Chapter 52 Refining Fire Essence

Gan Ping looked at the sound. As expected, the boundless Taoist priest showed his figure on the other side of the barrier. Although some are surprised that Gan Ping came so early, Wu Yizi also greatly appreciates the diligentness of this internal disciple. Finally, the thin wall and white fog dissipated. Gan Ping walked to the boundless son and bowed respectfully and said, "Good day, elder!" Wu Yizi looked at Gan Ping in front of him with a smile. Suddenly, the corners of his eyes moved, reached out and held him up and looked at Gan Ping's body. Gan Ping looked at the eyes of the boundless elder, and knew that the second layer of fire control and pulse heart method that he had broken through was seen by him. He simply said generously, "My disciple was lucky enough to live up to the expectations of the elder. Yesterday, he broke through the second layer of fire control and pulse."

"Okay, okay, okay." Three good words in a row show the excitement of boundless. I really read it correctly. Gan Ping is indeed a cultivation wizard. It seems that his decision to hand over the mantle to Gan Ping is a wise choice. I didn't expect such a qualified wizard to fall into my hands. If those old guys find out in the future, they will definitely beat their chests and shout that it's a pity. In just more than a month, Gan Ping broke through two layers of fire control and pulse heart method one after another. Although it is only an introductory heart method, its speed is enough to make people look sideways.

Wu Yizi stared at Gan Ping excitedly. A mini flying sword of about an inch flew down from above and stopped between the two. Wu Yizi reached out and took it into the palm of his hand. He suddenly patted his head and said, "Gan Ping, you go to Danfang first and wait. I have something to go to Yin Xuanfeng. Also, don't call me in the future. Elder, just call me master." How smart Gan Ping was. He was overjoyed at the moment. He knelt on the ground with a bang and shouted, "Disciple Gan Ping, see the master." The meaning of this boundless son's words is obvious. Obviously, he believes that he is his disciple. These days, Gan Ping has been serving in the Danfang. The status of this boundless elder in the sect is seen with his own eyes. If he can be included in the door, he doesn't have to pay attention to Li Xing'an, and even enter the inner door. How can he Don't let Gan Ping be surprised?

With a loud laugh, Wu Yizi put the small purple flying sword into his sleeves, flew over Gan Ping's head, and went straight out of the hall. It took a long time for Gan Ping to recover from this surprise. He didn't expect that he would be included under the door by the boundless elders. In this way, he must be safe and stable. There is no need to worry about someone using open tricks to deal with him. As for the secret, Gan Ping sneered slightly, so come on.

When he came to the Dan Room, Gan Ping found a stable corner and put the fire on a futon. This is boundless. Oh, it is the master's private Dan Room. No one can enter it except without his permission. The fire is absolutely safe here and will not be disturbed. After placing the fire, Gan Ping looked at the burning fire under the Dan furnace and was slightly thinking about something.

My own Chuo Rongyuan forging formula has been stuck in the stage of selling gold for a long time. For the long life of the dragon clan, you can boil the mana little by little, and one day you can practice this skill to Mahayana. But as a mortal, if you want to achieve something from this skill, you must think of some other methods. Although it was just a sneak attack on Li Xing'an that day, Gan Ping saw the strong physical advantage of the monk. Even if he was injured, the tough monk was definitely more likely to survive.

At present, the master hurried to Yin Xuanfeng. It seems that there is something important. He will definitely not be able to turn around for a while. Usually, he can hardly leave this Danfang. Today's free time is my opportunity. Thinking of this, Gan Ping took a chapter in his mouth, and a golden mini dragon spewed out of his mouth. It was the trace of C fire Yuan Gang that Gan Ping practiced. This hair-shaped dragon-shaped Bing Huo Yuan Gang flew with Gan Ping's heart and threw himself into the blazing fire under the Dan furnace. This Binghuo Yuan gang is really strong and domineering. Although it is only a trace, it suppresses the flame and instantly integrates into it and disappears. Gan Ping has just seen it. There is no elixir in this elixir furnace. If an elixir was refined in it when the boundless son left, Gan Ping would not dare to move the fire.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the burning flame, but his mind was commanding the silk dragon-patterned Binghuo Yuan Gang to swim along the flame, and stopped at a depth of nearly a hundred feet in an instant. Gan Ping has vaguely felt that the flame here is much more domineering than the above, and even his silk of Yuan Gang has faint traces of integration and refining. Gan Ping knows that this is the reason why he can't cultivate it. If he changes the fire dragon, the vast and domineering dragon pattern C fire will definitely devour the fire. Moreover, Gan Ping felt that the power of his soul had reached the limit, and it was impossible to go deeper.

