Chapter 87 Dragon scales

With the appearance of a layer of shining dragon scales in Ganping's breathing table, the dragon scales turned into invisible in an instant. Only the fire screamed, and the faint pressure could not bear even the fire with the blood of his hands. With the operation of the aura in Gan Ping's body, his body has also changed. This ice and fire melting forging body is really not so simple. Gan Ping, who has the blood of the fire dragon, has exerted the blood of the real dragon to the extreme.

The world's monsters are divided into twenty-four levels. Although the dragon clan does not belong to the monster beasts in the end, it is still an alien after all. This fire dragon is originally the body of the real dragon. At the beginning of this Tianfu mainland, it is the existence of the seventeenth-level monster. After years of practice, it has reached the top existence of the twenty-first level, except for several ancient The pure fire spirit outside the spirit beast is already the top spirit beast.

When he passed the disaster that day, the fire dragon gathered the blood of his whole body into a ball. After the quenching of Tianlei, it was integrated into Ganping's body. Now under the inspiration and guidance of the secret method of the dragon clan, Ganping's body also changed to the dragon clan that day. Slowly open your eyes and highlight a mouthful of black smoke, which is the impurities discharged during refining in the body. Looking at the black smoke dissipating in the air, Gan Ping fell into deep meditation. Originally, he thought it was just relatively easy to practice the ice and fire melting body, but when he broke through the realm of gold sales, he found that it was far from as simple as he thought.

Looking at his hands, Gan Ping slightly operated Xuangong, and a layer of strong and shiny fine dragon scales appeared on the back of his hand. Gan Ping took out a sword-shaped Xuanbing given by the elders in the daytime from the storage bag and gently cut it on this layer of scale armor. He didn't dare to use too much force. This sword, like the arc moon knife used by the cold rain in the day, is a six-grade mysterious soldier, which is extremely sharp. Although he has reached the realm of jade cutting, he does not know whether he can resist this sharp sword.

A gentle sword was cut on the scale armor of the arm, and a sound of gold and iron sounded. Gan Ping just felt that his arm trembled slightly, but the scale armor was still shining, and there was no trace. Seeing this, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. He raised the sword in his hand and cut it off with a fierce sword. A louder voice sounded. Gan Ping felt his arm numb and fixed his eyes. A white mark appeared on the layer of fine and solid scales, but there was no sign of fragmentation.

The thought turned to disperse the scale armor. Gan Ping couldn't help but be overjoyed. He didn't expect that the gap between each layer of the ice and fire forging body was so big. Now he can resist the sixth-level Xuanbing in the realm of the third level. What's more, he still vaguely felt in his heart that the realm of the forced breakthrough was not stable, if it was time. If the cultivation is stabilized, the power of this decision will definitely go further.

Huo'er sat in Gan Ping's arms and looked at Gan Ping's behavior curiously with a pair of big black eyes. It was quite strange how his master went crazy. He actually took a sword and cut it around and jingled happily, scratching his ears and cheeks for a while. Gan Ping straightened up and loosened his muscles and bones. The spiritual stone fragments used to gather the spiritual array from the corners of his eyes had turned into powder, which showed how strong the impact of the spiritual power last night was.

He put his hand into the storage bag, and a ring flashed with black mysterious luster appeared in Ganping's hand, which was the black lacquer ring from Xuan Mingzi. A spiritual light swept out, and a huge piece of jade suddenly appeared in the room. A beautiful girl like a flower in the light blue translucent jade was sleeping in it. Gan Ping looked at Ma Linger's sleeping face and stroked the surface of the jade coffin with his fingers, and his eyes were full of sadness and sadness. Linger, soon, I have been separated from the status of a servant disciple today. Tomorrow I can search for the secret recipe of ancient books, and I will definitely save you. With the sound of Gan Ping's words, a mass of light on the side of Ling'er's head in the jade coffin also beat slightly. It was Ling's mutilated soul, as if she had understood Gan Ping's words, and suddenly responded.

The fire jumped on the jade coffin, and tears flashed in the eyes of the little monkeys. One person and one monkey cried silently. It took Xu Jiu Ganping to put away the jade coffin with bells. It was not long. Five years was a long time to say, but it was nothing to the monks. There were also many people who had been closed for decades. But Linger can't wait. It has been more than half a year since the incident in Xiaoyue City, and there is only about four years left for Gan Ping.

Gan Ping strode out of the room and went straight to the seventh floor of the fire hall. Along the way, those miscellaneous disciples who were originally of the same generation as Gan Ping saw Gan Ping avoiding salute one after another. There was an inexplicable look in his eyes, envy, jealousy, and a trace of awe. It seems that the promotion of Gan Ping to a personal disciple of the boundless son has spread. Maybe he will be the first seat of the next Mingyunfeng. Who dares to make a second place in front of him? Gan Pingyuan was not familiar with them in the first place. The gap in identity and status widened, and there was nothing to say. Looking at these disciples who were shrinking in front of him, Gan Ping sighed in his heart. It all shows that Yunfeng's disciples' cultivation is low. At first glance today, it is really not empty. What the immortals call for is a Taoist heart without dust and dirt, and there is no fear. However, these disciples have moved the secular set into this Miaocheng Sect. How about being a servant disciple, or a personal disciple? If you don't go to Jindan Avenue within a hundred years, there will be no hope of immortality, and finally turn into dust. How can you be humble?

With the same joint, Gan Ping immediately felt that his mood had improved a large part, and the control of the true element in the body was increasingly applied at will. The true element mana, which could not be controlled because of the surge, gradually calmed down with the improvement of the realm. Gan Ping walked all the way to the seventh floor of the Fire Hall. Before he entered it, he heard the angry voice of the boundless man inside, "What? You're dreaming, go, go, go, don't make noise, or I'll beat you out!"

Gan Ping couldn't help but wonder what his master Wu Yizi is, but he knows best. The Wu Yi Zi he has seen in the past few months has always been amiable with a smile on his face, and so are the others who come and go with him. Even if he was bullied by Leng Yu Leng Qingqiu yesterday, his master did not quarrel with him, but secretly gave him a hard time, but why did he have such a gaffe this time? Gan Ping couldn't help but wonder about the identity of the other person inside.

"Brother, this is your fault. Although you are the first seat of Mingyunfeng, this fire hall is in total. I, Wei Yufeng, also have the right to use half of the fire hall. You don't have the right to dare me go out." The speaker was not angry, and a slightly joke voice came. Gan Ping couldn't help but be stunned. Isn't this voice his uncle Mo Jianfeng?