A mortal asks the heavens: I want to become an immortal

After a while, Fang Yuxin also woke up from meditation. Although her injuries were not completely healed, they were almost healed. She just needed to rest for a while.

However, her skills had improved a little, and she was very happy.

Liu Qing'er's injuries were getting better, but she could no longer fight, and she needed to go back to rest for a while, so this operation had to end first.

Everyone released the magic weapon spaceship, and this time Zhao Tianci was responsible for driving it. During the flight, Liu Qing'er chatted with Qingfeng for a few words and expressed her gratitude for his generosity. After all, the Da Huan Dan was not an ordinary elixir. It was not only valuable, but also difficult to get.

Qingfeng just laughed and told him not to worry about it. Liu Qing'er kept this thought in mind, thinking that if she could in the future, she would definitely repay it double.

It took the same time as when they came, and everyone returned to Xiaoyue Peak. Qingfeng said goodbye to everyone one by one. Fang Yuxin once again expressed her gratitude and asked him to come to her when he went up the mountain in the future.

The same was true for several other people. Zhao Tianci also told him that they would go out together again if they had the chance in the future.

Qingfeng agreed one by one, and everyone parted ways.

After going down the mountain, Qingfeng was not in a hurry to go back, but just walked back slowly. Along the way, he saw people flying around on flying swords from time to time above his head, and he was so envious.

When he returned to his small house on the cliff, it was already midnight with the moon on the treetops.

But he was not sleepy at this time. He first washed some rice and cooked a large pot of rice.

Here he put down the stone jar that he had been carrying behind him. Although this thing was not very heavy for him, it was too troublesome to carry it on his back.

He took the stone jar in his hand and thought to himself, if this thing could become smaller.

At this moment, what he didn't expect was that when he thought of it, the stone jar actually became smaller. Seeing this scene, Qingfeng was a little dumbfounded, a little smaller, a little smaller.

The stone jar kept getting smaller, and finally turned into the size of a fist, and it could no longer be reduced. Even so, he was very happy. ŴŴŴ.

Although the size of the stone jar has become smaller, its weight has not decreased at all.

At this moment, he was in a playful mood, thinking of making it bigger and bigger. The stone jar began to grow bigger again, but it could not change to its previous size and could only remain the same.

Qingfeng knew that this thing could become smaller but not bigger.

At this moment, the rice was cooked, but he suddenly glanced at the hatchet beside him. He had an idea and threw the hatchet into the stone jar.

But this time, he was a little disappointed, because the hatchet was stable in the stone jar and did not disappear.

This made him feel strange. He took out the knife and threw a sock in it, but the sock did not disappear.

Could it be that he broke it? If so, Qingfeng would be crazy.

Looking at the stone jar, he couldn't help sweating on his forehead, fearing that it would be useless.

After thinking for a long time, he recalled every detail of that night. Finally, he slapped his head and thought that this might be the reason. Thinking of this, he saw him pick up the hatchet again and wipe it down on his palm.

Hey, it was just a white mark, but the skin was not cut.

Qingfeng was speechless. The skin was too strong, and it was really difficult to get hurt.

This time he increased his strength and cut it hard, so he cut a small cut on the skin. A few drops of blood-red blood fell into the stone jar.

The blood was instantly absorbed by the stone jar. At this moment, Qingfeng threw the hatchet in again. The mist rose and the hatchet disappeared. So that's it. Qingfeng has understood the reason.

But if every use requires his blood as a medium, it is really speechless.

After finishing all this, he didn't worry about his hatchet. He just wanted to wait until tomorrow to see what the result would be and whether it was the same as he thought.

He ate a whole pot of rice, which was enough to make him half full. Then he went to bed. There was no conversation that night, and it was the next day in a blink of an eye.

At dawn, he got up before the sun rose, and came to the stone jar. What he didn't expect was that he didn't see anything.

His face was a little disappointed, and he felt a little uneasy. At this time, the sun was about to rise in the east. He took a deep breath, calmed his mind, sat cross-legged and began to practice the Great Sunset.

A red sun rose slowly in the sky, and a stream of innate purple air was absorbed by him. For a while, he felt warm all over his body, and his magic power soared.

When he opened his eyes, he looked in the stone jar again, and there was a black and translucent dagger that was more than half a foot long.

He reached out and took it out to look at it. It was made of black iron and gold, but this dagger was made more sophisticated, and all the impurities inside were removed. Even so, it still weighed more than 400 kilograms.

Looking at the dagger, he was ecstatic. It was exactly as he imagined. The only disappointment was that it did not turn into a magic weapon as he expected.

Maybe he was too greedy, and he kept reflecting on himself.

He shrunk the stone jar and put it inside his clothes. This thing was extremely important. He was really worried if he didn't carry it with him.

Playing with the dagger, he thought about many things in his mind. Then he took out the method of Tyrant Body Art and looked at it. Now he has mastered the second level and can practice the third level.

The third level records that in addition to refining the body and skin, it is also necessary to refine the bones. The training method is not very difficult, that is, hitting a giant object, or hitting the body with a stick to achieve the purpose of extremely hard bones.

The posture of practicing this level of skills is even more weird, and in his opinion, it is really too ugly.

He tried to do it according to that posture, but it took him a long time to do it. He couldn't help but wonder if the god who created this skill was a pervert.

Without thinking, he did it according to that posture for a while, and he felt that his bones began to get hot.

It was like throwing himself into the water and boiling, and he could feel that his Gang Qi was actually increasing, which was beyond the reach of the second level of skills.

When he thought of this, he felt happy in his heart, because he had been worried that the second level of practice method could only produce a small amount of Gang Qi.

Now, with more energy, his energy shield will become thicker and stronger. He has experienced the feeling of being beaten by those cultivators.

Once his energy is thick and those cultivators' magic power cannot penetrate it, the reversal begins.

However, this third level is really too speechless. It is better not to find someone to beat him up. It is not difficult to find a place to hit him.

The most abundant thing on Zixia Peak is rocks. He can practice on the huge rock in the front mountain.