After listening to Mashankui's words, Jiang Han almost snatched the small jar of tea sitting next to him.
What Mashankui said before is very reasonable and full of logic, without any problems.
But his last words made Jiang Han feel that Mashankui had taken him for a fool.
Practicing while being struck by lightning?
Does Mashankui want him to die early? Not to mention Jiang Han, even at the Heavenly and Human realm, and even at the Broken Void realm, Jiang Han doesn't dare to resist, right?
On the way to Feixian Island, he had watched thunder for a while, and its power of destroying heaven and earth was deeply engraved in his heart.
Not to mention being directly hit by the main thunder, even if he was hit by a lightning arc, Jiang Han believed that he would instantly turn into flying ash without any accidents.
Not to mention practicing at the same time...
Jiang Han looked at Mashankui with a dark face, waiting for his explanation. If Mashankui didn't explain, he would probably stand up and leave.
Mashankui didn't explain, glanced at Jiang Han, started carving with the wood carving, and actually ignored Jiang Han.
Jiang Han frowned, but he was a little doubtful. He raised his hand and asked, "Mr. Ma, are you sure you're not joking?"
Mashankui didn't even look at him, and said with a dark face: "If you don't believe me, get out."
How can this little old man be so arrogant?
Jiang Han rolled his eyes and said: "Old Ma...cough, Old Ma, it's not that I don't believe you, you wouldn't believe it in anyone else. Don't talk about my strength, how about using your strength to fight against Thunder?
"
"Idiot!"
Lao Ma glanced over and said angrily: "Who told you to resist? You won't think of ways to weaken the power of thunder. As long as the power of thunder is weakened to the point where you can bear it, isn't that enough?
"
Jiang Han blinked. What Mashankui said seemed to make sense, but it didn't make sense. Can the power of thunder be controlled?
That thing fell down in an instant. He couldn't hold it even if he wore a heaven-level armor, right?
He pondered for a moment and then asked: "Mr. Ma, can you give me some advice on sending the Buddha to the West? How can I weaken the power of thunder?"
“The easiest way!”
Mashankui said without any hesitation: "Find an earth-level divine formation master to help you build a mine-inducing formation and a mine-discharging formation."
"The thunder-inducing array can attract thunder, and the thunder-discharging array can absorb most of the power of thunder. However, these two large arrays require a lot of materials. It is estimated that at least 200 million black stones will be needed to build them."
"Thunder-inducing array and mine-discharging array!"
Jiang Han's face showed joy. Two hundred million black stones is not a problem. He can find ways to make money. As long as the thunder can be weakened, these are minor problems.
Jiang Han then thought of another question and quickly asked for advice: "Mr. Ma, how do you temper the mysterious materials after introducing the thunder into the body? How do you make the mysterious materials blend perfectly?"
"How do I know?"
Mashankui rolled his eyes and said, "I've never brought lightning into my body, how do I know?"
Jiang Han scratched his head. This Mashankui was completely in charge of killing and not burying him. This was tantamount to letting him experiment on his own.
If this road fails or an accident occurs, he will not only waste time, but may also be directly blasted to pieces by thunder.
"Nothing can change without departing from its roots!"
Ma Shankui explained: "Thunder-attribute mysterious materials are gradually condensed after absorbing the power of thunder. When thunder enters the body, it is a bridge, allowing the thunder-attribute mysterious materials to communicate and connect and slowly merge."
"You have to explore the details yourself, but one thing you should pay attention to is that when you are concentrating, you should understand more of the way of thunder. If you want to achieve the Holy Body of Thunder, you must understand the way of thunder, otherwise you will never be able to break through the heavens and humans in your life.
territory."
"Also, magical powers can also be integrated with each other. Magical powers are the seeds and skin of the great avenues. There are three thousand avenues, all of which are connected. Study your magical powers more and understand the great avenues more. Don't worry about Longchi and Longchi all day long.
With this little thing in the soul pool, you can go further by taking the right path!"
Jiang Han silently memorized all of Mashankui's words. Although he may not understand many of them, they will definitely be useful in the future.
When he saw that Ma Shankui had stopped talking, he bowed and thanked him: "Thank you very much, Mr. Ma. If you succeed, I will never forget your kindness."
"Stop talking about these useless things!"
Mashankui waved his hand and said: "If it works out, give me a pound of dragon tips every year, otherwise I will smash your altar to pieces."
"good!"
Jiang Han nodded, bowed deeply, turned and left.
Ma Shankui looked at Jiang Han's leaving figure and sighed slightly: "Miao Zi is a good young man. Whether this road can be passed depends on your life."
"It's great to be young. If I could have walked this path thirty years ago, what would have happened to Shenxu Palace?"
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Jiang Han returned to the courtyard, told Jiang Lang what Mashankui said, and asked Jiang Lang to help him analyze it.
Of course, he also has another purpose. He bought a lot of mysterious materials with thunder attributes some time ago. He has no more mysterious stones. It will cost 200 million to build two divine formations.
Qi Bing, Zuo Yiyi and others are all poor people, so he can only pick out Jiang Lang's wool.
After listening to this, Jiang Lang began to think about it. He pondered for a while and said, "What Mashankui said has some truth to it. You can give it a try. If it doesn't work, you'll end up losing 200 million black stones and wasting some time."
"I thought so too!"
Jiang Han nodded, frowned, and asked a question: "But where should I build the divine array? It can't be at Blood Drinking Peak, right?"
If you draw thunder from the sky into your body, there will be continuous thunder strikes. A few strikes are okay, but if there are continuous thunder strikes at Blood Drinking Peak one night, the entire Feixian Palace may be alarmed.
"I have a great place that's perfect for you!"
Jiang Lang showed excitement on his face and said: "We have a treasure in Feixian Palace, called Thunder Island. That island is hundreds of miles away from Feixian Island. For some unknown reason, thunder often strikes down there. So.
The island is rich in thunderstones, and every year Feixian Palace sells thunderstones for one billion Xuanjing."
"Oh? Is there such a good place?"
Jiang Han felt happy in his heart. If there were frequent thunder strikes over there, it would be less likely to attract the attention of others. It would indeed be very suitable for him to practice.
"Yes!"
Jiang Lang rubbed his hands and said: "There is a reincarnation realm strongman guarding over there. If you go to practice there, your safety is guaranteed."
"But this matter definitely requires the approval of the Palace Master. I will ask the Palace Master later. You and I have made meritorious service in this battle to seize the island. The Palace Master should agree."
"Brother Lang is so righteous!"
Jiang Han gave a thumbs up and said again: "Then there is only one problem now. We need to build two divine formations, which require 200 million black stones. Ahem... Brother Lang, please help me advance the payment first.
I will repay you with interest in time."
"What?"
Jiang Lang blinked, glanced at Jiang Han, and asked, "What did you call me just now?"
Jiang Han was confused and said: "Brother Lang."
"You got the wrong person!"
Jiang Lang said with a serious face: "My name is not Jiang Lang, my name is Jiang Zhengjing. You have mistaken me for the wrong person. I don't know you. Please take my leave."
After saying that, Jiang Lang walked out.
Jiang Han grabbed him, pushed him to the ground with his backhand, and said angrily: "Damn fat man, isn't it only 200 million? I can just take you to the gambling house for a walk. Do you deserve to do this?"
"This is what you said!"
Jiang Lang's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, and he chuckled: "There will be a strange stone exhibition by Wangyue Lake in three days. You take me to make hundreds of millions, and I will take care of the rest for you."
"Brother Han... I really don't have any money. I drink wine in the dark at noon, and I pay on credit."