The moment he jumped into the Black Devil Mountain Waterfall, Xia Huang suddenly regretted it when the water from the waterfall hit him.

Not for any other reason, but because the pain caused by the water hitting his body far exceeded his expectation!

Under the influence of the atmosphere of Beihua Mountain, every drop of water in the Black Devil Mountain Waterfall contains a huge force that is as powerful as the top of a majestic mountain! The water flow of the waterfall is extremely fast, and the moment Xia Huang enters the water, he feels that there are countless heavy hammers.

The ground knocked on him. Even though he now possesses the eighth level of super-material realm strength, he still cannot bear such pressure. There is an unhealthy flush on his face, and he may vomit a mouthful of blood at any time.

"It's a bit overwhelming..." Xia Huang laughed at himself, "I should have entered the waterfall slowly..."

However, since he had already come in, there was no reason to leave immediately. After gathering his thoughts, Xia Huang gathered all his strength, controlled his body and sat down cross-legged in the waterfall with difficulty.

The Beihua Mountain Qi turned into traces of black gas in the Black Devil Mountain Waterfall. Along with the water flow, it constantly impacted Xia Huang's body.

The black feather robe woven by Feng Yu is invulnerable to water and fire. It is intact under the impact of this water flow, without even a trace of soaking. However, the pressure brought by the earth's air penetrates through the black feather robe, straight into the summer.

Phoenix body!

The muscles all over Xia Huang's body were quickly torn apart by the pressure caused by the black air in the water flow, and then recovered instantly at a faster speed. However, after recovery, what awaited him was the next tear!

Tear! Restore! Tear! Restore! Tear...

This process would be repeated almost every two or three breaths. Although it did not cause any substantial damage to Xia Huang, the pain was real! Even though Xia Huang was mentally tough, he almost couldn't bear it.

This time I almost fainted from the pain.

Outside the waterfall, Blacksmith Xia was holding the sword box in his hand, looking at Xia Huang gritting his teeth and persisting, looking at Xia Huang's determination to become stronger, his eyes were shining with pride comparable to Haori!

"You, blacksmith, are so anxious to bring him to the Black Devil Mountain Falls. Do you... have you noticed? Hiccup!" The rosacea-nosed old man quietly appeared beside Blacksmith Xia at some point.

"Nonsense! Can you tell, am I blind?" Xia Tiejiang rolled his eyes, "Although the silly boy's strength has increased by leaps and bounds, part of his strength comes from the abnormal absorption and transformation of the aura of heaven and earth by the 'Poison of Destiny'. Really?"

The speed of Yuan's improvement is too fast, but during this period of time, he has been imprisoned by the Yuan-locking shackles, and the real Yuan cannot temper the flesh.

As a result, the strength of the body has not increased accordingly. Fortunately, the silly boy has been exercising with me since he was a child. He has a good foundation and has some special features in his bloodline, so he did not explode and die. The silly boy is still completely immersed in the sudden increase in strength.

In his joy, he didn't notice any abnormalities in his body. I am his father, so of course I have to help him quickly."

"Hmm." The old man with rosacea shook his head drunkenly. It was hard to tell whether he was nodding or shaking his head. "After the battle with... and Sikong Zaotian, his body was actually... actually at its limit. Hiccup! In...

...Before his body strengthens to a level equivalent to his cultivation level, hiccup! He...he

He must never participate in the battle again... Hiccup! If he hasn't been strengthened yet, bullshit... bullshit 'Guardian of Order' has come to Beihua Mountain. We... we must find a way to protect him from the aftermath of the battle...

...Hiccup...otherwise...otherwise your son will definitely die...hiccup!"

Speaking of this, Xia Tiejiang's face also darkened: "How are the preparations for the violent maniac? Once the opponent arrives, how powerful his first blow will be will directly determine how long we can persist. Old drunkard, you'd better go.

Just help him, I'll be here to watch over him. By the way,

You should also go to Old Bones and tell him that after helping my two daughters-in-law recover, he should start working on the defense circle and barrier. We are sitting in the base camp. If we connect the defense circle and barrier

If there is no boundary, wouldn’t it make our guests laugh out loud?”

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry! This is not a fight for you, the blacksmith, alone. Hiccup!" The rosacea-nosed old man patted Blacksmith Xia's chest with his wet palms, and narrowed his body, which was already so small that it was almost invisible.

Little Eyes, "In the final battle of the 'Four Lords of Heaven', of course... of course... of course... we have to fight beautifully, burp! Otherwise the entire Northern Cross Wasteland will laugh at us!"

"You are laughing at us? Just those losers? Bah! They will never have this chance in their lifetime!" Blacksmith Xia spat viciously.

Blacksmith Xia and the old man with rosacea looked at each other. After a brief silence, they suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed at the same time!

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Hahahaha..."

The heroic laughter shook the mountains and forests, intimidating all directions, as if the entire Northern Cross Wasteland would surrender to their laughter!

…

After the old man with rosacea left, Blacksmith Xia paid close attention to Xia Huang's condition for a while. He felt relieved when he saw that although Xia Huang was in pain, he gradually began to adapt to the impact of the Black Devil Mountain Waterfall.

Now, he had time to start paying attention to the sword box that Xia Huang gave him.

The sword box paused, and the Qinghua sword in the box popped out instantly. With a twist of Blacksmith Xia's right arm, he held the light and beautiful woman's long sword in his hand, and waved it casually a few times.

"Too light! Too light! The sword used by women is just not strong enough!" Blacksmith Xia carefully examined the long sword in his hand, "It's not strong enough. The original forger of this sword had good skills... Huh?

This kind of detail processing...could it be that...she went to Yanmiao Palace? There is no reason! Could it be that she is a descendant of her disciple? Impossible, impossible. If she has a descendant of disciples, how can I not know about it?"

Xia Tiejiang suddenly blushed for no reason, and his thoughts drifted to the depths of distant memories...

However, he soon discovered his gaffe. Although there was no one around him, he still coughed twice in embarrassment and said to himself: "Cough, cough, cough! This is all so many years ago, I know.

Why are you still thinking about these things? My son is so old and so outstanding! It’s so boring that people still bloom when they are old! It’s really boring!”

Looking at the Qinghua Sword in his hand again, Xia Tiejiang began to nod his head as if to divert his attention: "Yeah, yeah! This sword is injured at the connection between the blade and the hilt. Although

It had been repaired, but the repair was not perfect. The sword was already dead and could no longer withstand high-intensity impact.

Fighting. It’s not the fault of the sword menders. Among the hundred swordsmiths today, I’m afraid I can’t even find one who is willing to practice the special skill of sword mending. Who said this skill is so thankless? However,
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