Chapter 44 Humiliated

Gan Ping slowly tested according to the practice method recorded in the soul jade given by Wu Aozi. Although Zhenyuan ran several times faster, the dangerous thing as impacting the meridians, the slower and more careful the better. The true power of Taiyi Chunyang Zhenjing is spread between the inner organs and firmly protects the internal organs. This Taiyi Chunyang Zhenjing is passed down from the ancient teachings of Kyushu space, which is also quite amazing for the protection and repair of the body. After preparing for the protection, Gan Ping stabilized his mind slightly, and then transformed the power of Zhenyuan in his body into a flame to wrap the meridians in two places of his heart and liver, and burned and tempered it.

Even the body that has been refined by Binghuo Rongyuan can't stand the burning pain of the flame. At this time, sweat has been revealed on Gan Ping's face, and his eyebrows are full of pain. Under the inner view of the soul, Gan Ping wrapped the power of the soul and slowly marched towards the two meridians between the Tai Chong. The originally narrow meridians along the way were tightly stretched out by the power of the flame. The mottled impurity toxin covered on the surface of the meridians also turned into wisps of black gas under the burning of the rising hot flame, and finally refined. Intangible.

Gan Ping was surprised to find that there was a small particle-like green crystal attached to it not far from his meridians. When the flame passed, the green crystal turned into white fog and penetrated into the side wall of the meridians. Whenever such a fog penetrated, the meridians originally burned by the flames The coolness is much less, and even the pain is much less. Although I don't know what it is, it is good for the body. Gan Ping felt that the meridians penetrated by the fog were more tough and wider. This is the wooden spirit quenching body milk that Xuan Mingzi broke into Ganping's body that day. This innate spirit is really extraordinary. With Ganping's cultivation, it can't be fully absorbed at that day, so this wooden spirit quenching body milk is hidden in Ganping's body. Now after this refining, the effect is finally revealed.

After the restoration of Muling quenching body milk and Taiyi pure yang heart meridian Zhenyuan, the meridians that were about to break under the domineering flames were as intact as before, and Gan Ping also felt a little incredible. It is recorded in the soul stone given by the boundless son that when experiencing the quenching of the liver fire meridian between Taichong, the meridians will be damaged to varying degrees because of the burning of the illusion of the flame. Therefore, the disciples who practice this layer of skills need to go through months of water grinding to open up this meridians inch by inch. There has never been a drum like Gan Ping. Passed all in anger.

Only Gan Ping, a freak who has practiced Binghuo Rongyuanjue, can withstand the great pressure of the flame impulse. If it were someone else, such a reckless work, the meridian will definitely burst, and he will be seriously injured if he does not die. In addition to the nourishment, refining and repair of Muling quenching body milk, the meridians that were originally cracked due to strong expansion have all been repaired as before, and the degree of toughness and breadth is better than before.

Slowly opened his eyes, and a touch of firelight flashed through the bottom of Ganping's eyes. It was after the opening of the liver fire between the lines of Taichong, the attached little magic power - sweeping the golden light eye. He slowly exhaled, and the turbid air with a trace of black and red color spewed out of his mouth, and the last trace of impurity toxin between the liver was also refined into smoke and excreted from the body. Gan Ping only felt that he was clear-minded. There were many benefits of this practice. The change of the body alone made people know the marrow and could not extricate themselves.

Feeling the strong spiritual power of the fire attribute around the body, Gan Ping couldn't help but secretly praise the effect of this spiritual array. Now the spiritual power of the fire attribute in the room is enough to compare with the spiritual power on the seventh floor of the fire hall. After calculating secretly from the bottom of his heart, Gan Ping was surprised to find that he had been practicing for a day and a night. It seemed that there was really no armor in the mountains. It took so much time to open a meridians. It would be normal to practice a great power for several years.

Put the excited and jumping fire on his shoulder, hit the spiritual stone to put away the array, and Gan Ping opened the door and walked out of the room. I haven't been out of the room for a day and a night, and there is no one to disturb me. If there is nothing important to do, I won't put others casually, so as not to delay the other party's practice. Gan Ping is also very satisfied with the rule of the world of cultivation.

Looking at the sky, it was already noon. Gan Ping had not yet reached the state of not eating. Shi Shiran came to the canteen and got a meal to devour and fill his stomach. The physical strengthening of this night's physical fitness was also very large, and the amount of food for practitioners in the early stage of cultivation was amazing. It is precisely in the realm of consolidating the foundation of rejuvenation. Of course, the demand for this food cannot be lacking. Fortunately, Miaochengzong is not harsh on new disciples at this point. The daily food supply is extremely sufficient. If you change the general small sect, the food needed for the new disciple's realm of rejuvenation is also a headache.

The ground fire hall was still noisy. When Gan Ping passed by, he saw Ming Fan and others hitting the back of the head with their feet, but Gan Ping did not go in. He didn't know anything. If he intervened rashly, he would be in chaos. Although Ming Fan and others ran sweating profusely, their smiles on their faces did not diminish. They must have gained a lot. Although the servant disciples in the Ground Fire Hall and the Tiangong Hall are still inferior, the extra income of each month also makes many people jealous. The practitioners who borrow the ground fire often stuff some small things to hit the deacon's disciple. Maybe for a sign on the front, or in order to find out which ground fire is better, they always have to say that the sect also knows some of these things. As long as it is not too much, they will turn a blind eye.

