Chapter 1180 The last one, Chen Dong’s determination!

This is like reviewing a textbook.

The knowledge points have been mastered, but reviewing them again not only deepens the memory, but also has new insights.

This is exactly what Chen Dong is doing at this moment.

After realizing "qi" through the first forty-two Tianlang martial arts bodies, he has been trying to control "qi".

But in this process, I trained again and again and again to recall the martial arts inheritance of Tianlang’s martial arts body, and all of them were scattered memory fragments.

At this moment, together with Mr. Zhang, he was "reviewing" the memories of the top twelve Tianlang martial arts bodies!

Another two hours.

The third martial arts body was cast.

Zhang Wudao hurriedly stepped forward and helped Mr. Zhang sit down and rest.

But Chen Dong stopped in place, landed his right hand on the place where the chisel was chiseled for the last time, closing his eyes and frowned.

"Um?

!”

Huo Zhenxiao raised his sword eyebrows and discovered Chen Dong's abnormality.

Zhang Wudao also discovered Chen Dong at this time and was about to step forward.

A big hand fell on Zhang Wudao's shoulder.

Huo Zhenxiao said in a deep voice: "Don't disturb him, he is feeling it."

Insights?

Zhang Wudao was stunned for a moment and stopped moving forward.

This also made Old Master Zhang, who was sitting on the chair, lit up his eyes and looked at Chen Dong with a burning look.

“Can this all enter a state of perception?

I hope that I can bring the thief to the top in the future. I hope that the old man will bet right!”

This is what Mr. Zhang thinks.

Only half an hour later, Mr. Zhang, who was resting almost the same, was a little helpless.

Chen Dong was immersed in his insights and could not interrupt him. The matter of forging a martial arts body would have to be put on hold for the time being.

Just then.

Chen Dong closed his eyes and said slowly: "Senior, the time is up, let's go to the fourth seat."

"good!"

Mr. Zhang responded, and then walked towards the fourth zodiac martial arts body.

Without saying anything, Chen Dong never opened his eyes from beginning to end. As Mr. Zhang approached and prepared, his right index finger fell directly on Wu Dao and began to outline it.

Zhang Wudao looked at this scene and couldn't help but look at Huo Zhenxiao in confusion. He wanted to ask, but finally he held it back.

Huo Zhenxiao was smiling and watching this scene with great enthusiasm.

If this kid can control the "qi" while casting the martial arts body, then it will be Great Perfection.

Dangdangdangdang...

The sound of chisel strikes echoed in the barracks.

Chen Dong was always immersed in the state of perception, and the feeling of being there or not, as if it was real or illusion, as if it had been grasped and as if it was not grasped, always lingered in his heart.

In the dark, he seemed to have grabbed a line, a line that could control "qi", but he still couldn't grasp it firmly.

But this did not affect his outline of the human form of the martial arts inheritance for Mr. Zhang.

The two of them cooperated perfectly and at a very fast speed.

When the greatest obstacles disappear and everything happens naturally, everything becomes particularly simple.

In this state of complete immersion, even time passes quickly.

When he was cast to the sixth martial arts body, Huo Zhenxiao warned Zhang Wudao not to disturb Chen Dong's condition, and then turned around and left.

He hopes that the martial arts body will be cast as soon as possible.

But as the ruler of the first army, there are still many military affairs to deal with in this extremely cold night and cold weather, and it is impossible for them to stay in this barracks all the time.

Dangdangdangdang...

The sound of the chisel strike echoed, like the sound of nature.

Everything is going on step by step.

After a martial arts body is successfully cast, Mr. Zhang will temporarily rest for half an hour and then continue casting.

Mr. Zhang is injured and has a high life. With such high intensity and concentration, the consumption is extremely high. It is already the hard work of Mr. Zhang to support him after being able to rest for half an hour.

The further he went, the more tired Mr. Zhang became.

Sweat and panting.

However, Mr. Zhang always kept his rest time to half an hour.

This made Zhang Wudao extremely worried, but he could not dissuade him.

While casting martial arts bodies one by one, Chen Dong always maintained a state of closing his eyes and never lifted his eyes apart.

Even when Mr. Zhang was resting, he stood still, silent.

As the line is cast, it is becoming more and more necessary to grasp it!

From virtual to real is a very mysterious process.

Chen Dong dared not be too distracted. It was already the limit to be able to cast a martial arts body with Mr. Zhang.

Distracted again, he was afraid that this fleeting opportunity would disappear in a flash.

With the insight, Chen Dong gradually tried to use his own thoughts to override the "qi" flowing in his body.

This feeling is like driving a fish in a big river, driving it to a smaller river, a smaller stream, and rushing straight into a small puddle, that is, you will catch it!

Time flies.

Martial arts bodies have been successfully cast one after another.

After the eleventh martial arts body was successfully cast.

Chen Dong was still standing there, keeping his eyes closed and feeling.

Mr. Zhang was once again helped by Zhang Wudao to sit on the chair.

Looking at the eleven martial arts bodies that were formed, Mr. Zhang's face was flushed, sweating like rain, panting, but his eyes were unprecedentedly bright.

"Okay, okay...it's almost done, and the merits are almost fulfilled."

He raised his right hand, pointed to the eleven martial arts bodies, and said to Zhang Wudao tremblingly: "Wudaoer, this is the peak of my lifelong hard work, and you can rest assured as a ghost!"

"dad!"

Zhang Wudao's face changed and he said in a deep voice: "Don't think about it. See if you are tired, take a little longer, or sleep for a while before continuing to cast it!"

He could hear the sound of Mr. Zhang's throat like a bellows whirling in his throat as he spoke, so he was even more worried about Mr. Zhang's physical condition.

And he knew even more how long it had passed when Chen Dong and his father were immersed in casting the martial arts body!

It was a cold night and the time was blurry, but Zhang Wudao was calculating the time. It was already the early morning of the next day!

“Not tired, no tired.”

Mr. Zhang rejected Zhang Wudao's proposal.

Another half an hour passed.

Mr. Zhang let out a long sigh, supported his hands on his knees, and slowly stood up.

"The only one is left. After the chisel is finished, you can go to bed!"

Zhang Wudao felt distressed when he saw it, and hurriedly helped Mr. Zhang towards the last martial arts body.

at the same time.

Chen Dong also moved to the front of Wudao, and his index finger fell on Wudao.

"This time, you must catch it! I must be superior to the anger!"

clang!

Mr. Zhang began to strike and slams splashed.

Everything is exactly the same as before.

The two of them cooperated with each other with a tacit understanding. As soon as Chen Dong's index finger left, Mr. Zhang's chisel arrived soon.

Zhang Wudao stood not far away and looked at Mr. Zhang worriedly.

But at this moment, Mr. Zhang turned his back to him, and he couldn't see the old man's expression and expression clearly.

And Chen Dong was immersed in the perception of closing his eyes.

Neither of them noticed it.
Chapter completed!