Zhang Yunlu left angrily, looking unwilling, as she said, she would definitely come to look for Zhang Heng again.
When the time comes, I don't know what will happen, this woman is not like a fuel-efficient lamp.
But Zhang Heng didn't take it to heart, he put his hands behind his back and looked at Master Ouyang lightly.
Master Ouyang bowed his head slightly, big pieces of sweat rolling down, he hadn't been so nervous for many years.
"One day, you will know that being my slave is the greatest honor of your life."
After a long time, Zhang Heng spoke lightly.
Without waiting for Master Ouyang to ponder, he opened his arms and jumped directly into the cold pool!
Seeing this scene, Master Ouyang's eyes widened, he couldn't imagine that someone would dare to be so crazy and dare to jump into the cold pool without any protection.
You must know that this pool of water is highly poisonous!
"This man is unfathomable..."
Master Ouyang couldn't calm down for a long time.
Since Zhang Heng dared to go in, he was naturally fully sure, and he would not think that there would be a situation that would never return.
As a slave, he may not be able to change his mentality for a short time, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't know what he should do.
He came to the Ice Spirit Centipede and began to do what Zhang Heng had not completed.
Peel off the carapace, remove the leg flesh, and dispose of the corpse...
His cultivation is not high, and he has no magic weapons, so it is still difficult to deal with the hard shell, and this job took three days to complete.
And Zhang Heng, since he jumped into the cold pool, has never appeared again.
"Nothing should happen to him, right?" Master Rao is Ouyang thought that such a thing would not happen, but at this time, he couldn't help but be a little shaken.
To be precise, it should be expected that if Zhang Heng really has an accident, then he will be free...
At this moment, the cold pool, which was as black as ink, suddenly boiled, gurgling and bubbling, Zhang Heng slowly emerged and walked up step by step.
Every time he took a step, the pool water under his feet would ripple slightly, and after a few steps, the person had already reached Master Ouyang's side.
Compared with three days ago, Zhang Heng's temperament has obviously changed.
The first feeling is cold.
He seems to be cold to the bones, and any glance that passes over will make people feel cold.
In addition, it is majestic.
He used to feel plain, like an ordinary student, but now, no matter who looks at him, he will feel that he is a powerful person.
"His cultivation seems to have improved." Master Ouyang squeezed out a smile, but he was guessing in his heart.
In fact, his guess was right, Zhang Heng had now reached the eighth level of Qi training.
Meteorite itself belongs to the spiritual object, naturally carries the aura, gathers the aura, comes from the sky, flies long distances, and rubs against the atmosphere, and the mixed aura has long been forged extremely pure.
If you can absorb these pure spiritual qi, its effect is no less than absorbing dozens of medium-grade spirit stones.
It's just that for ordinary monks, it is not easy to be able to take out the meteoric iron, where is the ability to absorb the aura in it?
But this is not a problem for Zhang Heng, he accepted this benefit as a matter of course.
"I still have to retreat and cultivate for a while, and I need you to travel far away and prepare some medicinal herbs." Zhang Heng read out the names of more than a dozen medicinal herbs.
The benefits of a slave are here, and many trivial things can be entrusted to him to do.
"You're not afraid of me running at all?" Master Ouyang couldn't help but ask.
He has been thinking about this question for the past three days, yes, he is indeed not Zhang Heng's opponent, and he is convinced of him, but this does not mean that he is really so afraid of him, right?
To put it mildly, if he runs away, finds a place to nest casually, and never comes out again, is it possible that Zhang Heng can still go to the world to find him?
Now, Zhang Heng asked him to buy medicinal herbs alone, and Master Ouyang even had a feeling that if he didn't run here, then it would be too stupid.
"Of course you can run." Zhang Heng said lightly: "After you run away, you will regret it for the rest of your life, because you don't know what kind of opportunity you missed." "
After speaking, Zhang Heng jumped directly into the cold pool.
As he had always behaved, he didn't care at all, and he wasn't worried that Master Ouyang would run.
"I'd like to see what chance you can give me."
Master Ouyang was silent for a while, and suddenly sneered.
