Library of Heaven’s Path

There is a violent shaking in front of the eyes. Zhang Hang knows the transmission array and involves the space. It will be of great help to comprehend the Yantian Tianshu. As soon as he enters it, the eye of Mingli will immediately turn and want to see the specific operation mode.

The surrounding colorful lights are flashing, like flying in the air, a strip of texture, densely appearing in front of you, like a beautiful pattern.

"The texture of the seal is somewhat similar..."

A movement in my heart.

The transmission array under the eyes of Mingli is similar to the pattern of Fengshengjie. It is like a line from one to nine, which is closely combined to form a length, a width and a height, which constitute a space.

Call!

A cockroach, the light in front of the eyes disappeared, looking around and found that it was already in a small valley.

The surrounding woods are dense, and the streams flow down and hit the rocks like a musical instrument.

Look around for a lap.

There are green vegetation on both sides, similar to the previously entered Jianchi Island, but it looks like a canyon.

"First look for the Holy Beast, the more you beat, the higher the score!"

Knowing that time is waiting for people, there is not much hesitation, and Zhang Suhang flies up the canyon.

There aren't many other rules to know, but if you beat the Holy Beast, you will definitely be able to score. In this case, rely on strength and a few more.

When the Hongyuan Teachers College was first evaluated, he experienced a similar situation and tamed hundreds of spirited beasts, which scored far more than others.

Training the beast, dealing with the holy beast... Even if it is stronger than his strength, it is definitely worse than the real one. It is definitely a big tool for brushing points.

Fast flight, a variety of plants, passing in front of you.

It’s not a place with a lot of aura, there are so many kinds of plants, even if it is him, there are many, no name.

On the way, in addition to cultivation, I have been reading in the sea, and the books I collected before have been almost all read.

Speaking of knowledgeable, probably nine-star teachers, can not match, this amount of knowledge ... there are vegetation can not name, to see the prosperity of the species.

"Well? Not right..."

After carefully looking at the various vegetation, flying for a while, Zhang frowned and frowned.

According to the scope of his gods, flying for so long, even if you can't meet the powerful holy beast, you can certainly meet ordinary life. Now, except for the vegetation, you can't find it. It is a bit strange.

"Isn't that being sent directly to some sort of method?"

Stop the flight, and the layers of light glow in the eyes, looking around.

The eye of Mingli has the effect of breaking the illusory, and after a while, it makes him see that something is wrong.

"It's a magical array..."

Shake his head and move his body. He came to a place and his foot was lightly glimpsed.

Hey!

There are countless vegetation, the blink of an eye is collapsed, and the eyes are still flowing, but it is not the same as before. It is no longer a valley, but a small thatched cottage. Standing in the green mountains and green waters, quiet and peaceful, still not When you come to the front, you will naturally feel relaxed.

Knowing that in the assessment of Lushanmen, Zhang Hang did not dare to take it lightly and slowly move forward.

Zila, Zila!

I haven’t come to the front, a friction sounds, and I look around the corner of the wooden house. I saw an old man sitting on the edge of the stream not far away, grinding things.

is an iron rod.

The iron bar at this time, under constant grinding, has begun to become thinner, at the tip of the tip, like a fine needle.

"Iron honing into a needle?"

After stunned, Zhang is full of doubts.

The sacred attack of the sacred beast, some people besieged, trapped by the formation method... It’s not unusual to see someone grinding the iron rod, so that his second monk can’t figure it out.

"Do you know what I am doing?"

It’s strange, a faint voice sounds, the old man who grinds the iron rod seems to see him, the action keeps on, and the tone comes with an inquiry.

"You are grinding the needle!" Zhang Hangdao.

"Hey?" The old man turned his head and turned his head: "Do you know that I am grinding the needle?"

The thick iron rod, the outsider saw, would only think that he was polishing some kind of weapon. This one saw that he was a little surprised when he was grinding the needle.

"Yeah, you use iron bars to grind the needles, I want to tell me that as long as I have the determination, I will work hard, and the hard things can be successful... As the saying goes, as long as the effort is deep, the iron smashes into a needle. !"

Zhang Hang Road.

"This..."

The old man blinked his eyes.

He was not very talented during his lifetime, and he always felt that he couldn’t catch up with other people. Later, one day he went out and saw the teacher rubbing the iron shovel, told him to grind it into an embroidery needle, and said the previous words, let it Great benefit, since then, all the way forward, has come to the present level.

To make the same move, I want to let future generations be inspired and give encouragement. How come... this guy in front of me has a purpose, let him have a lot of words, and he can’t say it on his chest. ?

"Iron honing needle..." I did a swallowing action. The old man was trying to talk. He saw the young man in front of him. He shook his head and sighed: "The intention is good, but, in my opinion, it is doing No work!"

