I have a magic pot

Xian'er explained.

"Master, in the cultivation world, in order to improve their combat power, warriors will use weapons in addition to practicing martial arts.

And the weapons used by spiritual warriors, which can increase their own spiritual power and burst out powerful lethality, are called "spiritual weapons", and they are also the most common weapons on the mainland.

But in addition to spiritual weapons, there is also a kind of weapon exclusively for "spiritual masters", which can transmit or enhance spiritual power. It is called "spiritual soldiers". The rarity of this weapon is at least dozens of spiritual soldiers times, but also much more precious.

A third-level spirit weapon may be worth hundreds of low-level spirit stones, while a third-level spirit weapon costs at least a thousand low-level spirit stones, and there is no market for it. "

"hiss……!"

When Han Feng heard this, he couldn't help gasping.

Thousands of low-level spirit stones are worth millions of gold coins. I am afraid that even the existence of the five major families will not be easy to take out so many gold coins at one time.

After the shock, Han Feng said a little excitedly.

"Xian'er, what do you mean, these Nianbing fragments are worth thousands of spirit stones?"

"Pfft..."

Xian'er sneered.

"Master, what are you thinking? Although Nian Bing is precious, it must be a complete Nian Bing.

As for these fragments, when Nian Bing collapsed, not only the internal structure had been damaged, but also various materials that were mixed during the refining process were also mixed in.

Now that the mental power cannot be controlled, this is nothing more than a pile of waste. The price of two hundred gold coins is purely a scam. "

"Uh……"

Han Feng's complexion suddenly became ugly.

"You... you know you're cheating, but you still let me buy it? Do I look like I've been taken advantage of?"

"Oh... Master, don't worry, I haven't finished talking yet.

To others, these fragments are just a pile of scrap iron, but don't forget, the demon refining pot can refine all things, and naturally it can also refine the impurities in these fragments, leaving the "spiritual power metal" in them, It is even possible to refine a Nian Bing again. "

Han Feng didn't get too excited when he heard the words. He understood Xian'er somewhat, and immediately asked lightly.

"You tell me directly, how many spirit stones are needed to refine a Nianbing."

Xian'er smiled charmingly.

"Not much, at most two or three hundred spirit stones, master, you really made a lot of money!"

The muscles on Han Feng's face twitched, and finally he said calmly.

"Okay, assuming I lost two hundred gold coins, I don't want this Psychic Armor. Besides, I'm not a Psychic Master, and I don't need this Psychic at all."

Xian'er giggled, but said meaningfully.

"Master, you have practiced the Dao Xuan Jue, these things will come in handy sooner or later."

Han Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly had a feeling that someone had dug a hole in advance, waiting for him to jump down.

"Forget it, let's practice first!"

Han Feng stopped thinking about it, and planned to hurry up and practice.

But tonight, he didn't intend to improve his cultivation, but wanted to try what Xian'er said, to practice martial arts in the realm of the pot.

As Han Feng has been involved in martial arts for a longer time, he also knows the importance of martial arts.

The so-called "Ten years of hard work are in vain if you don't practice martial arts", no matter how high your cultivation level is, if you don't practice martial arts, the power you can display is only one-tenth of your own.

Only when one is successful in martial arts cultivation can one truly unleash one's potential.

Once she made up her mind to communicate with Xian'er, Xian'er told Han Feng how to enter the demon refining pot, and at the same time taught Han Feng a small way to put some items into the demon refining pot.

Of course, the amount of things to store depends on the strength of Han Feng's mental strength and the energy level of the stored items.

Today's Han Feng can barely collect the three cheat books, the pile of Nianbing fragments, and more than ten low-level spirit stones into the demon refining pot, and he can't collect any more.

After storing the items, Han Feng recited a formula in his heart, and the blue imprint on his heart flashed with light.

The next moment, a feeling of dizziness appeared, Han Feng's eyes went dark, and he came to the white world again in an instant.

In front of him, the holy, enchanting and beautiful Xian'er, who is not like a mortal, is standing in front of Han Feng, and said angrily at Han Feng.

"Master, you are finally willing to come and see him."

Seeing Xian'er's "hateful and resentful" demeanor, Han Feng knew that he couldn't communicate too much with the other party, because if he didn't pay attention, he would be teased beyond his control, so he hurried straight to the topic.

"Xian'er, I want to practice martial arts, how can I get the demon refining pot to assist me?"

Xian'er heard the words and said with a resentful face.

"The master only needs to practice martial arts as usual in the territory of the pot. I will absorb the spiritual power to control the demon refining pot and help the master practice."

Han Feng nodded without any further hesitation, and made a prick, recalling the regretful mountain fist in his mind, and began to perform it on the spot.

And Xian'er also fluttered backward in a timely manner, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

At the beginning, when Han Feng practiced boxing in Huzhong, he felt that there was no difference from when he practiced outside.

But as time went by, he gradually discovered the difference.

As the Mountain of Regret Fist was performed, Han Feng discovered that the surrounding white clouds began to change, and they actually glowed red.

The temperature in the space seemed to be gradually rising, and my body began to heat up, as if I was in a furnace.

But Han Feng's heart has become surprisingly calm, so calm that there is no trace of distracting thoughts in his heart, and he has forgotten time and space...

In the end, he even completely forgot himself, and suddenly a picture scroll appeared in his empty mind.

It was an illusory figure, with steady steps, fast strides, and two fists blasted out one after another. The seemingly random punch was as firm as a mountain, and every punch burst out like the sound of the earth collapsing!

The next moment, the picture changed suddenly, and there seemed to be a rolling rock falling in front of that figure, crushing towards him.

But that figure did not retreat but advanced, striding forward, with both fists wide open and closed, swinging freely.

