The iron ball is pitch black, and even under the sunlight, there is no luster. However, a cold aura quietly permeates the iron ball.
There are sixteen more of the same iron balls in the room behind him. If the other members of the Shrek Seven Monsters knew that during these two months, most of his energy was just making these ten.
I don’t know how I would feel about eight iron balls.
Tang San pinched the iron ball in his hand and murmured to himself: "The only thing missing now is poison. I really want to make the Buddha's Angry Tang Lotus again, and the unfinished Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle."
.Unfortunately, in this world, the limitations of materials are too great after all.”
With a flick of his wrist, two iron balls flew out of the air, one to the left and one to the right, equally silently. They drew two strange arcs in the air, and then flew back to Tang San's grasp, in the palm of his hand.
They kept spinning, but from beginning to end, they never collided with each other.
After practicing the Purple Demon Eye as usual, Tang San walked back into the casting room. All the metal in the room had disappeared, including the ones Tang San later bought from the blacksmith shop.
His right hand wiped across the table, including the two in his hand, a total of eighteen iron balls disappeared into the moonlit night of Twenty-Four Bridges.
His eyes fell on the only clean chair in the corner of the room, and a pair of clean clothes were placed there calmly. Those were sent by Xiao Wu yesterday. Looking at them, Tang San couldn't help but reveal a trace of unconcealable confusion in his eyes.
gentle.
What Tang San admired most about Xiao Wu was that she knew what to do at any time. Normally, she was always so happy and lively, but when she needed to be quiet, she wouldn't bother her at all, and would just do it silently.
You are doing something that may seem trivial, but will never be forgotten.
It was still early at this time, and according to usual practice, no one in Shrek Academy would get up at this time.
Tang San fetched clean water and took a cold shower, cleaning himself from top to bottom, and then put on the clean clothes Xiao Wu had given him yesterday. His whole body suddenly felt refreshed.
After putting everything away, a feeling of comfort spread throughout his body, Tang San raised his right hand in front of him, a faint blue light emerged from his palm, and a piece of bluesilver grass quietly grew out, swaying in his palm.
"It seems that we have made progress again." Tang San had a happy smile on his face.
For Tang San, the physical and mental tests of these forty-nine days of forging were no worse than the two stages of training that the master led everyone to do before.
He keeps casting and thinking every day, and the pressure his body endures is no less than running with weights. If his body didn't have enough toughness and endurance, coupled with the support of internal strength, he might have been unable to support it.
Already.
But it is precisely this daily training of the body that makes his muscles all over his body become tighter than before. The most obvious thing is his arms. There is not a trace of excess fat on his thickened arms. The muscles are sharp and angular, and his shoulders have become more muscular.
The arms are wider, and with every random movement, you can see the muscles in the arms contracting and relaxing.
However, Tang San's hands were still as slender as before, and there were no calluses on the palms. It was not only his physical strength and soul power that improved, but also his mysterious jade hands.
According to Tang San's own estimation, these forty-nine days of almost crazy and obsessed forging actually made his soul power improve again, to level thirty-three. Of course, this is not just the result of these two months of hard work. It is different from the previous two.
Months of training also have a lot to do with it.
In less than four months, the soul power has once again improved by one level. This speed can only be described as terrifying. Although it has broken through the bottleneck of level 30, the savings required for each level of soul power are, for ordinary people,
It is said that you need to practice for at least half a year. For those with poor qualifications, it may even take a year to improve.
When Tang San walked into the cafeteria, he was a little surprised that everyone was there and had already started eating breakfast. In fact, everyone didn't get up so early for breakfast from today. It's just that Tang San has been there these days.
Being busy with his casting, he didn't pay attention to these at all.
"Our Iron Man is here. Hey, why is Iron Man so clean today?" It was Dai Mubai who spoke, looking at Tang San with a smile.
Dai Mubai has always been very proud, and he also has the ability to be proud. But in front of Tang San, he couldn't be proud at all.
Although Tang San's soul power was still far behind his, Dai Mubai knew that if it was really a matter of life and death, he would almost certainly not be able to defeat Tang San. Among the entire Shrek Seven Monsters, Tang San had undoubtedly become
The most important one. However, Dai Mubai also knew that Tang San's achievements were not just as simple as his talent. During these forty-nine days, although no one knew what Tang San was doing, everyone could
Hear the knocking sound that almost never stops. What kind of perseverance does it take to complete it?
