Chapter 13 More than that of the Golden Lotus Power! Self-Study!

"The power of the first form of golden lotus should be more than that."

Wang Feng didn't look at the bird again, just thought, "I don't have a soul ring yet. If I have a soul ring, the first form of Jinlian should be able to derive other abilities."

In other words, this is just the ability that the Golden Lotus itself carries.

After possessing the spirit ring, Jin Lian's other abilities will be unlocked.

That is the real soul skill!

"It's really strong..."

Wang Feng felt the mysterious Qinglian martial spirit in his body.

Only the first form of the golden lotus has such a terrifying recovery ability!

If it reaches a higher realm later, the second, third, fourth form, etc., I don't know what kind of ability it will have?

Wang Feng couldn't imagine it.

He walked towards the small lake in the distance, wanting to take a cold shower to calm down his hot heart before exercising!

However, Wang Feng did not know.

shortly after he left.

The bird chirped excitedly, and swung its wings toward a thumb-sized branch without any effort.

Huh, the light shines!

Branch, broken in two!

If Wang Feng was here, he would be so shocked that his jaw would drop!

Even though this branch is very small, it can be cut into two pieces with only wings...

This is no longer an ordinary bird!

It's... a soul beast!

This ordinary bird has evolved into a real soul beast!

Moreover, it is not an ordinary soul beast!

She has opened her mind!

Watching Wang Feng leave, the bird stood on the branch, blinking, and didn't look away for a long time.

For the first time, Wang Feng accidentally used the full power of the first form of the golden lotus, far beyond Wang Feng's own imagination!

Not only restores and heals, but also gives it the ability to cultivate, as well as enlightening wisdom!

Wang Feng walked to the edge of a small lake, took off his shirt, jumped over the dragon gate, and jumped in.

"It may take a while for the soul ring. After all, hunting soul beasts is not easy."

Wang Feng swam nimbly in the water like a mermaid, but he kept thinking about it in his mind.

Wang Feng knows that his current physical fitness and defense are very strong. Ordinary knives may not be able to hurt themselves.

There is also endurance, so strong that Wang Feng's scalp is numb.

But others, such as speed, strength, agility, etc., are probably more than twice that of an adult man.

Compared with the special forces of the previous life, it is slightly stronger. Therefore, it is possible to crush the third child.

But compared to those really top soldiers and the like, there is still a significant gap.

In Douluo Continent, if you want to hunt down soul beasts, this power is not enough.

The golden lotus in the first form has no lethality, which means that he is at level 20 in the early stage. Before the second form appears, he may only rely on hand-to-hand combat?

Moreover, it is somewhat unrealistic to comprehend the mysterious human-shaped martial spirit without a clue.

While thinking about it, Wang Feng swam ten laps towards the small lake, and then walked ashore.

Start your normal workout.

First run around the grove, sprint for ten laps, and then jump to the branches, practicing flexibility, from one point to another, without stepping on a branch.

And then there's the obstacle course in the woods!

For the past month, Wang Feng has set up nearly ten kinds of traps in this grove, large and small, for exercise!

Some are ground traps, some are flying stones, and some are obstructing traps made with various farm implements and sharp tools.

Around the grove, it is arranged in a curved route.

very horrible!

Even if the special forces in the previous life ran into this obstacle and ran to the back, they would be all injured!

But Wang Feng was indeed walking through it, unscathed.

Trained by this response,

It was also the key to being able to take over the stone from Xiao San earlier.

Then Wang Feng began to carry a flattened tree trunk, which was four or five meters long, and began various trainings.

This tree trunk weighs at least a hundred kilograms. Weight-bearing training brings a huge load, and it is not easy to control.

However, on Wang Feng, it was fixed to death.

Frog jumps, push-ups, dumbbell raises, running with weights, swinging in the lake, and the essential squat!

Anyway, Wang Feng could think of the exercises in his previous life, and he tried them one by one.

But as your physical fitness increases, it becomes difficult to reach your physical limits.

Mainly physical strength, too strong.

Sometimes I do it for a long time without getting tired.

The transformation brought by Meteor Tears is the strongest in terms of defense and endurance.

It may also be because of the direction of your exercise.

"Need to strengthen..."

Wang Feng pondered, "We still need to strengthen the weight. It's better to be bound to the whole body... Long-term weight training... Eat, drink, sleep, and don't take it off."

"Speaking of strength training... by the way, the shroud hammer method."

Thinking of this, Wang Feng's body trembled.

The random cloak hammer, even if Tang Hao doesn't need to say it.

He had read the original book, and he knew it naturally.

The most powerful part of this hammering method is that it uses force to use force, use the full force of a blow to knock down the rebound force, change the posture, and exert this rebound force again, so that the power of each hammer will gradually increase.

Honestly, it's a bit unscientific.

Like a special perpetual motion machine, in theory, one hammer can be infinitely stronger than one hammer!

It's just that the further back you go, the greater the consumption, and the more terrifying the power you exert!

With the strength of Tang Hao's title Douluo, it seems that he can only wield 9981 hammers? Anyway, Wang Feng can't remember.

