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Xu Fumeng returned to his residence, at the top of the Cathedral of St. Constantine, second only to the Pope and the Twelve Cardinals. He overlooked the entire imperial capital, shook the goblet in his hand, took a sip of grape juice, and stood an old man who respectfully ended up drinking the empty cup.

"Old Qiaoping, what's going on with the God of Death Sanbai?" Xu Fumeng looked at the old man in front of him and said lightly.

Old Qiaoping grew up with Xu Fumeng since childhood. He was an old man from the Holy See, but he had no position. Later, he followed Xu Fumeng like a servant or a housekeeper. Although he was the Pope's godson, wouldn't the Pope not come to raise children?

Old Qiaoping was wearing a formal outfit. Even though he was not young, his waist still stopped. However, he always looked drowsy and always wore a pair of white gloves on his hands, which really looked like an old housekeeper.

"Sir, seventeen people have reached level 2 in divine power. Except for two people, the rest of the divine power are all level 1, but no one will die under the hands of people with level 1 in divine power."

Xu Fumeng nodded slightly, expressing his satisfaction. He signaled that Old Qiaoping could go out. After Old Qiaoping greeted him, he bowed and left, put one hand behind him, and gently closed the door with the other hand, his movements were elegant, like the elegant butler in the noble family.

Xu Fumeng looked at the file in front of him, which contained the names of three hundred people. He had not spoken for a long time. Such power was not enough.

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Late at night, Xu Fumeng opened the sheepskin scroll left by the godfather a few days ago. He had read it before, but he was not in a hurry to learn it. At this moment, he opened the scroll again and browsed it all again. He didn't understand that the godfather's recent actions were a bit abnormal. Now he has also taught himself what he called the first magic technique. He has not even learned half of the magic technique of the godfather. Shouldn't he follow the steps?

This is a divine technique without a name. It can be said that it is the Godfather's first divine technique. It is powerful, but it is difficult to control it. Xu Fumeng estimated that if he used it himself, he would only use it once and would lose his power. This is a very risky thing. However, this kind of divine technique will naturally not give up and not learn it. The Godfather once relied on this divine technique to block the flood with one finger. The original scene has long been recorded in the history of the Holy Holy Church of the Holy Church.

Xu Fumeng debugged the divine power in his body and simulated this move. He felt extremely difficult. He wanted to concentrate the divine power on his fingers and burst out a strong blow like a meteor. It was too difficult to condense the surging divine power into the size of a fingernail. Moreover, the thick divine power was extremely difficult to control, just like a powerful gun. After being shot, his power was extremely strong, and he might break his hand bones. This is the case at this moment. It is easy to make his divine power flow backwards and injure the root cause.

Xu Fumeng carefully studied divine art, but did not dare to try it rashly, because his body was not strong enough. There are two types of practices of divine power. One mainly studied divine art, and the other was fighting magic skills. Xu Fumeng practiced both, but more were practicing divine art. Most of the people who practiced divine skills were knights, and their bodies were strong, while those who practiced divine art were much weaker.

Most of the Holy Holy Church practiced divine arts, while the Holy Empire focused on cultivating divine skills. There were ten great knights in the history of the empire, known as the top ten legendary knights, each with terrifying strength that was stronger than the Archbishop of the Chronicles. Now in recent years, the Ninth Knight and the Tenth Knight have appeared. The Ninth Knight is now in the palace. As for the Tenth Knight, no one knows where he is, only knows the people in his Holy Church, the only legendary knight in the Holy Church for thousands of years.

Xu Fumeng thought about it. When practicing this magical technique, his physique would have to at least leap to one level. Then, the fastest way was to practice some magical skills.

Xu Fumeng didn't care that it was already dark, so he got up and went to the remote place of the Holy See. This was a blacksmith shop, and some of the iron tools in the Holy See were made here.

Xu Fumeng didn't care whether the people inside had fallen asleep, so he pushed the door and went in. He saw a middle-aged man with a sloppy face, his beard was not shaved, and he lay straight on the recliner. When he heard someone coming in, he slowly got up and lit an oil lamp. He saw that he was a clergyman, but he didn't care about anything, and continued to sleep.

