It’s not like this wizard is inappropriate

"What the hell?"

Brother Da Zhuang was enjoying his morning tea happily, stuffing a piece of exquisite pastry into his mouth, and looking at Lin An inexplicably.

"Have you never tried it before?" Lin An looked at the big brother with bright eyes, "Practice the breathing method again, start from the apprenticeship stage of the witch hunter knight, run the furnace again, and condense a pair of antlers of your own. ?”

Brother Da Zhuang rolled his eyes, "If I were as talented as you and Lao Zhang and could condense the core of the furnace by myself, I wouldn't have to inherit my father's antlers."

"But you did!"

Lin An rubbed his hands excitedly and said with great interest, "You know the power and rhythm of the core of the Antler Furnace very well. Now that you have re-condensed it, it is much easier than when you were an apprentice!"

"This..." Brother Da Zhuang took a breath and choked on the cake in his mouth. He coughed for a while and quickly drank the black tea on the table.

He stared at Lin An blankly, becoming a little overwhelmed and even worried about gains and losses.

He opened his mouth and hesitated for a while, "Recondensing the antlers?"

Lin An nodded vigorously, "If it works, it may mean that my guess is correct. You may want to check to see if those who practiced the core of the furnace by themselves did not eventually become stone treasures like those who received the inheritance. statue?"

"Good guy!"

Brother Da Zhuang was shocked and couldn't even imagine it.

What a smart person he is, he can think of so many things in an instant.

"If the core of the furnace can really be condensed repeatedly in this way, will there be more descendants to inherit?"

"Then what you condense is really your own will. Oh, you said the condensation of the soul, does that mean that Lao Cao is becoming less and less able to think? Does he just want to break off the antlers and then cultivate his own antlers? "

"Is this even an updated version of the Crucible Core version?"

He had too many questions, so he simply patted the pastry crumbs on his hands, jumped off the iron chair, came to the middle of the garden, and breathed slowly.

Gradually, his chest lit up and the physical furnace started to work again.

He began to practice the most standard deer play in "Eight Animals Show", raising his hands, twisting his wrists and sinking, and his whole shoulders suddenly slumped. The upper body suddenly felt loose and strong, moving up and down with the breathing.

Then his legs were slightly bent, his eyes were slightly closed, and he stood there like a welcoming pine tree in the cold wind.

Swaying, yet standing firm.

Then, he began to take a deft step forward to the left. His body even slightly jumped up, then fell, his center of gravity sank, he swayed up and down, and his hands spread apart.

Each step changes, the posture stretches, and the whole person is like an agile stag, full of power.

Chen Shuyun looked at all this with curiosity. She was the owner of a yoga studio before, and often practiced contortion techniques herself. She also had some understanding of such physical techniques.

Now I am watching such a master practice the deer scene in "Eight Animals" meticulously, feeling the rhythm of the opponent's movements, and I have actually learned a lot.

So she simply followed suit and started practicing, keeping an eye on Brother Big, learning some of his subtle adjustments.

Brother Big Strong's deer scene played like this over and over again. Sister Elena Bell came over to ask everyone to have lunch and ignored it. She just kept tossing and turning in the garden, gradually getting better.

Although he inherited the antlers, it was impossible for the previous generation to break off the antlers and pass them on to him before they were turned into statues.

When he was young, he practiced the deer trick almost every day, hoping that one day he would be able to understand the core of the furnace by himself.

The basic skills are extremely solid!

Sister Elena Bell watched with interest, and did not urge her. She just sat quietly and watched, her eyes reluctant to leave the figure of the strong brother for a moment.

She looked so demure, as if she could just sit there all day without speaking.

Perhaps in the years before Brother Da Zhuang came to Dali Country, she spent her days like this, either praying and inlaying weapons of faith, or sitting in her own garden in a daze.

Waiting for Da Zhuang to come one day, it becomes vivid, and after Da Zhuang leaves again, it becomes silent again.

Brother Da Zhuang didn't owe her anything. Brother Da Zhuang was a rare touch of color in her boring life.

In this way, time passed little by little, and at night, the stars descended.

Dali has almost no industry and is surrounded by mountains on three sides and close to the sea on one side. The environment is well protected and the stars look particularly bright.

In the light of the stars, Brother Da Zhuang suddenly stood still and stood quietly.

He seemed to be asleep, but the orange-red light on his chest was surging faster and faster, and the power of the furnace was surging from his lungs to his body and limbs bit by bit.

Sudden!

A pair of spikes pierced out from the top of his head, continuously stretching and bifurcating, eventually turning into a pair of huge antlers.

He twisted his neck slightly, and the antlers sank into the spiritual world with a buzzing sound. He twisted his neck again, and a red light enveloped his body.

That is the light of the purgatory world.

Obviously, Brother Da Zhuang's current antlers are not the fake antlers of the second furnace core that Lin An made for him, but the complete antlers of the furnace core.

"Power..."

Brother Da Zhuang raised his hand, looked at his palms dreamily, turned his hands suddenly, and grasped the void.

A pair of huge hammers appeared in his hands, chains at the ends of the hammer handles wrapped around his arms.

He rubbed it gently with his fingers, then rubbed his face against the hammer head, and took a deep breath.

Finally, he opened his hands, the sledgehammer disappeared, the red light on his body disappeared, and the antlers on his head also disappeared.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

He put his hands on his hips and looked at the stars in the sky, "The power of my Luo Shiren is back!"

As he said that, he looked at Lin An with bright eyes, "Anzai, thank you, I owe you a favor!"

Lin An responded with a smile, "It should be."

"Anzai, you may not know what you have figured out!" Brother Da Zhuang looked at Lin An and said, "The core version of the domestic melting pot is about to be updated! Hahaha, open up a path of spiritual practice, why don't you even do it in the future? No matter how big of a deal it is, the stubborn old guys in the Eastern Tu Empire can tolerate it."

This is simply the beginning of a new chapter for Antlers!

No, this simply opens a new chapter in the furnace practice!

Brother Da Zhuang also needs to check whether the witch hunter knights who built the core of the furnace by themselves did not turn into statues in the end. This is very important.

It is so important that it suddenly really is like this, even if the inheritance of the Eastern Earth Empire will have a stage of explosive growth in the future, and the strong ones can finally sprint towards a more powerful path.

Lin An didn't think too much. He was very satisfied to be able to help Brother Da Zhuang, his master, and every uncle in Lujiao.

At this moment, his thoughts once again returned to this spiritual space covering the entire city of Lorenza, and he had too many thoughts in his mind.

In the past, he thought it was a dark golden statue of witchcraft and spirituality, if it was really a soul.

So there are too many things to say about the dark golden statues floating in the sky above Lorenza, and the spiritual space covering the entire city.

The road is long and far away, I will search up and down.

Exploring the extraordinary path is really interesting!