Chapter 96 Huai Bi's Sin

Gan Ping looked at the Binghuo Yuan Gang funnyly and burped as if he was full. A small spark spewed out of the small dragon's mouth. Suddenly, a small figure flashed beside him. Huoer stretched out his hairy little claws and pinched the spark that Binghuo Yuan Gang could not digest in the palm of his hand and swallowed it with his mouth. Huo'er's behavior made Gan Ping jump. He had endured the taste of this fire essence forging his body. Although it was only the most ordinary Wuhuo essence also made him die and live, what's more, this Qianyuan Lihe Zhenyan, which was obviously more than one, quickly held the swallowing fire in the palm of his hand and looked at the little thing that stole his mouth in horror.

What makes Gan Ping quite strange is that there is nothing wrong with the fire. It seems that the Binghuo Yuan Gang must have absorbed and refined all the domineering fire gas in the Lihe Zhenyan. What just spewed out was just a pure fire attribute spiritual power. Looking at the fire in the palm of his hand, he shuddered on its head with hatred, "You little thing that doesn't make people worry!" But what Gan Ping didn't expect was that with his finger knocking down, Huoer fell straight on his palm. At first, Gan Ping thought that Huo'er was pranking to win sympathy. Suddenly, he felt that it was not fake. He quickly put Huo'er in front of him, pinched its small arms and legs, and carefully checked it.

After checking it from head to toe, An Ping breathed a sigh of relief, pinched the fire monkey's ear, looked at the motionless little guy and said, "You are really a little thing that doesn't make people worry." As in the previous times, the fire naturally began to sleep and absorb because it absorbed too much spiritual power. He gently put the fire on the bed beside him, and then Gan Ping turned to the flames in the spiritual array.

The seven-way clutch Zhenyan devoured the spirit of the fire given by Gan Ping. It is no longer the depressed appearance. After thinking about it, Gan Ping recruited and took back the unfinished C Huo Yuan Gang. As the real fire refined by Gan Ping, this C Huo Yuan Gang is already integrated with his arms and fingers. The root does not need too much control, so there is no need to practice the control method. However, the seven Qianyuan clutch real inflammation in front of us is obviously wild, and it is suitable to practice the method of controlling the flame. Several stars flew out and strengthened the spiritual array. Gan Ping tidied up his clothes and floated into the array.

On the morning of the second day, Gan Ping looked at his ragged clothes and couldn't help smiling bitterly. Originally, he thought that Qianyuan Li's hatred Zhenyan had been greatly frustrated by the phagocation and refining of Binghuo Yuan Gang. In addition, he helped him recover with the essence of the fire. Even if he could not control it at will, he could at least command it a little. But what he didn't expect was that the seven clutches were even more fierce after being suppressed by the dragon and snake bowl, and rushed straight to Gan Ping in the array. Fortunately, Gan Ping has been on guard for a long time, otherwise this one will be enough for him to look good.

After a night of control drills, Gan Ping can simply control the seven flames without the help of the dragon and snake bowl, and the price is that his clothes are as tattered as the spiritual array around him. After changing into a clean suit, Gan Ping silently calculated the shortcomings of this small spiritual array. His cultivation was still too shallow. With the help of this set of star spirit silver and spiritual stones, he would be so embarrassed by these flames. He was really ashamed of the master Mo Zhenfeng.

In fact, Gan Ping's idea is too harsh on himself. Qianyuan Lihe Zhenyan is a strange fire that existed in ancient times. Although it is not a top-notch existence, it is also a first-class strange fire. If it is rumored to have such a flame, I don't know how many monks will fight. Break your head and fight for it. Although only a few wisps of such strange fires are banned in the dragon and snake bowl, its power is not casually controlled by a disciple in the realm of energy refining at will. If it hadn't been for the affinity of Ganping's innate fire spirit body to the flames, these wisps of clutch Zhenyan would have been rampant and turned upside down long ago without the control of the dragon snake bowl.

