Chapter 48: The breeze blows the heart of the teenager

Xiao Chen and the two have not used the secret room for a long time. After a good cleaning, it is already half an hour later.
After Mofan checked the stove again, he solemnly said: "I want to make a fire, and I will listen to my password to pull the bellows."
Xiao Chen nodded, and slowly walked to the bellows, holding the handle made of fine iron wood with both hands, and a cool feeling was uploaded from the wooden handle.
"Start!"
The flame in the stove suddenly rose, and the whole underground room began to heat up, but it was strange.
It seems that the secret room has been subtly designed. After the heat wave hovered in the air for a week, it finally dispersed slowly and evenly distributed throughout the chamber.
In addition to the vents, the breeze coming in, the basement is still very hot, but it is not too unbearable, Xiao Chen abandoned the distracting thoughts in his heart, holding the wooden handle and pulling it back.
laugh! laugh!
Strange things happened. Xiao Chen was surprised to find that he only pulled a few centimeters away and couldn’t pull it. I was shocked in my heart. What is going on here, I will not be able to have the strength of the Chinese Warrior.
Is it even this, the small bellows can not pull.
The flame in the stove slowly went down, and Mo Fan quickly looked at Xiao Chen's side and couldn't help but rush. "Xiao Gongzi, why don't you start, the fire in this stove will be extinguished. I This stewing stove is not an ordinary stove. If you order a fire, you will consume a lot of Lingshi, and you can't just waste it."
Xiao Chen’s heart is in a hurry, but no matter how hard he tries, the bellows is not moving, the sweat on his forehead is constantly dripping, what is going on, what is going on here.
Mo Fan seems to understand something, and quickly came over and wanted to tell Xiao Chen, some of the tricks.
Yu Jiao suddenly stopped to say: "Now is not when you are distracted, look at the stove, prepare to put the moon stone into it, I will teach him."
wave!
Xiao Chen suddenly felt that there was something soft on the back of his head, which felt very comfortable. In the hot basement, there was a cool feeling, which made people calm down.
"Stupid, this bellows is not to be pulled with brute force. You have to work hard with the airflow that overflows it; otherwise you will have no strength to pull it. If you use too much force, it will destroy the bellows."
Xiao Chen only felt a gust of incense, floating in the air, and leaning closely behind him. A pair of proud strong chests, stuck on the back of his head, two slender arms, slowly placed on his hand.
Controlling the wooden handle, slowly pulling the bellows with his arm, and a huge spurt in the fire, the temperature in the basement suddenly increased by a factor of two.
But Xiao Chen feels that the heart is cool and cool. The voice of this moment is more gentle than usual. It is like the coolest summer wind in the world. The slow Buddha moves the impetuous heart of the boy.
Slowly forget the softness of the back of the head. Under the guidance of the tender, Xiao Chen did not rush to pull the wooden handle of the bellows.
I don't know when, Jiao Jiao has slowly left Xiao Chen's back, and looked at the Mofan in front of the fire.
Mofan took out a piece of moonstone from behind and murmured: "It's a waste. Ordinary people refining the spirits, just a little moonstone powder, you can throw them one by one into the stove."
"If there are not a few other rare things, so many moon stones, casting a handful of soldiers, more than enough."
Geng Jiao stared at the moon stone that was constantly falling into the fire, and the scene in front of her eyes began to change slowly...
This is also the case before the millennium. A young boy with a huge day, with a huge number of moonstones, went to the Tianzong.
The contemporary lord of Tian Tianzong, because of his strong personal charm, personally went down to pick him up, and created the second soldier Lei Mujian for him.
When the five colors of the sun shine into the sky, the powerful aura will wrap the entire 昊天宗, and within a hundred miles, you can feel the time of the sword.
Everyone knows that the sixth sacred soldier of the past millennium has been born, she was born from the colorful red light. The holiness is like a fairy in the sky, and the innocent face seems to be a little tender and awkward.
When she was born, she stood there quietly, and her tender face made her look like a child.
But all this is difficult to conceal her pride, she did not look at the world without saying a word, within a thousand miles, a hundred thousand stalks of the soul, because of her appearance and trembled.
Because she is the king of the sword, she is the king of the hundred thousand and eight thousand soul soldiers. Although she was born, she could not conceal her pride. If I am born, then I am the king. All the soldiers must bow to me, because I am the emperor of the sword!
I am a soldier, Lei Di Sangmu sword!
No one can stop my pace. She took a mulberry sword and swept a large piece of Huaguang in the air and flew toward the sky.
