Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 172 Skin
Watching Xu Yunfan's departing figure disappear in front of the gate, Zhan Yan, who had straightened his back, suddenly relaxed and immediately ran wildly from the other side. In just half a cup of tea, he rushed to the mechanism hall.

Steam surged in the mechanism hall like a sea of ​​clouds, obscuring the entire scene so that no one could see any figures. The black steel golden ball in Mo Han's palm, which kept making the sound of gears and mechanisms, burst out with a three-foot green flame, illuminating his entire face with wrinkles and making it look gloomy and uncertain.

The five fingers of his mechanical prosthetic limb suddenly grabbed the threads of the sphere. With a click, the spring suddenly sounded, and the chest of the mechanical armored beast suddenly opened. The sound of 3,600 gears meshing made the floor tiles buzz.

"Two years ago, when I asked for the Meteorite Iron, Brother Zhan refused to say a single soft word."

Mo Han filled the metal ball into the beast's cavity. A string of sparks splashed as the scales closed layer by layer. The black crystal stones in the eyes of the tiger-shaped mechanical beast actually lit up with a fluorescent light. Its originally stiff body began to move slowly with the steam spewing out from the cracks in the scales.

Seeing this, Mo Han couldn't help but smile. He turned his head to look at Zhan Yan who was standing behind him.

"Now you are willing to bow down for a young boy?"

Zhan Yan's knuckles turned white from pinching.

The observation mirror seven steps away reflected his tense spine, the same spine that had not bent even after being smashed to pieces at Shenbing Ridge thirty years ago.

His Adam's apple rolled three times before he finally spoke hoarsely, "The Thunderfire Kirin Hammer cost you three pounds of Mo Sect's mithril. This time... I'll have to trouble Hall Master Mo."

"In your life, you are not inferior to others, and you don't ask for help from others!"

Mo Han's face was full of ridicule. "Back then, when the leader of the Hong Clan repeatedly invited you to Tiangong Cave to establish the Weapon Casting Hall, you were dismissive of us."

Mo Han was naturally very happy to see old man Zhan in such an embarrassing situation.

His Machinery Hall costs money, and the Weapon Casting Hall can easily earn millions of taels by selling a treasure, plus various supplies, so it is naturally very popular.

Over the years, their Machinery Hall has been criticized a lot, with people saying that all the money from the Weapon Casting Hall has been poured into the bottomless pit of the Machinery Hall.

If it weren't for the emergence of Tiangong Fortress, it would have vindicated the reputation of Jijitang and given it a chance to show off its wealth, thus explaining where the money was spent.

Seeing Zhan Yan's face turning pale and blue, Mo Han didn't dare to provoke him too much.

If Zhan Yan was forced to kneel down without caring about his dignity, it would be a lot of fun.

Xu Yunfan is incredibly talented, especially in weapon forging skills. Zhan Yan regards him as his successor disciple, so naturally he has to pay attention to this matter.

"Just wait a minute. I seem to have read something similar in a book before."

After saying this, Mo Han turned around and walked into the study room where various ancient scrolls were scattered around and began to rummage through the drawers, leaving Zhan Yan in a daze.

About half an hour later, Mo Han took out a roll of burnt rhinoceros parchment from the corner. He shook off the dust on it and muttered to himself.

"Fortunately, I didn't use them to wipe my butt. These are now useless."

As he said this, he shouted out at the top of his voice.

"Thirteen, come and clean up my study for me!"

Mo Shisan outside the door: "..."

The two of them found a deserted place, and Mo Han spread out the ancient scroll on the table.

"The ultimate reliance was originally intended to resist the extinction of the Yuanling of Heaven and Earth, hoping to wait for its resurgence one day. The carrier of one's own will can be regarded as a dangerous creature that seizes the fortune of Heaven and Earth. Back then, the Master of the Sword Forging Valley was attacked by the backlash of the sword spirit, and all his blood and essence turned into three thousand sword beams that pierced his body!

