Chapter 130: Training Muscles, Bones and Skin
While Lin Feng was concentrating on drawing the talisman, there was a solemn atmosphere inside the incense temple. Last night, the assassin paper men destroyed more than twenty incense towers in various states.
At first, Xiang Temple thought that only a certain state was deliberately sabotaging their plan, but when intelligence from various places reached the ears of the founder of Xiang Temple during the day, the matter immediately became extremely serious.
Song Zhong, the head of the Xiang Temple in a certain netherworld, came here again. In front of him were nine huge and terrifying statues of the ancestors.
"Reporting to the ancestors, according to the investigation arranged by the disciples, we found that the destroyed incense towers were all destroyed by the same method."
"There are no corpses in the incense building, most of the things have been burned, and there are not many traces of fighting. Only various weird powers remain."
"The disciples guess that this is definitely a big force that can mobilize a large number of magic masters in a short period of time. It is very likely that these forces have a deep hatred for our Xiang Temple."
Song Zhong's eyes were filled with anger when he said this. Now all the ancestors have woken up, and even the incense owner is paying attention to this matter.
This made him feel a little angry. According to his idea, he should just hit the door and completely defeat the opponent!
However, according to the results of the investigation, it seems that the other party's background is not small, so he has to act with caution.
"snort!"
Suddenly, an extremely angry snort from a Patriarch shook the netherworld.
"I'll take action tonight!"
"This must never happen again!"
Then another Patriarch also spoke, and they were naturally extremely dissatisfied with this result.
However, rashly arranging manpower to pursue the pursuit will only lead to being led by others, and there is even a risk of falling into the trap prepared by the other party.
"Yes! Disciple understands!"
Hearing the Patriarch's words, Song Zhong immediately bowed and saluted. No matter how the Patriarchs took action, those Xiaoxiao would not be able to escape.
Soon Song Zhong turned into a ball of smoke and dissipated, but the nine ancestors did not leave just like that.
"Wow!"
Suddenly, there was a sound of turning pages in this netherworld, and the nine ancestors bowed and saluted with clasped fists.
"Meet the Incense Master!"
"Meet the Incense Master!"
"..."
Their loud voices echoed throughout the Netherland, but they could never overpower the sound of the pages turning.
"The Divine Kingdom of Incense and Fire, acting against nature, has caused three disasters and nine disasters, and this is one of them!"
"The incense is set up to attract deceit, the net is tightly woven, the soldiers are in front, and the conspiracy is behind the scenes."
Suddenly, a huge yellowed book page appeared out of thin air, and then a series of ink characters appeared on it, which immediately shocked the nine ancestors present.
They never expected that the three disasters and nine disasters had just begun, and they never thought that there was a deeper hidden hand behind the incense owner's intention.
"Follow the law!"
Then these ancestors saluted again, but now they understood what to do.
In the evening, Lin Feng, who had been drawing talismans all day, felt a little dizzy.
But what surprised him even more was that according to the observation of the corpse collector, there was no obvious big movement in Xiang Temple.
The incense towers that still exist in Linzhou and Liuzhou are still attracting believers by distributing money and food, and even the incense towers that were burned down by the assassins' paper figures have been re-established.
"Is there something wrong?"
Lin Feng felt a little puzzled by this result. It was absolutely impossible to find clues with Xiang Temple's methods.
You must know that there are weirdos in Zhensi who specialize in looking for weirdness based on weirdness. Xiang Temple may also have this kind of weirdness, so Lin Feng dispersed the assassin paper figures into the deep mountains and old forests for them to slowly find them.
But throughout the whole day, none of the assassin paper figures were found at all, and the incense building seemed not to be affected.
"When something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Although I don't know what kind of medicine they are selling in their gourds, it is obviously weird!"
Looking at the fiery red scene on the western mountain horizon at sunset, Lin Feng faintly felt that the setting sun was like blood.
"It's better to be still than to move. If you don't move, then I won't move either!"
"When my internal strength reaches the level of four hundred years, I will immediately start to improve the strength of Drama and Gluttony!"
If the people from Xiang Temple were looking for the assassin paper man Lin Feng all over the world with great fanfare, they would not be so cautious, because it means that the other party has been led by his nose.
But now Xiangmiao's actions were obviously not like this, so Lin Feng had to be more careful, otherwise he would not want to fall into the opponent's trap.
After dinner, Lin Feng did not continue drawing talismans, but went directly to the cemetery deep in Xinglong Ridge.
"Hangchi, bangchi, bangchi"
Hundreds of corpses were quickly buried by Lin Feng, and the majestic internal force in his body began to surge again.
At this moment, he felt a little hot. Even though it was already winter, he still felt that the clothes on his body were really superfluous.
Lin Feng took off his clothes to reveal the strong muscles on his body. At this time, his skin showed a special bronze color.
Every place where blood vessels are easily seen on the arms, back, and chest, there are blood vessels popping up at this time.
At this moment, Lin Feng felt that a large amount of internal force seemed to be spreading on the surface of his body. The internal force that originally only strengthened the internal organs and muscles had now extended to the surface of the body.
"Come here and hit me hard with the stick!"
Lin Feng seemed to have thought of something and directly controlled several heavily armored paper figures to grab a few wooden sticks and beat his body.
"Bah bang bang!"
The wooden stick with a thick wrist hit Lin Feng hard under the swing of the heavily armored paper man, but instead of feeling pain, Lin Feng felt a little itchy.
"Too light! Keep pushing!"
The wooden stick couldn't even leave a mark on Lin Feng's body, which made Lin Feng feel extremely dissatisfied.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
As he spoke again, the heavily armored paper man used more force, and this time the wooden stick he swung was powerful and heavy.
But Lin Feng's body felt as if he had been hit on thick cowhide. Apart from hearing a muffled sound, there was no other impact.
Lin Feng felt much more comfortable this time, but he still had a feeling of being out of touch and never feeling happy enough.
The internal force spreading out of his body was constantly tempering his skin, and the beatings with the wooden stick again and again were actually accelerating this process.
"Click~"
Suddenly a wooden stick broke when it hit Lin Feng, which made Lin Feng feel speechless.
"Change another one and continue!"
After saying this, Lin Feng felt that it would be best to use an iron rod, but there are no ready-made iron rods for a while now.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
After breaking several wooden sticks in a row, the turbulent internal force in Lin Feng's body gradually calmed down.
"Stop!"
Lin Feng, who gradually adapted, stopped the heavily armored paper man from raising the stick, and then put on the clothes he had taken off.
"It's coming soon. After tomorrow, the internal energy in my body will completely break through the four-hundred-year mark!"
"But I'm afraid it will be even more intense next time. It seems that we have to take action tonight. Not to mention the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, at least we have to get some iron rods!"
Lin Feng knew that top-grade magic weapons were not easy to forge, but top-grade or mid-grade weapons were relatively simple.
If you can't get a good weapon embryo, you can get some iron rods to use tomorrow.
When he came to the stone house, Lin Feng directly used a trick fire to light the coal stove, and then threw a few pieces of ore that looked like broken limbs into it for calcination.
According to the strange iron craftsmen, these materials are not top-grade ores. They can only be said to be usable. The best ores are those with complete shapes and lifelike postures.
In other words, the closer the shape is to a living person, the better the quality of the ore!