Seeing that it was still early, I was so calm that I decided to go shopping. The next day when I came to this Miaochengzong, I came to the Xiaolinfeng Fire Hall to report that I had been in the hall day and night for more than a month, and I didn't even have time to carefully visit the scenery inside the gate. Bypassing the front hall and the crowd in line, Gan Ping Shiran walked down the mountain. There were still two days before the barrier on the fifth floor of the fire hall could be opened, and he was not in a hurry to go back.

Walking down the winding path, the fire jumped on its shoulders. It has been sullen for a long time these days. Gan Ping walked all the way and secretly praised himself for the abundance of aura in the mountain gate. Unlike the secular world, the beasts with aura loomed in the mountains, forests and grasslands, and most of them opened some intelligence. They were not afraid to see Gan Ping. They all looked at the strange disciples with curious eyes. The fire jumped on the top of the head of a sika deer, and then pulled the ears of the white rabbit. These animals were not annoyed and let the fire fool around.

Seeing that the fire was so naughty, Gan Ping couldn't help smiling. Looking at the petite fiery figure jumping and playing among the grass, it seemed that an equally red figure appeared in front of him. Linger, if you are here, you will definitely be happy. Unfortunately, I am just a small handyman disciple at present. I can't get in touch with the place of the scriptures. I can't find a way to wake you up. But don't worry, the year-end assessment will arrive in a few months. At that time, I will definitely become a formal disciple. At that time, I have The right to read the scriptures at once. If I still can't find a way, I will enter the inner door and always find a way to make up for your mutilated soul and let you open your eyes. Thinking of this, Gan Ping's eyes couldn't help but get wet, and his two fists were clenched tightly. "Sure, Linger, I, Gan Ping swear that I will open your eyes again and show you the beautiful scenery."

It seemed that he noticed the depression in Gan Ping's heart, and Huoer no longer played with the group of animals. He jumped back to Gan Ping's shoulder. The two monkey claws stroked Gan Ping's cheeks. Looking at Huo'er's squeezing monkey face, Gan Ping couldn't help sighing leisurely. Only a middle person could feel the bitterness and helplessness.

Just as Gan Ping was immersed in the sadness of the past, a scold came from behind him: "That servant, how can you wander around in such a humble place as you? Get out of the way, or be careful of your flesh. The voice is rude and unreasonable. I think I'm used to being domineering at ordinary times. Gan Ping turned around in consternation. I don't know when a few people appeared not far away, all dressed in white as snow. Looking at the clothes, they were the disciples of the outside. In the middle stood a woman in red, with picturesque eyebrows, graceful posture, and indescreible amorous amorous feelings.

Seeing her red clothes, the red figure in Gan Ping's heart seemed to coincide with the reality in front of her. She narrowed her eyes slightly and showed a confused face. "Zinger..." Gan Ping muttered to herself. Bah, what Linger, this is Miss Fang Yuanting, the daughter of Wudan Zhenren. You are stupid. The Linger you are talking about must be a village girl. How can she compare with Fang Xianzi? When Gan Ping heard this, he stared at the speaker. This was the voice of the person standing beside the woman in red. The foreign disciple was quite handsome, but it was a pity that a fierce color between his eyebrows destroyed his image. At first sight, he was a good person.

Fang Yuanting, the woman in red, heard this and her eyebrows moved slightly, but she didn't say anything. There was a trace of disgust in her eyes. After saying this, the man felt very funny. He couldn't help laughing, and the disciples behind him also laughed. It seemed that although this man was an outer disciple, his identity was definitely not ordinary, otherwise how could many people flatter him? Gan Ping raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything. Such arrogant people don't need to pay attention to him. Let him be arrogant. One day he will eat the bitter fruit by himself. What's more, his servant disciple has no right to say anything.

The disciple in white didn't see it. The cold light flashed from the corners of his eyes when Gan Ping turned around. Although he was unreasonable to himself, it was not a big deal. It was very common for the outer disciple to bully the servant disciple, but this man actually humiliated Linger, which touched the bottom line of Gan Ping's heart. Turning his head and strode in the opposite direction, Gan Ping's heart was full of anger. If he became an outer disciple when he took the exam at the end of the year, he would definitely find this person to fight.

Before Gan Ping went far away, the annoying voice sounded again, "Kid, just leave like this? After bumping into Fang Fairy, do you still want to leave like this? Hearing this, Gan Ping sighed in his heart. It seemed that this matter could not be done today. His mind turned sharply. The true secret of Binghuo Rongyuan was all over his whole body. The trace of dragon pattern Binghuo had already swam in his body and was ready to go. Even the heavenly demon blood god knife and knife light, which had been silent for a long time, was eager to try, and he was tossed endlessly under the help of Gan Ping's god.