"Why?" Wrinkled, the old man couldn't help but look over.

When he was greatly inspired, how could it be useless?

"It's very simple. If you're not mistaken, you are not a real person, but a soul mark. This thing that is ground is a piece of Xingling Iron. This thing is hard and hard, and more precious than Jinjingxuan. The grinding thing is a piece. Ordinary bluestone... The gap between the two levels is like using cotton to polish iron bars. Do you think it will succeed?"

Zhang Hang Road.

The eye of Mingli is running. He has already seen the old man in front of him, not a real person, but a mark of the soul.

The iron in his hand is a very rare star spirit, hard and hard, even if the eight-star refiner, it is difficult to melt, grinding with ordinary stones... It is just a joke.

"Even if you don't pay attention to your efforts, you can get something to gain. But, as a soul mark, how long can you sustain yourself? I remember it is good, the soul mark, in the outside world, is not long!

Zhang Hang continued.

The seal of the soul, he has seen it many times, has not been activated, sleep can exist for a long time, once awake, basically can not survive for a long time.

For example, Qiuwu Gusheng, the old swordman who I have seen before... The strength of the life before the birth, the imprint left, did not exist for a long time, it dissipated.

"This..." Seeing his analysis is well-founded, the old man shook his head helplessly, put down the iron shovel in his hand, and praised him in his eyes: "You are very smart, your eyesight is good, so you can see it so soon... ..."

The reason why grinding iron bars here is not only to motivate future generations, but more of an assessment.

The other side glanced at the purpose and saw that he was a soul mark, indicating that his eyesight was good and he was very smart.

"It's very simple to see these!" Zhang shook his head.

Even if his past life was not a scholar of knowledge, the story of the iron smashed into an embroidery needle was heard. The other party used this to educate. For others, it may be very inspiring and shocking. For him, It’s already familiar, not a slight wave.

"Actually, if you really want to grind this star spirit into a fine needle, there is no way. This ordinary bluestone is definitely not good. You need a mysterious stone to match the hanging wood juice!"

Slightly smile, Zhang hangs.

"Oh? You said that Xuanjinshi with hanging wood juice can grind the star spirit into a fine needle?"

Awkward, the old man wants to say something, dumb in the mouth, some can't believe it.

"Yes!"

Zhanghang gently smiled: "It's very simple, the hanging wood juice has a corrosive effect, with the Xuan Jinshi, and then a few herbs, can easily corrode the hard part of the star spirit, just calculate the iron in your hand The quality of the rod, the configuration of enough liquid, can be eroded into the size of the embroidery needle in a few minutes, no need to grind!"

"A few minutes?"

"I just have these herbs here, I can give you a try!"

When the wrist is turned over, take out a pile of herbs, and the Zhang Suspension refers to the wind.

The black-and-white square owner Ji Lingfeng’s storage ring was taken away. The medicinal materials and treasures contained in it were more than those collected before. These drugs, although precious, can still be assembled.

Soon, many liquids are combined to form a special juice.

Take out a piece of basalt stone, spread the juice evenly, and reach out and take the iron rod and put it in.

Zombie!

A burst of white mist rises, and the Xingling Iron shrinks rapidly. Like Zhang Suo said, after a few minutes of effort, it becomes a thin embroidery needle.

The foliage and the mysterious stone are just consumed at this time, and they are not bad, as if they have been accurately calculated.

A finger flicks, a fine needle flies to the palm of your hand, and the hanging hand is handed to the opposite old man: "Help you get it done, don't continue to grind it here, it's very hard... It's not easy, it doesn't work... ..."

"..."

The old man’s mouth is pumping.

He just wants to check each other, and the result... The two goods in front of me really grind his iron shovel into an embroidery needle... Do you want to be so pitted?

The most important thing is to say that he is a meal, like the elders are encouraging future generations...

Do you know who I am? Just talk like this?

Shake your head and throw away the depression in your heart. The old man looked over: "You just took a look at the iron bar and calculated the dose of the medicine... It seems that your eye of the eye has reached 'Meticulous, not too bad's realm!"

"Do you know that I have a clear eye?"

Zhang Hangyi.

After four days of recognition, his eye of the Ming Dynasty can be completely hidden. As long as he does not want to, the eight-star top designer may not be able to see it.

The old man in front of him, because it is the seal of the soul, can not see the strength, but can recognize at a glance... the cultivation before the birth, it is too deep!

"Is it a nine-star teacher?"

A heartbeat, Zhang Hang couldn’t help but look over, and the fist couldn’t help but pinch.

The most famous teacher he has ever seen is the elder Hao Hao who just told them to enter here. The so-called nine-star teacher has never seen it, and even the name does not know.

If you reach this level in front of you, you may really see that you have the eye of reason.