Chapter 3 (1/2)

Fengzimo sat for a long time in accordance with the guidance of Gongfa, concentrating on the energy of heaven and earth to refine his body. But this is the simplest step. Fengzimo did try several times, but failed.

”Alas The split emperor sighed and said, ”it seems that the situation is really serious. No wonder I can't recover my mana all the time, and you can't practice it.”

”What's the matter? Old Master. I thought I was stupid! ” Wind son Mo don't understand ground say.

”There should be something wrong. Not only the gods have disappeared, but also the scattered energy between heaven and earth has basically disappeared. Unless it is possible in some hidden places, it is impossible to practice in ordinary places.” He explained.

”I'll do it! What is this? I won't play any more. Let me out, old man. ”

Light flash, wind son Mo sat back to the bed.

Split the emperor silently thinking, the solution. Not only fengzimo wants to practice, but also he wants to find a way to recover his strength. After thinking about it, he thought that the most possible way at present was to absorb the atomic energy in high-grade metal materials, as it is today. Although it is very little, it is also better than nothing. By absorbing atomic energy, you can gradually recover some mana. At the same time, you can transfer the energy to fengzimo, so that he can start to practice.

So split the son of heaven will tell his analysis of the wind son mo.

”You mean to eat drill rod?”

”The drill rod effect is too bad, the best is gold!” He said.

Listen to crack the son of heaven, wind son Mo almost jumped up again“ I'll pay the boss a drill rod tomorrow. Do you want to eat it? You think I'm big! When I have surplus food! Also want to eat gold... ”Think of his card three digit balance, wind son Mo is speechless.

As the old saying goes, the hero can't be defeated by a penny. The split emperor has been working hard for a long time, and he doesn't know what to say. If he does something, the split emperor can't do it.

Fidgety wind son Mo, boring turned on the TV.

Split son suddenly came to the spirit, excited said: ”son Mo, lottery, lottery...”! I can cheat. I think I should be able to control the lottery number. If we win the lottery, we can buy gold! ”

”This...” Fengzimo has the feeling of ten thousand grass mud horses galloping. Although it's ridiculous, Liuhe riyuejing, which is engraved in his mind, is also full of attraction to him. A little thought, the wind son Mo feel also really nothing, also can't be regarded as what is the evil business.

Realizing the recognition of fengzimo, he said, ”tomorrow you will let me absorb it again as I did last time, and I can control the lottery result with the mana of recovery.”

”Also want to eat one, you are really...” the breeze son Mo feels that he is reasonable, but the word has been poor.

Early the next morning, fengzimo, with a black face, bargained for two drill rods from the dealer. One was installed on the excavator, and the other was put aside. After a busy day in the sun, it was not easy to wait until the sun was setting. After putting away the excavator, he went to the rod and put his hand on it. Fengzimo said in his heart: ”let's go, old man!”.

There was a flash of light from the hammer mark on the wrist. A warm heat passed through the hand, and the metal luster on the surface of the drill rod faded. A breeze blew by, and it was scattered in piles like weathering.