"The gods are flying!"
"She wants to choose the Lord!"
The sound of surprise underneath has been repeated four times, but more is very gratifying. No one has thought that this newborn Lei Mujian would be so proud and choose the Lord himself.
But this also gave them a chance, if they can surrender, then they are the masters of this time, the second gods - all the military under the heavens dream of things.
But those who were arrogant in the day did not give them any chance, leaving them only three seconds of thought. I saw him flying in the same sky, such as Dapeng wings, faster than thunder and lightning, and instantly put this Lei Mujian in his hand.
The fallen mulberry wood laughed, and the eyes were a surprise that could not be concealed. "The sword of good pride, from today on, you are called Jiaojiao, and my mulberry wood will be the one who will make you feel proud."
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The temperature in the basement is getting higher and higher, no matter how sophisticated the design is, when the stove is completely burned. Nearly a thousand degrees of heat, in any case, can not be completely dispersed.
Xiao Chen's overall clothes have been completely soaked. In contrast, Mo Fan, the upper body clothes have all been taken off, revealing a strong muscle.
Xiao Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt that the whole body was very hot. The whole basement was like an oven. He felt that he was going to be cooked when he was staying.
Only at this time has reached the critical moment, Mo Fan is stirring the molten iron in the furnace with the secret method unique to the founder. There are only a few pieces left in the moonstone.
At this time, we must not stop. Once we stop, we will give up our efforts.
It’s just really hot. Xiao Chen’s whole body is like a fainting, and the airy box of the propeller is so weak that it will fall down the next moment.
At this moment, a breeze from behind Xiao Chen, this cool wind blew into the heart of Xiao Chen. Dispel the heat of his body, cool it in his heart, and feel refreshed.
Although he can't look back, Xiao Chen can also guess that this breeze comes from the hand of Jiao Jiao. Xiao Chen’s heart rushed through a warm stream, this little girl, I can’t think of the usual poison, and there is a little conscience.
In addition to the conscience, the chest (harmony) of this little girl is really big. Thinking of the previous scene, Xiao Chen’s body actually reacted.
Damn, I think about where I went. Xiao Chen’s patted his head, and his mood finally calmed down, and he continued to push the bellows.
In the past, every minute of the morning, when Xiao Chen is about to hold on, there will always be a breeze behind him, sweeping away his exhaustion and being full of strength again.
The piles of moonstones were all put into the stove. The surface of the boiling stoves was all made of iron and moon made of petrochemicals. The whole surface kept jumping for a drop of water and hot waves.
Mofan carefully observed the iron slurry in the stove, and the hot waves from the pavement did not seem to cause any trouble to him. In the entire fire, the unique yellow glow of Moonstone is exuded.
Mofan looked at the best cold iron with a dignified look, and the left hand made a cyclone. The iron slurry in the stove began to spin up rapidly, and the more horrible heat waves scattered around.
thump!
When the formation of the iron slurry is about to form an extreme vortex, the ink eye quickly puts the best cold iron into the eyes of the vortex, splashing a small molten iron.
The fine cold iron began to melt slowly, and the yellow light and the black light of the cold iron were slowly intertwined. In the end, when the cold irons all melted, the yellow light has completely dispersed, and the molten iron turns into a pure black light.
When Mo Fan saw the time had come, he shouted and his left palm was pressed against the fire. A huge suction came from his palm. The molten iron in the bottom of the furnace began to roll continuously and gathered in the air.
The sweat of Mofan’s forehead, the drips, the following rain generally kept falling, but at this moment he did not care about it. Looked nervously, and brought the molten iron to his palm.
In the end, the molten iron in the stove was sucked into the air by him, forming an iron ball of football laughter, emitting terrible heat waves, and constantly spinning.
puff!
At this moment, in the hands of Jiao Jiao suddenly appeared a ray of light, the next moment a light and shadow shot from her hand, directly into the iron ball.
Mo Fan said in amazement: "This is the source of the fighting..."
The source of fighting against the sun, the most powerful source of attack and attack between heaven and earth, the soul soldiers who possess it can be derived from the most powerful fighting in the world.
The legendary source of the struggle is divided into six, each representing a different interpretation of the attack. The six sources of fighting are respectively inlaid in six different sub-sacred soldiers.
It is said that if these six sacred soldiers are united together, the source of the fighting sacredness can be combined to form a new sacred soldier. It’s just that throughout the ages, there are only ten sacred soldiers in the history of this tens of thousands of years.
No one knows the true and false of the truth of this legend, because no one can bring these six-handed soldiers together.