Chapter 89 Another Master

What Wu Yizi said was not small, and he couldn't help thinking about it carefully. This road to cultivation of immortals is the most taboo. Although it is something that many people yearn for by Mo Shufeng, the first sword cultivation in the door, it is not so simple to put it on Gan Ping, who is a disciple of the boundless son.

Gan Ping has been accepted as a personal disciple by the boundless son. The exquisite elixir and cultivation must be carefully taught to Gan Ping. Alchemy alone is enough for ordinary people to practice for a lifetime. If he worships Mo Lianfeng to practice the skill of qi sword, it is likely to reduce the speed of cultivation progress, which is urgent. Gan Ping, who promoted his cultivation to save Ma Linger, didn't want to see it. But yesterday, Mo Minfeng's battle with the blood demon ancestor also made Gan Ping's blood boil. Although he is only a little teenager now, the hearty fighting is the dream of every man. Who doesn't want to practice amazing swordsmanship and turn the tide and kill a bright sky with a single sword?

Gan Ping thought for a while, and the light in his eyes flashed. He gritted his teeth fiercely. This alchemy is to cultivate his life, but the sword practice is to save his life. If he walks out without this skill, it is also extremely dangerous. Although immortals can live a long life, the danger in the cultivation world is far beyond the secular world. Fighting with people is more common. Thinking of his helplessness in Xiaoyue City, Gan Ping has made up his mind to practice the art of refining tools. At worst, he should spend less time on refining weapons, but it is also a good choice to learn the swordsmanship.

After paying attention, Gan Ping raised his head and looked at the bright eyes of the boundless son. He said in a low voice, "The disciple originally intended to inherit Uncle Mo's manor, and he will definitely pass it on in the future, and he will not be cut off!" Wu Yizi looked at the determined disciple in front of him and sighed in his heart. He couldn't tell whether it was right or wrong to do so. He just hoped not to harm the child. Now that you have decided to pay attention, it's up to me." After saying that, he waved his big sleeves and turned around and walked out of the door.

When he came outside Mo Congfeng's fire room, Wu Yizi pointed with his hand and said, "Your Uncle Mo is in there. Go in by yourself." After saying that, he walked back to his elixir room with Huo in his arms. Gan Ping looked at the rather lonely back of Wu Yizi leaving. His heart moved. It seemed that his master was still quite mindful of other people's disciples who broke up with half of him. Thinking of this, Gan Ping felt a little guilty. He only thought about his gains and losses, but he didn't expect that he would feel when he promised his master so quickly.

Turning his head, Gan Ping tidied up his clothes and found that there was nothing wrong with him. He pushed the door and walked in. A middle-aged man was cross-legged in front of a huge Dan stove in the room. It was Mo Yufeng. A dazzling golden light pierced Gan Ping's eyes, which made him feel a slight pain in his eyes. A golden sword light in Mo Lianfeng's mouth spewed out of the dial of his body and turned into a practice-like brilliance. In a transparent and colorless flame above his head, it turned into two. The rainbow light enters the nostrils and disappears, and the cycle is endless.

Gan Ping recognized that the flame was the Nanming Lihuo that showed its power yesterday. Intangible materials only break through all evils, but they can refine everything without entering the five elements. Mo Yufeng is using this divine fire to quench his innate magnetic Gengjin sword. Gan Ping saw that the sword was more condensed and pure every time it was refined from the Nanming fire. He secretly marveled at the effect of such a strange fire in his heart. At this time, he suddenly felt the abnormal movement in Dantian.

Under the inner vision, Gan Ping was greatly surprised. The knife light of the magic blood god knife was buzzing and trembling, as if he was afraid of Nanming Lihuo, who restrained all evils in front of him. Gan Ping was secretly surprised that the knife in his Dantian was domineering and indestructible. He had never seen it so panicked, which made Gan Ping's heart vigilant. Although the magic blood sword in this day does not break anything to kill the gods and destroy demons, there are also things that restrain it. The Nanming fire in front of him is obviously a kind. Gan Ping secretly warned himself in his heart that he must pay attention to in the future. This magic blood knife is his life-saving card. In the future, you must not release it at will before there is a Mahayana. If you encounter it. Nanming Lihuo, such as a nemesis, will definitely suffer a big loss.