But even with the power of the Eighty-One Hammer, Geometry is increasing. As you can imagine, in the end, how perverted...

However, wanting Tang Hao to teach himself this unique technique, Wang Feng thought about it and let it go.

It was only after Xiao San'er awakened the second Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit that Tang Hao reluctantly handed over this unique skill to Tang San.

This is how my own son teaches.

Not to mention myself.

"But, can I try it myself?" Wang Feng's eyes lit up.

You just need to practice in this direction, right?

With force, one hammer is stronger than another...

After all, we are also transmigrators, with vision and knowledge, and have been transformed by meteor tears, why can't we be self-taught?

Leveraging this technique with force has long been ruined in China.

Co-authored, he, Tang Hao, can create this hammering technique.

I, Wang Feng, can't? Why do you have to learn his random cloak hammer technique?

I'm fine if I'm a salted fish. But I already have golden fingers, why can't I try it?

Finding the direction, Wang Feng threw the trunk and jumped up excitedly.

Then I went to Tang Hao's blacksmith shop and borrowed a hammer.

"Wait a minute, Uncle Hao, do you have that kind of relatively large raw iron here?"

When he came to Tang Hao's blacksmith shop, he could still see Tang San beating the original iron.

On the other hand, Tang Hao watched, as if pointing.

Old Jack had probably finished talking with Tang Hao.

After Tang Hao learned that his son also owns the Clear Sky Hammer, he handed over the foundation of the Shattered Cloak Hammer to Tang San.

Wang Feng glanced at Tang San, and probably knew that Tang San should have learned it.

"Big raw iron, how big do you want it to be?"

Tang Hao glanced at Wang Feng.

"About fifty pounds?"

Wang Feng asked, "It's better to have a few more pieces."

Wang Feng wanted to use these raw irons to create the refined weight-bearing protective gear by himself.

Fifty kilograms of raw iron, after quenching, why should there be twenty or thirty?

If it is made into a protective gear and worn on the body for training, the training consumption will be much more.

"Have."

Tang Hao took out a few pieces of raw iron, "You kid, what are you doing with these?"

"Hey, you'll know when the time comes."

Wang Feng picked up four pieces of raw iron weighing about two hundred kilograms, swung the hammer, and ran away in a rush.

"Brother Feng should be trying to exercise himself... However, it's not easy to exercise if it is so heavy. Besides, he doesn't know how to strike iron."

Tang San watched Wang Feng leave, and couldn't help but wonder.

Tang Hao, who was beside him, glanced at his son, thinking in his heart, Kid Feng really doesn't know how to strike iron.

But he's way better than you...

A small iron mother can be knocked directly into the original iron by hitting it with a hammer.

Endurance is amazing. I don't know how many hammers Feng Xiaozi hit at that time.

"Brother Feng has to fight that Master Su Yuntao for three months. I really don't know what he thinks."

Tang San said with a smile again.

"Oh?"

Tang Hao was startled, "This Su Yuntao, listen to you, isn't he a twenty-sixth-level battle spirit master? He is a six-year-old child, and he still wants to fight a battle spirit master?"

"Yeah, so I feel a little weird..."

Tang San thought to himself, if he forged his hidden weapon, he might have a chance to fight Su Yuntao.

Hidden weapons, you need to be in the dark, the power can be maximized, and the power of an upright fight is much worse.

Losing to Brother Feng that day, if he throws stones in the dark, Brother Feng may not be able to react.

"Interesting. When the day comes, tell me, I want to go see it."

Tang Hao said it casually.

"it is good."

Tang San was stunned, wondering why his father would be interested in this matter.

"Okay little three, don't knock for now, I'll show you again, the skills I just said, pay attention to my body posture..."

...

a few days later.

Tang San wiped the sweat from his forehead, put down the hammer, and muttered:

"The way Dad taught me to strike is amazing. If I can swing eight hammers in a row, it's already the limit... These days, I don't know what Brother Feng is doing."

However, Tang San felt incomparably excited when he remembered this kind of forging hammer method that used strength and strength.

"Look for three to see... These days, he often comes to buy the original iron. Is he forging iron by himself?"

Tang San couldn't help but feel curious, "But it's not that easy to strike iron. The village has father's stove and bellows. Simply hammering iron is useless..."

So, after Tang San finished today's task exercise, he went directly to the village chief's house to find Brother Feng.

Unexpectedly, Grandpa Jack told him that Brother Feng was not at home, he was wild outside, and only came back with a smirk every day in the dark.

"Could it be that Brother Feng is in the woods?"

Tang San's heart moved, and then he walked to the small woods outside Wang Village.

After walking some distance.

suddenly.

The ground shook slightly.

listen carefully...

clang!

clang! !

clang! ! !

The familiar sound of hammering iron sounded, and Tang San was stunned, then walked slowly towards the source of the sound...

Not long after, I saw a familiar figure, waving a hammer sweating profusely, beating the fixed iron.

Seeing this, Tang San was stunned again, thinking, Brother Feng is really serious, how can you do it like this?

Thinking about it, Tang San looked at it intently... At this look, he was stunned!