If it weren't for the evil deeds of the Great Zhou Empress, nothing would have happened if the Heaven and Earth Yuan Ling had been exposed. But the problem is that now that the Heaven and Earth Yuan Ling has reappeared, as it did two thousand years ago, and is about to dissipate, it has actually stirred up these ultimate dao objects."

Mo Han couldn't help but grin: "What people think is a great opportunity may actually be a great danger."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhan Yan hurriedly asked.

"Is there any solution?"

"Don't worry, don't worry." Mo Han's dry fingers slid across the page, and he pondered for a long time. Finally, his finger stopped at a line of tadpole-shaped ancient script: "We need to find a person who is about to die but not yet dead to serve as the cauldron. When their soul is about to dissipate but has not yet dispersed, the Sanjiao Xuanguan is most easily opened."

Zhan Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.

"You mean to find the recently deceased person as a cauldron and place the ultimate hope on him?"

Mo Han continued to consider his words and finally shook his head.

"The conditions are too harsh and difficult, and the required materials are still unavailable, making it almost impossible."

Zhan Yan felt a chill in his heart: "Is there no other way?"

"If he can make it on his own, he will naturally have a bright future and be able to leap over the dragon gate."

Zhan Yan remained silent for a long time, still unwilling to give in.

Mo Han sighed inwardly and consoled him, "Your disciple is incredibly gifted. Those supremely gifted objects have been there for who knows how long, and ninety-nine percent of their magical powers have been lost. Otherwise, would your disciple still be able to stand before you in peace?"

Upon hearing this, Zhan Yan's tense expression finally relaxed a lot and he nodded slightly.

"Thanks for letting me know."
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Inside the Weapon Casting Hall, in the small courtyard where Xu Yunfan lived.

Xu Yunfan spread the leather bag flat on the table and stared at it quietly.

Recalling the face of the woman in the dream, it vaguely resembles the woman in the ancient jade wall dug out from the Ningguta mine.

is her!

Xu Yunfan's heart was filled with emotions. When he obtained this relic from Ningguta, he hardly looked at it carefully because it was extremely tough and could absorb force, and it was invulnerable to swords and guns, and had excellent toughness.

He either used it as a rope or tied it around his body as a vest, and it saved his life when he encountered the gilded mace.

When I took a closer look, I was surprised to find that the whole body was flowing with a soft moonlight-like light that had condensed into skin.

The hair was scattered like clouds hanging from the sky, each strand tinged with the dark green color of a newborn crow's feather. The hair tips gradually became transparent for three inches, like silkworm silk melting into the air.

This is where he tied the knot when he tied his vest.

When his fingertips touched the corner of his forehead, he was surprised to find that warmth was rising along his fingertips.

It is not as soft as the skin of a living person, but rather like touching a piece of mutton-fat jade that has been simmered in the earth's core fire for a thousand years. It is warm and has an indescribable density.

Upon closer inspection, a faint glow can be seen beneath the skin, much like the clouds passing over Mount Kunlun in late spring, spreading a faint golden hue against the porcelain white background.

Xu Yunfan's eyes narrowed slightly, as if... it was different from before. It used to feel a little cold to the touch, and would only become warm when worn on the body with the radiation of his body temperature. But now it felt warm on its own.

The position of the facial features is very good, the lips maintain the curve of being about to open, and the lip lines are so fine that only morning dew can be used to outline them.

The most amazing thing is the pale blue veins on the side of the neck, which are still lifelike today. They don't seem to be the flow of a mortal's blood, but rather like the natural patterns left by cedar branches on colored glass.

As you stroke down the spine, the sensation gradually changes.

The skin at the waist has a mother-of-pearl sheen, and when rubbed with fingertips, it feels delicate and smooth.

There was not a single sign of withering on the entire body; even the nails were like freshly peeled pink shells, with a layer of iris floating on the surface.

The icy skin turns rainbow-colored, and the snowy cheeks are translucent with rosy light.

(I can’t do it anymore. I will continue tomorrow. Thank you everyone!)

(End of this chapter)