In less than half an hour, Tang Yanbing returned to the dormitory. Feng Miaomiao, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up from the bed by Tang Yanbing.
"Brother Yan Bing, I just lay down." Feng Miaomiao complained, rubbing her eyes.
"Then do you still want to awaken your martial spirit?"
Speaking of Wuhun, Feng Miaomiao's eyes lit up and she immediately became energetic: "Is it okay?"
"certainly."
"Besides, it was me who awakened you." Tang Yanbing looked proud.
"But, brother Yan Bing, will you awaken your martial spirit?" Feng Miaomiao was a little worried.
"Miaomiao, don't you believe my brother? Although I have never awakened a martial spirit for others, I still know the method of awakening a martial spirit. You should be proud of being the first person to ask me to help awaken a martial spirit. That's right." Tang Yanbing said seriously.
"Brother Yan Bing, is it dangerous to awaken the martial spirit?" Feng Miaomiao is still a little worried. If it were an old man or an uncle, she would be relieved even if the soul ring was less than that of her brother Yan Bing, but let brother Yan Bing Feng Miaomiao was still a little worried about helping her awaken her martial spirit.
The reason why Feng Miaomiao was worried was also very simple, that is, Tang Yanbing was too young, or in other words, too young to be cautious enough.
Tang Yanbing was speechless and said, Miaomiao, this will make your brother very sad.
Although she said she didn't believe Tang Yanbing, Feng Miaomiao still got out of bed and stood in a wider space in the center of the room.
"Brother Yan Bing, you go ahead, I'm ready." Feng Miaomiao said and closed her eyes tightly, as if she was going to die.
Seeing Feng Miaomiao's appearance, Tang Yanbing couldn't help being speechless. He took out the six martial soul awakening stones that he had just borrowed from his arms.
Holding the Wuhun Awakening Stone in his hand, Tang Yanbing circulated the soul power in his body and injected the soul power into the Wuhun Awakening Stone. The moment the soul power was injected, the six black stones emitted intense golden light. Immediately, before the golden light spread, Tang Yanbing threw it out with a shake of his hand, and it landed around Feng Miao Miao, forming a hexagon.
The rich golden light lit up from the Wuhun Awakening Stone, illuminating the entire room in an instant. Then, the golden light converged and formed a light shield, covering Feng Miaomiao.
After the light shield was formed, dots of golden light began to emanate from the Wuhun Awakening Stone, slowly drifting towards Feng Miaomiao and integrating into her body.
Feng Miaomiao, who was originally a little nervous, slowly calmed down after the golden light entered her body.
Immediately, she felt an inexplicable force begin to swim inside her body, and then slowly gathered in her right hand.
Feng Miaomiao subconsciously raised her right hand, and felt a cool and refreshing feeling coming from the palm of her right hand, as if being blown by the wind. Then, there was a feeling as if something was about to come out of the palm of her hand. Feel. She wanted to scream, but couldn't.
call!
A gust of wind blew, causing Feng Miaomiao's hair to flutter in the wind, and the curtains and other cloth items in the room were also blown from side to side.
Following this gust of wind, a tornado appeared on Feng Miaomiao's right palm. The tornado kept circling, sucking in some nearby scraps of paper that had just been blown up.
After the tornado appeared, the six martial spirit awakening stones at Feng Miaomiao's feet completely lost their light and returned to their original dark appearance.
Feng Miaomiao looked at the tornado spinning in her hand, turned to look at Tang Yanbing, and said curiously: "Brother Yan Bing, what kind of martial spirit am I? It's so strange." As he said that, he used his hand to I touched it, but couldn't touch anything except some scraps of paper.
Tang Yanbing walked to Feng Miaomiao and looked at the tornado in Feng Miaomiao's hand, but he was also confused.
He was sure that Feng Miaomiao's martial spirit should be of wind attribute, but looking like this, could it be that Feng Miaomiao's martial spirit was a tornado?
He tried to touch it with his hand and felt a suction coming from the tornado. Tang Yanbing was shocked, and then he took out a one-kilogram metal block from the storage soul guide and threw it in without hesitation. In the tornado.
A scene that shocked Tang Yanbing appeared. This small tornado, which was no more than 30 centimeters in height and no more than 15 centimeters in diameter at the top, actually rolled up this piece of metal weighing one kilogram.
Seeing this, although Tang Yanbing was surprised, he did not forget to take out a piece of metal again, this time it was 1,500 grams.
But after putting it on, the piece of metal was still rolled up like the previous piece.
Remove the third piece of metal, this time a two kilogram piece.
But even if it weighed two kilograms, this small tornado still rolled it up, as if there was no pressure at all.
The metal blocks Tang Yanbing took out were all the same size, but with different masses and weights. Until Tang Yanbing put a metal block of four kilograms into Feng Miaomiao's hand, and it was rolled around by the tornado, but in the end he still couldn't fly it up.
The final weight of this small tornado was less than 4 kilograms and more than 3,500 grams.
You must know that this is just a pure martial spirit and does not enhance the soul power output. And if the soul power output is further enhanced, then how much weight should this tornado be able to roll up?
But now Tang Yanbing has no intention of studying how many things Feng Miaomiao's martial spirit can roll up. Instead, what exactly is Feng Miaomiao's martial spirit?
Looking at Feng Miaomiao with a curious look on his face, Tang Yanbing coughed lightly and said, "Miaomiao, let's find a teacher and ask you what kind of martial spirit this is."
Hearing this, Feng Miaomiao looked surprised: "Brother Yan Bing, don't you know what kind of martial spirit I am?"
Tang Yanbing was embarrassed for a while and argued: "I don't specialize in studying martial arts, so how can I know what kind of martial spirit you are."
"Oh." Feng Miaomiao agreed.
Then Tang Yanbing took him out of the dormitory.
The weather was sunny today, and Mr. Xuan was still lying on a boulder by Poseidon Lake as usual, taking a bite of chicken drumsticks and a sip of wine, eating with relish.
"Mr. Xuan." Tang Yanbing called out.
Mr. Xuan raised his head, looked at Tang Yanbing with his hazy eyes, and said with a smile: "It's rare that your kid actually went out. Did you come up with something new?"
"Uh." Tang Yanbing was stunned for a moment, and then said: "You really guessed it, Mr. , when the time comes, please go over and experiment for yourself.”
Regarding Baofeng Crimson, Tang Yanbing had no intention of hiding it. After all, this was not a very great thing. It was just a preliminary test machine. It would have no impact if it was leaked.
Hearing Tang Yanbing's answer, Mr. sharp? You actually need to experiment by yourself.