He turned around and walked towards the Gobi, walking, his expression suddenly became strange, and he didn't know why, he suddenly had a premonition.
If you run away, you may really regret it for the rest of your life!
It took seven days for Master Ouyang to come back, and he brought a lot of things with him.
Zhang Heng walked out of the water again, and for seven days, his breath was as calm as a rock, giving people a feeling of being invulnerable and without any flaws.
"Medicinal materials are not precious, but it is not easy to want to last year, so I delayed it for seven days." After Master Ouyang finished explaining, he looked at Zhang Heng closely, he wanted to know what he was going to do later.
Zhang Heng nodded, stretched out his hand, and a large piece of pitch-black iron flew up in the cold pool.
"The legendary meteorite?" Master Ouyang held his breath.
Zhang Heng rubbed his fingers, and the real fire in his body came out.
Compared to the last time, he was obviously much more relaxed this time.
Master Ouyang's eyes radiated brilliance, and the true fire could only be cultivated by a monk in the foundation building period, that is to say, Zhang Heng was in the foundation building period... Thinking about it this way, it is indeed not a great loss to be his slave.
The meteorite outside the sky was directly thrown into the real fire by Zhang Heng, but the small real fire was full of toughness, and it was not extinguished because of too much meteorite, but spread, the blue flame was burning, and in about a quarter of an hour, the meteorite turned into black molten iron.
Zhang Heng pinched the seal, played out one ancient incantation after another, and sank into the molten iron.
With the addition of the incantation, the molten iron began to change, as if it was about to condense into some kind of vessel, and gradually exuded an eternal aura...
"Is this refining?" Master Ouyang opened his mouth wide in surprise.
Alchemists, refiners, have a noble and special status in the group of cultivators, many powerful alchemists, refiners, with their own works, have made a name for themselves, they are extremely well-connected, and when they encounter a little something, they can often summon a very large number of cultivators to help themselves...
Zhang Heng was the first refiner Master Ouyang had ever seen... But when he looked at Zhang Heng's refiner, he had an inexplicable feeling, like the highest level of refining, maybe that's it.
Gradually, the thing that Zhang Heng had refined took shape, and when Master Ouyang saw this thing, the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Pot?"
"That's right!" Zhang Heng nodded, seemingly satisfied.
What he had refined was a pitch-black cauldron that had reached the level of a low-grade magic weapon, exuding an aura of antiquity and mystery.
However, this is just a pot, a pot has been refined with extraterrestrial meteoric iron, real fire, and such advanced means...
Master Ouyang was almost distressed to tears.
This black cauldron quickly came in handy, Zhang Heng threw the leg meat of the ice spirit centipede into it, added various medicinal herbs, cooked it with fire, and then entered the cold pool again.
Eight hours later, a strange fragrance gushed out from the boiling pot, and Master Ouyang's heart was like a cat scratching, just smelling this smell, the spiritual power in his body was ready to move, and it seemed to have signs of growth.
"This pot of meat, I'm afraid it's no less than the elixir!"
Master Ouyang swallowed.
Zhang Heng came out at the ninth hour, ate most of the pot unceremoniously, and then entered the cold pool again.
The rest of the meat, Master Ouyang was naturally not polite, he was busy eating, he barely tasted any taste, after eating, he was feverish, and hurriedly sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate.
The meat of the ice centipede was eaten for five days, and every time he finished eating, Zhang Heng would enter the cold pool.
And Master Ouyang, speaking of it, was eating some leftovers, but he was very satisfied, because he knew in his heart that if Zhang Heng left him a pot, there would be only one end after he ate it, and that was to explode and die.
He simply had no way to digest so much aura, and every time Zhang Heng left behind the meat, it was just right for him.
Five days later, Master Ouyang's spirit was strong, and he felt that his spiritual power was more than three times stronger than before.
"I don't know when the master will come out?" He was thinking.
At this time, suddenly, the water of the cold pool began to evaporate at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a figure rose into the sky, and then suspended at a height of dozens of meters, letting out a long roar of extreme pleasure!