Under the guidance of Ganping's soul, the dragon-shaped Binghuo Yuan Gang gathered his body in a circle and swallowed up the ground fire. After a while, the dragon-shaped Binghuo Yuan Gang came out from under the Dan furnace and stopped in front of Gan Ping. The scorching fire made people unable to get close, and he frowned slightly. Gan Ping didn't expect that the spirit of the fire in the fire was so domineering. The golden dragon's eyes had become slightly dark red, and the wisps of red lines on his body appeared, which was the spirit of the fire in the fire.

The little dragon opened his mouth, and the fiery red spirit of the fire spewed out of his mouth and went straight to the Gan plane door. Gan Ping did not dare to slack off. He quickly held his breath and sucked the trace of fire essence into his mouth. For a moment, he seemed to have swallowed a charcoal. He hurriedly ran the true formula of Qi C fire melting yuan forging body, dispersing the heat of the fire essence and swimming. Walking all over his body, the heat wave rolled over his body for a while, and even the clothes on his body gradually rose smoke. Gan Ping could not care about this at this time. He didn't expect that the spirit of Wuhuo was so domineering that there was a faint tendency to break through his body's meridians, but fortunately, under the guidance of the true formula of Rongyuan forging, he was everywhere in his body. After wandering around, I didn't go through one place, as if I had burned the skin and fascia bones there with a soldering iron, and the pain in it can be imagined.

Gan Ping just bit his lips and did not snort. Although this method is very painful, it is the fastest way to improve the cultivation at present. Refining the essence of the fire is not only to improve the true formula of the Chuo Rongyuan forging body, but also very beneficial to the other two skills. Compared with the worry of life, what is this pain? What? Finally, nearly an hour later, the essence of the fire that rushed left and right in Gan Ping's body was finally refined safely. Gan Ping vaguely felt that the real secret of Rongyuan forging, which had not grown, had grown faintly. He couldn't help but be secretly happy. It seemed that this method was really effective, and the improvement of his cultivation would depend on him in the future.

Looking up to the sky and exhaling deeply, a wisp of pale cyan eyes spewed out of Gan Ping's chest. Finally, he refined the fire. Looking up, the hair-sized fire dragon was still hovering in the air. Gan Ping's heart moved and counted it carefully. There are still more than ten pieces of fire essence wrapped in it, but in the current situation, it can't be refined. This horrible thing in the eyes of others is now a complete tonic in Gan Ping's eyes. He commanded Bing Huoyuan Gang to wrap these more than ten pieces of fire essence layer by layer, and finally turned it into a golden sphere, and Gan Ping swallowed it.

The remaining fire essence cannot be wasted. In this way, there are not many opportunities to ingest the essence of fire. These more than a dozen fire essences must be cherished. Gan Ping decided to temporarily take them away, wait to return to his residence, and refine one every day. Feeling that Binghuo Yuan Gang, who had become a ball, wandered in Dantian, Gan Ping breathed a long sigh of relief. It seemed that his choice was right. With the help of this fire spirit, he would be able to reach the middle level of gas refining before the year's big test. At that time, his relationship with the boundless master and apprentice could be truly confirmed.

Gan Ping knew that Wu Yizi was just a lover of talent, but after all, he was still a servant disciple in black. If he was known by the elders of the door that he had become a disciple of the boundless son, he would definitely make a lot of trouble. Then Li Liefeng would definitely be the first to jump out and oppose it, and his most important task now is to achieve refining as soon as possible. At that time, he became a formal disciple. Although he was not an inner door, no one could say anything.

Just as Gan Ping was thinking about these, there was a slightly surprised voice from the door of the Danfang, "Gan Ping, you, um, what are you doing?" Gan Ping looked back. The master who had just come out was standing at the door and looking at him in surprise. Seeing that the master's eyes were strange, he quickly looked at him. He couldn't help but be surprised and then embarrassed. It turned out that when the fire spirit was refined just now, the hot firepower spread all over the body. Most of the clothes on the body were burned by the firepower and turned into ashes, and only the neckline cuffs were slightly covered with clothes.

At present, he was seen by Wu Yizi. Of course, he was extremely embarrassed. He had just taken himself as an apprentice. At present, he appeared here almost nakedly, and Gan Ping's face suddenly turned red. Seeing that his face turned red, Wu Yizi also knew that he was embarrassed. He turned his hand over. A set of clothes appeared in his hand and threw it to Gan Ping from afar. Gan Ping was not in a hurry to reach out to pick it, but put the black paint ring that had burned the wire on his chest into his palm without any trace. Fortunately, there was a trace of black paint ring, otherwise the black paint ring would be exposed. In front of the boundless.

After putting away the ring, Gan Ping reached out and picked up the clothes that fell on the ground. The boundless man on that side had turned his head, as if he was afraid of embarrassment. Pulling off the remaining clothes on his body, Gan Ping slowly changed into the robe thrown by the boundless. The cannon was very big, and it seemed to be the boundless clothes. Gan Ping dragged the corner of his clothes and walked to the boundless man with his back to him. At this time, the man had turned his head and looked at the well-dressed Gan Ping with bright eyes and asked, "How did you do this?"