Thanks to Mingbao for being lazy Heshi Bi~

Zhang Xiaohan looked at his trembling arms with a wry smile, then looked at the heroic Mo Shaohan, his eyes stayed on his chest and arms for a moment, and turned around and looked at the giant's chest and arms.

"Fellow Daoist is very sure?"

Mo Shaohan looked at the giant silently for a while, squatted down and pulled the bellows. Just as Zhang Xiaohan had done before, the giant stopped, and then Mo Shaohan raised the heavy hammer with the giant.

When! First, there was a loud noise from the giant's heavy hammer, which was harsh in the eardrum, and then a slightly weaker sound. Mo Shaohan's force was greater than that of Zhang Xiaohan, but compared with the giant, it was also in the sky and the earth.

The monotonous and harsh sound continued to be heard, and the difference was two different sounds.

After more than a dozen strokes, Mo Shaohan's forehead began to sweat, and his hand holding the heavy hammer was shaken red. The heavy hammer he raised was no longer so high, no longer so powerful, and his speed slowed down.

Finally, he stopped, his arms were trembling like Zhang Xiaohan just now. Sweat wet all the curls on his forehead, and his face turned pale without naturalness. That was the consequence of losing strength.

The two looked at each other and saw a bitter smile in each other's eyes. Their bodies had long been adapted to the cleaning of spiritual power, and no one could adapt to such pure power movements.

Monotonous sounds were still coming from the iron shop. Zhang Xiaohan and Mo Shaohan looked at each other for a while, and suddenly they laughed.

On Mo Shaohan, Zhang Xiaohan seemed to see his embarrassment, and Mo Shaohan seemed to realize something.

In the Ninth Realm, Mo Shaohan should be a well-known figure. Who knew that he could see his arms trembling, his face turned pale, and his sweaty look. Zhang Xiaohan felt unspeakable pleasure in his heart. No matter what kind of cultivator he was, he had lost all his spiritual power.

Zhang Xiaohan relaxed for a while, and his hands were not shaking so much, so he bent down and pushed the bellows. He reached out and held the hammer.

Surprise flashed in Mo Shaohan's eyes. Then there was a hint of praise. Zhang Xiaohan did not see it. She noticed that the giant was repeating monotonous movements and did not start from scratch again. It seemed that every monk came in. The giant would only demonstrate once.

Dang! Rather than saying that Zhang Xiaohan swung the heavy hammer and smashed it, it was better to say that the heavy hammer took Zhang Xiaohan's arms and fell down like a free fall. Zhang Xiaohan's arms were so shocked that she almost couldn't hold the heavy hammer. But she gritted her teeth and took a deep breath.

What she had to pass this level must be, isn't it just strength? Isn't it just to use up all the strength? As long as she can lift the heavy hammer, she won't be ready to stop.

She learned to the giant's breathing, sucked to the end, and then swung the heavy hammer hard. When the vibration spread along her hands to her arms, she seemed to see the muscles in her arms being shaken up and down under her sleeves.

Her speed was extremely slow, and she had to pause and take a few breaths at each stroke, then take a deep breath and lift the hammer hard.

Mo Shaohan looked at him silently for a while, took a deep breath, and grabbed the hammer again.

The sound of smashing iron in the shop was finally left with only one who was completely undisturbed. Zhang Xiaohan and Mo Shaohan sat on the ground without any image. The arms of both of them seemed to be their own. They hanged on both sides in an unnatural posture, shaking from their shoulders to their fingers, making their bodies look like puppets.

"Haha, I never knew that this was the feeling of being extremely tired. It would be great if I had wine." Mo Shaohan smiled, letting sweat flow down his forehead and dripping from his chin on his clothes. He didn't even have the strength to raise his hand to wipe the sweat.

"I didn't even arrive at noon. Who knows if there is a tavern here? I'm hungry." Zhang Xiaohan felt that she didn't even have the strength to breathe, and she really felt hungry.

"It should be there, let's go and have a look." Mo Shaohan said as he tried to stand up, his arms couldn't use his strength, and he didn't stand up the first time.

"You can't do that." Zhang Xiaohan looked at Mo Shaohan who wanted to stand up with the strength of his waist and legs, and laughed: "You have no image anymore, why are you still doing? If your waist still has the strength to sit underground?"

Zhang Xiaohan struggled to kneel down halfway, panted for a while, and her legs struggled to support her body. She had just lost her strength, and all the strength in her body was released. Standing like this, her legs seemed to be shaking.

Mo Shaohan saw Zhang Xiaohan standing up in a mess, but smiled proudly at him and snorted unyieldingly. He naturally refused to kneel in front of Zhang Xiaohan, but he had to admit in his heart that it would be easier to stand up like that.

Zhang Xiaohan knew what Mo Shaohan was thinking, so he turned around shakingly, and took a trembling legs outwards. He leaned against a pillar after only a few steps. She really wanted to walk out of the pillar and sit down on the ground.

Mo Shaohan also stood up from behind and walked to Zhang Xiaohan in a crooked manner, "Come on, let's go out to eat something."

He struggled to raise his arms to support Zhang Xiaohan. His arms were raised, but his palms and fingers were shaking unreasonably. Zhang Xiaohan also smiled and stretched out his arms. The two of them hugged each other's arms, which were so sore and weak that they had no strength, leaned against each other, and walked out crookedly.

The town is not big, not far from the iron shop, and a wine cover was picked out diagonally. The two of them walked over with a crooked and slanted edge. The threshold for entering the door almost stumped them.

Zhang Xiaohan leaned against Mo Shaohan for no reason and rubbed one leg over him. Mo Shaohan pushed the other leg over and over. Mo Shaohan also came in in the same way. When he saw the dining table and the long bench, the two seemed to have seen their relatives.

I have never come in in such a miserable position. When I was sitting on a long stool, the two of them looked at each other and smiled. After supporting each other, they all felt very fond of each other.

If they still have spiritual power in their bodies, they would definitely not allow the other party to get so close to their bodies.

Before they could speak, more food came out in front of the two of them. There was a guy in the tavern, and there was no shopkeeper, and he didn't say anything, but just put the same food in front of Zhang Xiaohan and Mo Shaohan.

A small bowl of turbid wine, a large bowl of rough rice, and a large bowl of stew with meat, the aroma immediately surged to the nose.

Both of them were eager to reach out and grab the chopsticks, but when they raised their right arm, they found that they could not hold even such light chopsticks. Their hands were shaking constantly, and they were as red as chicken claws.

They all glanced at each other awkwardly, and Zhang Xiaohan smiled sly: "Fellow Daoist, I think you are also a monk with a lot of status in the waters. Unlike me who are ascending monks who have been stumbled all the way, you have to pay attention to your image."

Mo Shaohan looked at these in a daze, not understanding what Zhang Xiaohan meant. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!