Is It Possible That Farming Is The Real Cultivation Of Immortals?

An Jia was directly thrown out of the door.

For a short while, his body was numb, and his hair stood on end from the electric shock.

"Damn it... Fortunately, I know that lightning is just static electricity... If it's AC, I won't be done with it?"

An Jia shook off the scum all over her body, with a black face on her face, brushed her hair, and hurried to see the pulp.

Due to the electric shock just now, the whirlwind lost control and immediately dissipated, turning into a pool of pulp again.

He is afraid of problems.

As a result, I was relieved to see that no pulp was exposed.

"Huh? This pulp...is so delicate! It's really me!"

Originally, a foot of pulp was gray and sticky, and you could see the white flocs hanging inside.

What now?

The whole pulp is almost like a paste from cooking porridge.

"It still has to be me, this method works."

An Jia is a little proud, he must seize the opportunity and praise himself without hesitation.

But after boasting, I looked at the pulp carefully and found that the wadding was thick and thin.

This is unbearable.

Since it can be made more delicate, it is of course striving for perfection.

Besides, if there was no sudden electric shock just now, it shouldn't be so uneven.

"Continue to continue... Whirlwind Jue~start!"

He raised his hand and moved, and his spiritual sense and consciousness suddenly rushed out.

The rivers and lakes in the entire ground pool rotated into a whirlpool.

A vortex rises and soon becomes a tornado.

While doing it, An Jia didn't stop thinking, she was still thinking.

"With my current ability, reaching the level of light ink is already the limit."

"If you want to make the pulp more delicate, you must either improve your ability, or..."

"Increase the speed, maintain the state, stretch the time."

He finds it interesting, anyway, he still has enough strength, so let's continue.

But this kind of thing is not so easy.

When the speed increases to eighty-one revolutions per breath, lightning will inevitably occur.

When the speed increases by twelve revolutions, the power of lightning will increase by one point.

An Jia's ability is that the two inner and outer whirlwinds rotate at 81 rpm.

The relative rotation is exactly one hundred and sixty-two revolutions.

If you want to be more delicate, you have to increase it to more than 150 rpm.

But this is bound to produce lightning that is difficult to prevent.

Moreover, this thunderbolt will inevitably hit the nearest puller——An Jia.

The whole house is surrounded by dead matter, bamboo, which does not conduct electricity.

And An Jia is the closest.

boom! boom! boom!

After repeated efforts, An Jia found that...

It wasn't that he discovered it, it was that he felt that people had been stunned by electricity.

Every time the electricity hit Dovetail, at first the shock made his heart stiff and unbearable.

After three times, although he still flew out, he was able to get up immediately.

After ten times, if he was hit again, he lost his mind for an instant.

Thirty times later...

He kind of relished being shocked, wondering if he had awakened some kind of trait.

However, he didn't think he could withstand such a powerful lightning strike.

The reason why it was still carried down was for two reasons.

One, this thing is static electricity from friction, which explodes in an instant.

Just like that, he kept plowing and beating, his body was solid.

Another, he's standing barefoot on the ground right now - grounded!

Directly introduce part of the electricity into the ground, what are you afraid of?

Ever since, the scene in the bathing room became...strange.

An Jia keeps the posture and turns the cyclone at full speed to grind the pulp.

The black whirlwind in front continuously released thick and thin thunderbolts, bombarding his body.

He grinned every time he was bombarded.

Looking at it like that, it's not so much painful... but it feels like it's secretly refreshing.

After all the pulp was beaten, An Jia stretched and crackled all over.

The clothes, which were already old, were now even more tattered.

All of this, everything, is not important compared with what is in front of you.

Pulp, done!

Delicate, you have to open your eyes to see a little bit of white spots, that is floc.

And if you look carefully, you will find that the flocks are abnormally dense.

In a drop of pulp, there are thirty or fifty points.

"Paper copying!"

In ecstasy, he used the Whirlwind Jue to pull the two ends of the bamboo strips, stretch them into the ground pond, and fish them up.

The excess water fell one after another, and the top of the bamboo strips was white.

He used the Whirlwind Art to manipulate one end of the huge bamboo strip, and he grabbed the other end, put it upside down on the bamboo stool next to him.

After buckling, take out the outer frame and gently untie the strip.

In this way, there is a blank sheet of paper on the Zhuchun stool.

Just like that, he scooped up one by one, and after half a day's work, he scooped up all of them.

Exactly six hundred and fifty.

Six hundred and fifty sheets, divided into four dozen, spread out on the spring bench.

Water drops dripped down the spring stool.

According to the normal situation, there is another process next.

He found a large door panel made of bamboo - he nailed it together horizontally with thick bamboo strips.

After nailing, the surface is polished and coated with bamboo tar, and the seams are no longer visible after maintenance.

It looks like a whole big board.

He also used the same technique to make tea table furniture and the like.

The size of this large door panel was just the same as the area of ​​the spring stool.

After attaching it to four dozen sheets of paper, he brought the big stone blocking the kiln entrance by cart.

This stone is very heavy, put it up.

Shua la la...

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