Every time he punches, he can smash a huge boulder, and he is invincible all the way, unstoppable!

"Boom boom boom...!"

The dull voice echoed in Han Feng's mind, and his eyes became hot and shocked.

Because the boxing technique used by this figure is the "Mount Regret Boxing".

Regret mountain boxing is divided into three realms, "gathering strength", "breaking wood" and "breaking rock".

As for the Mountain of Regret Fist that the figure in front of him used, Han Feng felt that it had even surpassed the third level of the "rock-breaking realm" and had reached a new height.

While being horrified in his heart, Han Feng also discovered that he could actually see all the subtle changes in the muscles and bones in that figure's body when the boxing was performed.

It seems that there are still dark red air currents flowing in his body, which seems to be what Xian'er called "Qi and blood".

All of this was constantly engraved in Han Feng's mind, and before he knew it, he began to imitate that figure, and once again performed Regret Mountain Fist.

At first, he just imitated the movement of that figure. Later, he began to try to imitate the stretching of its muscles and bones, and even tried to control the movement of Qi and blood in his body...

Chapter 39 "Recharge Players"

"Boom boom boom...!"

The white space in the pot has turned red.

In the red mist, Han Feng's eyes were closed tightly, and his feet moved quickly. Every step was steady and solid, as if rooted in the ground.

At this moment, with every punch Han Feng threw, all the muscles and bones in his body exerted force at the same time, concentrating on one point.

The power that erupted was several times stronger than that of a full blown punch in the past, and it has unexpectedly reached the first level of "gathering strength" of regret mountain fist.

But at this moment, Han Feng has not stopped punching. After finishing a set of punches, he continues to practice from the beginning, and his strength is still increasing.

This continued for two full hours.

In Huzhong, Han Feng's eyes were closed tightly, he was already sweating profusely, and white mist appeared from the top of his head.

But he didn't realize it, his body was like a machine, and he was still punching frantically.

Suddenly, in the void, a red light flashed, and Xian'er's slender and perfect figure appeared.

Looking at Han Feng who was immersed in the practice of Regret Mountain Fist, she casually threw a log as thick as an adult's thigh and flew towards Han Feng's back.

With his eyes closed, Han Feng was keenly aware of the strong wind coming from behind. He suddenly twisted his waist and turned around, stepped forward with a step, his heels exerted force, his muscles contracted, his joints tightened like springs, and his blood accelerated in an instant.

"Mount Regret Fist!"

With a loud shout, Han Feng concentrated all his strength into a punch, and blasted out brazenly, directly hitting the wooden stake.

"Boom...!"

With a muffled sound, the thick wooden stake was blown to pieces by Han Feng's punch.

The moment the stake shattered, Han Feng finally woke up. He opened his eyes and looked at the shattered pieces of wood under his feet. He looked at his fist in astonishment.

Xian'er floated down, smiled sweetly and said.

"Congratulations, master, you have reached the second stage of 'Smashing Wood' in the Mountain of Regret Fist."

When Han Feng heard this, he couldn't help but slapped his eyes in shock, and immediately tried to use the Regret Mountain Fist, and threw a punch.

Han Feng only felt that his body became extremely coordinated, and when he punched out, there was a slight sound of piercing through the air, and the power was far greater than before.

"I have really reached the second stage of broken wood!"

Han Feng was overwhelmed with surprise, and couldn't help asking.

"Xian'er, how much time did I spend?"

Xian'er said proudly.

"It's just dawn outside now, Master, you only spent one night."

Han Feng's expression became more and more surprised. In just one night, he actually crossed the "Gathering Force Realm" of the beginning of Regret Mountain Fist, and went straight to the second level of "Smashing Wood Realm", which is really inconceivable.

You know, it took my younger brother Han Lei to cultivate to the Broken Wood Realm, but it took several years to do it, and Han Feng didn't know until he reached the Broken Wood Realm.

When Han Lei broke the wooden pile with one punch, he had just stepped into the threshold of the broken wood realm. There is still a gap between him and himself when he smashed the wooden pile with one punch.

In other words, Han Feng has now surpassed Han Lei in terms of cultivation and martial arts attainments, and all these changes only took half a month.

"Xian'er, thank you very much!"

Han Feng looked at Xian'er and thanked him sincerely.

If it weren't for the help of the demon refining pot, even if Han Feng travels to another world, he might just be a trash waiting to die. Maybe he would have been played to death by Zhou Dafu's family long ago.

Xian'er smiled shyly, which is rare.

"Master, you don't have to be so polite. Besides, to drive the demon refining pot, you have to rely on the spirit stones earned by the master."

Han Feng nodded when he heard the words, but suddenly woke up suddenly, and asked nervously.

"Yes... By the way, Xian'er, how many spirit stones did you spend this night?"

When Xian'er heard this, her beautiful eyes turned into crescent moons, and she said sweetly.

"Not many, only seven spirit stones were used, and I only felt comfortable for one night."

"Uh……!"

Han Feng's face turned red instantly, but he opened his mouth wide but couldn't speak a word.

It looked like a cock whose neck had been strangled, staggered and almost fell to the ground.

It cost seven low-level spirit stones in one night, and if they were exchanged for money, that would be seven thousand gold coins. Half of the fourteen spirit stones I just bought were consumed in an instant.

Han Feng's heart is bleeding, the level of "krypton gold" in the demon refining pot is simply worse than that of Penguin Company in his previous life!

"Xian'er, you...why didn't you tell me earlier that you need to consume so many spirit stones?"

Xian'er looked innocent.

"Master, you didn't ask me."

"..."

"Then why did you ask me to stop practicing at this time? Did your conscience find out?"

With a hint of resentment in her eyes, Xian'er sighed.

"Sigh... whoever made Master's body too weak, it has reached its limit at this moment.