Thinking of what Brother Gu Senran said yesterday, Gan Ping cleaned up, put the huge sword on his back, put the sleeping fire in his arms and walked out of the door. The fire hall is still busy. When passing by the hall, Gan Ping looked at the bustling crowd and found that it was the end of the month. No wonder he let himself go to the outer gate of Xiandu Peak to report. The fire hall was closed again below the fifth floor, and even he could not enter it. In fact, Gan Ping has always had a great question in his heart. Since there are so many floors in the Fire Hall, why is there no one to go in and out below the seventh floor? Even his master is only refining elixir on the seventh floor. Is there any secret in this fire hall?

Walking down the mountain road, I don't know how many people came to the fire hall to borrow the fire and passed by Gan Ping along the way. Looking at the little disciple carrying such a huge mysterious soldier behind him, his eyes were full of smiles. But after a sharp-eyed person saw the material used by Gan Ping's return sword, the smile in his eyes immediately turned into a strong color of greed.

Although this Xuanhai sinking dragon gold is only a four-grade material, it is not something that these casual repairs can get. The situation of scattered cultivation in Zihua Fairy Mansion is very difficult. Almost all the spiritual vein treasures have been carved up by these large and small sects, and the remaining inconspicuous sporadic spiritual veins can't give birth to any good things. At present, this Ganping is carrying such a large mass of Xuanhai sinking dragon gold, and it is only a high-level cultivation of gas refining. The addition of such volume and weight of Xuanhai sinking dragon gold can simply refine more than ten mysterious soldiers. This ** is like a three-year-old child walking in the downtown with a piece of gold ingot, which is really attractive.

Those who had bad character in the scattered cultivation flashed fiercely in their eyes and almost couldn't help grabbing it, but the golden stripes on the snow-white clothes in their eyes made them slightly sober and set their minds. The clothes of this inherited disciple still know these scattered practitioners who often walk around with Miaochengzong in front of them, which shows that there is an elder of Miaochengzong behind the disciple in front of him, which is not a big deal. Who else can be the elder in Mingyunfeng who can give such a hand to his disciples? In addition, the rumors of boundless apprentices have recently spread, and the names of the people behind Gan Ping have been about to come out in the hearts of these Sanxiu. Obviously, it is not worth the loss to completely offend the first seat of Mingyunfeng Fire Hall for such a mysterious soldier.

These scattered practitioners who seek to survive in the cracks of the major sects are well-in-known ways of life. Just now, they were just blinded by shining treasures. Now they have figured out that they have hurriedly walked to the mountain without squinting, and no longer have any indiscrimination. If their way is that this mysterious soldier is just a fierce name, a few days ago, Sha Wubei, the ancestor of the blood demon, gave Ganping with great power, may be how afraid it would be.

Gan Ping saw these scattered practitioners with different clothes all the way. They first looked at themselves and sneered, and then they were murderous. Then they nodded to themselves amiablely, and couldn't help but feel their minds. It was not until a fierce Sanxiu looked straight at the giant sword behind him that Gan Ping understood the crux of the problem, and a layer of cold sweat came out behind him.

I still don't have enough experience to cross the market with such a heavy treasure on my back. Although Master Mo Lianfeng let himself carry this mountain sword every day to increase affinity, he did not let himself show off so much. Thinking of the eyes of Sanxiu just now, Gan Ping was afraid for a while. Although the giant sword behind him is only six grades, the material is a solid four-grade thing. Moreover, the number is so huge, how can he not make these long-poor practitioners jealous? If there was an eye-opening robbery just now, he would have been killed by others with his high-level cultivation of refining gas.

Although the journey just now was calm on the surface, there was a surging dark tide in the dark. If it hadn't been for this Mingyun Peak, maybe I might have been killed by people. Thinking of this, Gan Ping took advantage of the road and flashed into the forest beside him. He took out a robe and tore it into a piece of cloth to wrap the sword tightly. His storage bag is only the lowest level. Not only is the space narrow, but also the weight is limited. Mo Lianfeng also knew the limit of this storage bag, so he refined such a sword for him.

There are only three basic spiritual arrays on the mountain sword. The simple Yufeng magic array can't drive it to fly at all. With its own true power, it can't be supported, so it can only go to the Xiandu Peak step by step. Along the way, Gan Ping was also constantly thinking. Master Mo Congfeng gave Xuanbing, and then on the day of the opening of the fire hall, he ordered himself to carry such treasures to cross the market. Is it the intention of the two masters?