The potion in the bathtub was brown, soaking Yun Mo's entire body, leaving only a head outside, a trace of medicine fragrance was sucked into his nose, and he slowly closed his eyes like enjoyment, lying on the wooden barrel, motionless.

Gradually, his rapid breathing slowly became stable. In the end, a gentle snoring sound came from his nose. After experiencing this painful torture, Yun Mo finally couldn't help but feel tired and fell asleep leaning against the wooden barrel.

Hearing Yun Mo's sleeping sound, Zhihua and Ziyi next to him obediently closed their mouths and then quietly went out.

Yun Mo was so tired that he had no golden fingers, so he could only rely on himself.

There is no way. He read no less than hundreds of time travel novels in his previous life, and he also particularly likes the history of China. It is precisely because of this that he deeply understands that in such a world, without strength, everything is empty talk.

He has also read many historical novels, and the pig's feet in them are very awesome. He also wants to be awesome, but he can't be awesome. He is afraid that he will die if he accidentally.

He read a lot when he was reading books in his previous life. He also liked the kind of decisive pig-legged pig-legged who was decisive and trolling around the world, aroused his grudges, and then pretended to be competing everywhere, and never died.

But I really became timid and afraid of things. I have been traveling to this world for two months. Not to mention exploring the world, I have never even been out of Baolong Villa.

He was afraid, he was afraid of death. He was afraid that he would die unexpectedly as soon as he went out.

How can a waste body that can even fall from the third floor to death make him play happily?

Therefore, he could only resist the temptation and temper his body first. Not to mention how awesome he was, at least he wouldn't be able to die if he fell from the upper floor.

Also, in the future direction of history, he and his father Yun Feiyang will definitely not have a good ending, so he needs a certain degree of strength to change this history!

He wants to be a playboy, bullying men and women, seeking flowers and willows, realizing his dream of three wives and four concubines, and embracing each other. Without a certain foundation of strength, he is seeking death!

As the saying goes, if you work hard, God will never let you down. If you sleep on firewood and taste gall, you can swallow Wu with three thousand Yue Jia.

As long as you have the strength, you can not only have three wives and four concubines, but also three thousand beauties in the harem!

......

During Yun Mo's sleep, the brown potion in the wooden barrel made a slight sizzling sound, and a rich white air came out. Strangely, these white air did not evaporate, but slowly drilled into the body along Yun Mo's slightly opened pores, washing the dense scars. At the same time, it continued to replenish vitality and continuously strengthen the limit for the ** that had reached its limit...

The sleeping continued, and the strengthening of muscle tissue was also underway.

The white energy entering Yun Mo's body seemed to be a very strong drug spiritual energy. After entering the body, it merged with the spiritual energy transformed into Yun Mo before, and a wonderful change occurred, which seemed to be able to accelerate the transformation of Yun Mo's muscles and make his muscles stronger.

While strengthening and repairing Yunmo's pain, the brown and yellow medicine liquid in the wooden barrel gradually faded. Obviously, the medicinal power in the medicine was absorbed by Yunmo and finally squandered it.

......

In the morning, Yun Mo did not wake up. Ziyi and the others came in to take a look and found that Yun Mo was just sleeping, the potion had just faded a lot, but it had not completely become clear. They guessed that Yun Mo should have not completed the absorption, so they did not disturb him, but went out quietly.

As the sun sets, Yun Mo finally woke up slowly from the wooden barrel.

After stretching, the bones in his body started to crackle. He shook his head vigorously, then twisted his body and splashed water.

Then he found that all his injuries were healed, leaving no scars, and his skin turned much white. He walked out of the wooden barrel, wiped his body with a towel, put on his clothes, punched the air twice, and felt the whole body full of strength. This feeling was very pleasant!

When Yun Mo returned, he found that the water in the wooden barrel was half reduced and it became very clear, and the medicine residue at the bottom of the barrel had completely turned into useless residue.

It seemed that the medicinal power had been completely absorbed. Yun Mo shook his head helplessly, suddenly remembered something, closed his eyes with some joy, and carefully sensed the condition of his body.

After a while, Yun Mo opened his eyes and said happily: "I finally completed a small Zhoutian of immortality!"

The formula says that after completing a small and large circumference, the body will change. Yun Mo raised his hand and looked at it. It was no different except for the strength to become stronger.

He tried to run the immortal ** for a while, and suddenly a burst of heat flowed in his lower abdomen suddenly erupted. After it continued to emerge in his body, it all condensed on his skin, making the skin hot, as if the soldering iron just came out of the stove.

Damn, why is it like Chunyang Gong, even more powerful?

Gradually, the heat flow from the body surged to Yun Mo's index finger on his right hand, and the rest of the place returned to its original state.

At this time, the red light of the index finger was soaring, and Yun Mo felt that it was about to explode. About a minute later, the red light and the scorching heat slowly subsided.

"It's done!" Although Yun Mo's mouth and tongue were dry and very hot, he was very surprised. He looked at his index finger and found that it was a little different from other fingers. Well, it was darker.

Yun Mo poked his right index finger with his left index finger. The tough feeling made his eyes shine.

Then he tapped the table with his right index finger, making a sound, and then knocked on the teacup again. He smashed the cup without controlling the strength.

But those fragments did not cut Yun Mo's fingers. Yun Mo picked up the pieces of the cup and scraped them hard on his index finger. Well, it felt like it was scraping on a stone.

"Haha! Is this the undead skin mentioned in the mantra? It's as hard as steel."

Yun Mo smiled happily. This is only a small Zhoutian, and it is not even a beginning. You must know that such a small Zhoutian needs to complete the ninety-nine eighty-one time to be a big Zhoutian, and then it is finally considered a real entry after consolidation!

Yun Mo guessed that a small Zhoutian could harden a finger, so after getting started, at least both arms could become like this, and the degree of hardening would be even stronger.

Then will I be an iron-armed Astro Boy by then?

Cough cough, you can't be proud or be proud. Yun Mo presses his complacent spirit in his heart to consolidate his skills again.

After practicing according to the formula for a long time, Yun Mo slowly found the rule and stood in the yard and breathed. His right index finger became harder and harder, like an iron rod.

After about ten minutes, the hardness of the index finger gradually consolidated, but his body was visible to the naked eye.
Chapter completed!