What surprised Gan Ping even more was the small and successful Binghuo Yuan Gang in Dantian. Unlike the blood-red magic blood god knife, the dragon pattern Binghuo Yuan Gang, which turned into a mini dragon, was actually eager to try the Nanming Lihuo in front of him. If it hadn't been for Gan Ping's strong suppression, it would have flown out of the body and gone straight to the flame. And go. Gan Ping frowned slightly and thought of the previous thing that the little dragon swallowed and refined the essence of the fire. Could it be that this Binghuo Yuan Gang also had the ability to swallow and refine such a strange fire? Before Gan Ping could find out what was going on, Mo Congfeng, who was not far away in front of him, had woken up from the meditation.

Mo Minfeng's eyes were slightly opened, and two real sword lights were shot out. The faint pressure made Gan Ping have the impulse to bow his head. He was secretly shocked. He knew that his uncle had just entered the realm of Yuanshen and had not stabilized, and his breath was unstable. But I didn't expect that this slight breath had made me almost irresistible. This yuan god monk was really extraordinary.

Gan Ping saw that Mo Lianfeng woke up from entering Ding and quickly knelt down to salute. Just now, his master Wu Yizi said that Uncle Mo wanted to pass on the mantle to himself. Although he was still under the name of Wu Yizi, he was already half a disciple of Uncle Mo. This courtesy could not be was not to waste. Mo Zhenfeng looked at the little disciple who knelt down in front of him. Even his current cultivation expression in the realm of Yuanshen was in a trance, as if he had returned to more than a hundred years ago. He was also such a little teenager kneeling in front of him, but it was a pity that later...

"Get up. There is no need to be polite. In the future, you can't practice under my seat. Don't be restrained." Gan Ping got up and stood aside when he heard the words, and his eyes were slightly lowered and he dared not look directly at Mo Yufeng's infrighten eyes. Looking at Gan Ping's restrained appearance, Mo Lianfeng smiled and raised his hand to throw a piece of soul jade into Gan Ping's arms. "Take this is the refining secret method of Wei Yufeng. Think about it yourself. I'll come to test you tomorrow." Seeing Gan Ping's formality, Mo Nengfeng did not force it, and such things could not be forced.

Looking at Gan Ping, who came back in a flash in surprise, Wu Yizi stroked the fire for a while. Even if he laughed, his younger brother was really extraordinary, and even the apprentice was different. Shaking his head and no longer thinking about this matter, the boundless man stretched out his hand and pointed, and the lid of the stove, which was rising with medicinal smoke, rose quietly. With the sound of the voice of the boundless, the master and apprentice began today's homework.

Wu Yizi and Mo Lianfeng's brothers staggered the teaching time very tacitly. Every day, Gan Ping practiced alchemy at Wuyanzi in the morning, and went to Mo Lianfeng to learn the art of alchemy in the afternoon and evening. However, the swordsmanship that Gan Ping wanted to learn, Mo Lianfeng didn't mention a word, which made Gan Ping feel a little small. A small loss, but he was then attracted to all his mind by the extensive and profound skill of refining. Is Wei Yufeng's alchemy and Ming Yunfeng's alchemy with the same name in Yangzong? The unique fire control formula passed down from generation to generation in Tiangong Hall also makes Gan Ping intoxicated. What makes Gan Ping most happy is the array of methods.

In addition to the flame material, the most important thing of the refinery method is the array depicted in it. This refinery rune needs the foundation of the array. Even alchemy also needs the assistance of the array. Although Wuji also knows some arrays, there are alchemy masters such as Mo Zhenfeng. Deep, Mo Congfeng's attainments in the array are no less than that of other monks who specialize in the array together. The previous formations of Gan Ping under the gourd painting in Xiaoyue City now look like a child's work.