Under Tang San's stimulation, not only Dai Mubai, but also the laziest Oscar, others have also been working hard to cultivate their soul power these days.
The master proposed a sleep-free cultivation method for them, which is to let everyone practice soul power instead of sleeping. In addition to some necessary soul skill exercises and physical activities every day, the remaining time is spent on the cultivation of soul power.
Although the process is boring, it is undoubtedly of great benefit to improving strength.
During this period, Xiao Wu's soul power increased to Level 32, and the soul power of everyone else also increased significantly.
Now, the soul power levels of the Shrek Seven Devils are:
Dai Mubai, the evil-eyed white tiger, is a level 38, three-ring battle soul master.
Evil Fire Phoenix Ma Hongjun, a twenty-eighth level two-ring battle spirit master.
The soft-bone Charming Rabbit Xiao Wu, the thirty-second level three-ring battle soul master.
Qibao Liuli Ning Rongrong, twenty-seventh level second-level weapon soul master.
Nether Civet Zhu Zhuqing is a twenty-eighth level two-ring battle spirit master.
Tang San smiled slightly and said: "After finishing the things, we will naturally come out. Calculating the time, it is only a few days before we go to Tiandou Royal Academy."
Ning Rongrong asked curiously: "Third brother, what good things have you come up with this time? Let us all see."
Tang San said: "Actually, I haven't made many things during this period, because it's really troublesome to make. In addition to a few hidden weapons, I also made a more practical thing for everyone."
"We also have a share?" Ning Rongrong was immediately overjoyed when he heard this, and the other Shrek Seven Devils couldn't help but smile. Tang San was extremely demanding on the production of hidden weapons. The complete set of machine-type hidden weapons they had already obtained was not the same.
It was well made. Since Tang San spent so many days making it, it can be seen that the quality of this item will be good.
Ma Hongjun chuckled and said, "Third brother, it's really good. It can even absorb rain and dew. Take it out and let us take a look."
Xiao Wu glared at Ma Hongjun, "What does it mean that the rain and dew are all wet? It sounds awful. The mistress hasn't eaten yet, let him eat first."
Ning Rongrong smiled and said: "Xiao Wu still feels sorry for the third brother!"
Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue at her and brought the breakfast she had set aside specially for Tang San in front of Tang San.
Since the master came, Shrek Academy's food has undergone tremendous changes. Of course, these breakfasts are no longer paid for by the academy, but by the Shrek Seven Devils themselves, but the things are still the same. For the academy's
The master did not hide the economic situation, and after this month of fighting, everyone's pockets are full, so naturally they don't care about this little food money.
"Well, okay, I'll eat first, and we'll go outside later so I can cover up for you. The cafeteria is too small." Tang San smiled at Xiao Wu, took his breakfast, and spoke unceremoniously.
He ate a lot. Recently, his workload has been too heavy, and his appetite has also increased. Among the Shrek Seven Monsters, he eats the most.
The others had almost finished eating, and while watching Tang San feasting happily, thinking about his gift, they couldn't help but feel a little itchy.
It's not a good feeling to be noticed by everyone, especially when eating. Tang San quickly finished his breakfast and immediately stood up, "I'll get indigestion if I let you guys look at it any longer. Come on, I'll give it to you when I get out."
Put things together."
Xiao Wu naturally took the dishes and chopsticks used by Tang San and started to clean them. Tang San grabbed her little hand and said: "We will clean it up later. Let's go outside first."
A group of seven people came to the playground of the academy. The playground was empty and the sun was shining all over the playground. It was already early summer. Shrek Academy is located in the middle of the continent. Even in the early morning, it was still very warm.
"Mistress, take it out quickly. What is it?" Ning Rongrong said anxiously.
Tang San smiled slightly, wiped his right hand on the twenty-fourth bridge on the moonlit night, and took out something special.
It was a tubular object made entirely of metal, with a silver color throughout. It looked somewhat similar to the Xiujian, but it was larger and thicker than the Xiujian.
In order to let everyone see more clearly, Tang San rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, moved his hands, and half-opened one side of the barrel to form a shape consisting of two semicircles. Everyone saw that in the barrel