as he looked at a fly buzzing in the room.

"go."

Chen Zhixing only uttered one word.

In an instant, the needle flashed by.

The sturdy fly just shook its whole body and fell straight to the ground.

"good."

Chen Zhixing was itching to find some more powerful creatures to conduct experiments.

This was the spiritual power needle that he had just forged after suffering so much hardship. How could he be willing to give up without seeing how powerful it was? After thinking for a while, Chen Zhixing shook his head and said, "Forget it. My parents should be back soon. There will be plenty of opportunities to experiment in the future."

Think of this.

Chen Zhixing made a move with his hands, and the needle flew over and landed between Chen Zhixing's eyebrows.

He could clearly feel that the needle was quietly floating in his sea of ​​consciousness.

After a moment.

There were footsteps outside the house.

Chen Zhixing's eyes flashed, and his face returned to its silly and honest expression, and he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Crunch.

The door was pushed open.

Chen Tianliang and Ying Shuangshuang walked in carrying a wooden box full of osmanthus cakes.

"This child said he wanted to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake, but he fell asleep first."

Ying Shuangshuang put down the osmanthus cake and gently covered Chen Zhixing with the quilt.

No words were spoken that night.

The next day, at noon.

Chen Zhixing's family of three, as well as Ying Shuangshuang and Master Feilong, were having dinner in the courtyard.

When one reaches the realm of Zhenwu, one has naturally already practiced fasting and no longer needs to consume these grains.

However, most monks rarely take the initiative to abstain from certain foods unless there are special circumstances.

"Old Jia, I think Yue'er is still young, so she can try to practice."

Several people were chatting casually.

"Third Master!"

The outer disciple who was in charge of guarding the mountain gate strode in.

"What's up?"

Chen Tianliang looked at the outer disciple and said.

The outer disciple bowed slightly and then said respectfully, "Third Master, there are two people outside the mountain gate. One is called Kuimu Zhenren and the other is called Zhuang Wuxian. They claim to be your old friends and want to see you. What do you think, Third Master?"

"oh?"

Chen Tianliang raised his eyebrows, and then said happily: "Hahaha, those two guys Kuimu and Zhuang Wuxian are here? I guess the South China Sea secret realm has been opened. Come in quickly!"

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