Xu Fumeng spoke to himself: "Wang Blacksmith, I have been thinking about coming here to make a blacksmith these days. Just don't worry about me, just be busy with your own."

Wang Blacksmith didn't care. He seemed to be very sleepy and fell asleep. Xu Fumeng swung the biggest hammer, walked to the backyard, lit the copper stove, and started to make irons.

Wang Blacksmith opened his eyes and knocked on it, looked at the hammer head, looked at the person who came, curled his lips slightly, and seemed not to feel noisy, so he turned around and continued to rest.

Xu Fumeng didn't know any skills. If it was a magical technique, he knew too many skills, but he didn't know much about physical exercise. He only knew the stupidest way. He believed that there were not many shortcuts in his body. He had the same moves in his previous life. Now he was a bit stupid in his ironwork to exercise his arm strength, but he was always useful.

The sound of iron slamming lasted for one night. In the morning, Xu Fumeng's hands were already swollen, so he didn't care about this. He could go back and take some medicine for physiotherapy later. After absorbing the pharmacology, the benefits for the body will naturally be greater.

Wang Blacksmith opened his sleepy eyes and had some eye drops. Seeing the clergy still making noise, he ignored it and washed, ate, drank and drank water on his own.

For three days, Xu Fumeng came to make a blacksmith in the middle of the night. He was afraid of affecting Wang's blacksmith's sleep, but now he found that no matter what, this guy could sleep, so he felt relieved. After these three days of exercise and high-intensity drug absorption, Xu Fumeng clearly felt that his strength had increased a little, not much, but he could feel it. For Xu Fumeng, who had a lot of experience in cultivating divine power, he already had a strong understanding of physical functions.

Wang Blacksmith glanced at this side, ignored it, and knocked a kitchen knife on his own. These are his daily work.

Xu Fu Meng was fine, so he sat down and rested for a while. Looking at Wang Blacksmith's movements, his pupils contracted slightly. If he hadn't made a blacksmith, he wouldn't feel anything. But after three days of making a blacksmith, he could feel that Wang Blacksmith's extraordinary moves were the best every time, and he used his strength not only to his arms, but also to his waist and legs, which was equivalent to the strongest force bursting out of the whole body! How could this be? It was like a pulling a move to move the whole body, but the arm was moving, but the whole body was moving, which means that it was completely exercising the whole body! Is it really practiced to make perfect? ​​If you hit too many irons, you have also summarized this set of experience? According to Xu Fu Meng's cognition, Wang Blacksmith has been making irons in the Holy See.

Xu Fumeng looked slowly, even spending his divine power to unfold the Tianmu technique and observe every detail. Later, he picked up the hammer and imitated Wang Blacksmith every move. It seemed that the iron was hitting only seven times, but each of them exercised all parts of the body. There was even one action. Xu Fumeng felt that his internal organs were exerting force! What kind of action was this! Xu Fumeng was surprised and observed more carefully, hoping to fully control it!

It is normal to practice divine skills and magic skills, but most people have their own emphasis. However, even if the one who specializes in magic skills, how can you not learn such a set of techniques with obvious effects in front of you?

After observing for half an hour, Wang Blacksmith actually built four kitchen knives with great speed! This speed is really terrifying.

Blacksmith Wang frowned, as if it felt too slow, so he actually swung the hammer and used another set of actions!

Throughout the morning, Xu Fumeng was extremely nervous and did not want to miss a detail. He learned a total of eighteen movements, eighteen movements to exercise any corner of the body, including internal organs, and even the brain. Even the brain began to feel the qi and blood surge, and it was not smooth.

Next, Wang Blacksmith raised the kitchen knife in his hand, touched the blade, stabbed forward, picked, and slashed. Xu Fumeng saw it, but his heart was filled with storm, and he still used every function of his body! It was the same as the previous iron-shot movement, which means that he had learned a magical skill that could change in all kinds of ways!

A set of magical skills that are no less than the first magical technique!
Chapter completed!