Chapter 57 (1/2)

However, Zhen Qingchun just wanted to hide himself. He didn't even teach him the meaning of Fuwen, even though he preached a little.

Therefore, Zhen Qingchun didn't believe that the boy could condense the spirit furnace Fu Ding. At that time, he did not kneel down to beg him. At that time, he must teach this boy a good lesson.

Thinking of this, Zhen Qingchun's obscene face is like a flower of smile, and then it turns into a stream of energy and continues to enter the tower. He waits for the day when the boy kneels down to beg for him.

In the back mountain, Du Shaofu was immersed in the comprehension. The fingerprints in his hands were condensed and changed, which were very similar to those of Zhen Qingchun, but there was not much difference between them. The runes began to spread, and a breath of breath spread. But then it seemed that he met with some obstacles, and the runes broke up and broken.

Du Shaofu didn't give up. The fingerprints kept condensing, and more and more runes were written. Each time the fingerprints were condensed, the runes lasted longer and longer.

At the moment, if Zhen Qingchun witnessed all this, I'm afraid I don't know what my heart will feel. Everything is not developing as he expected.

The king scale demon tiger leans lazily on a rock and keeps his eyes closed. Occasionally, he opens his eyes and looks down at Du Shaofu. Then he continues to close his eyes.

Time went by slowly. From morning to evening, fingerprints congealed in Du Shaofu's hands. After failure, they continued to condense and were completely immersed in them.

At dusk, the sun near the horizon is like a ball of fire that is about to be extinguished. The afterglow of the setting sun passes through the mountain and reflects on the back mountain. It seems that there is a layer of rust on the mountain. In the place where the sun sets in the West and the water and sky meet, there is a faint blush.

”Boom

When the night came, the last fingerprint in Du Shaofu's hand condensed out of the mountain. Suddenly, a terrible breath burst out of his body. The runes in front of him quickly gathered and arranged. Finally, they condensed into a cauldron. A fiery breath spread, and the secret patterns of the talisman kept flashing and jumping. The strong breath rushed away like a wave board.

The blazing furnace cauldron is more illusory than the spirit furnace tripod condensed by Zhen Qingchun, and its breath is obviously weaker. The talisman's Secret patterns are much simpler. Even there are only runes without talismans, but they also have five kinds of energy light: white, green, black, red and yellow. On the furnace tripod, there is a light golden light, and there is a flicker of Rune.

At this moment, Du Shaofu felt that the dark Qi in his holy place and meridians was instantly absorbed by the cauldron, and swarmed to the cauldron. The condensed furnace cauldron was like a monster that had been devouring the dark Qi. He had to swallow up all the dark Qi in his body.

”Linglu Fu Ding, how can you even condense Linglu Fu Ding?”

Zhen Qingchun's illusory figure appeared in the air in front of Du Shaofu's body. His eyes were shocked and he was about to stare out of his eyes. He could not take back his jaw in amazement. One day, a spirit furnace Fu Ding appeared in his eyes.

”White, green, black, red, yellow Rune energy, this is impossible, I must have been dazzled.”

Zhen Qingchun blinked his eyes. He couldn't believe it. It was incredible. He knew very well that if this scene appeared in the outside world and spread to the ears of those old monsters, he was afraid that he would not know how many old monsters would come out. This is simply an incredible miracle.

”Hi...”

Du Shaofu's spirit furnace Fu Ding which had gathered in front of him collapsed. He staggered back several steps. His face was pale. In a short time, the dark Qi in his body was exhausted, and he could no longer support the furnace tripod. He was much more tired than he had experienced a great war.

”Boy, have you really not condensed the spirit furnace Fu Ding before?”

Zhen Qingchun stares at Du Shaofu tightly. He absolutely does not believe that this boy has not condensed the spirit furnace Fu Ding before.