Chapter 100 Giant

Holding the cloud and sky demon fire Xuanlei in the palm of his hand, Gan Ping turned to the area of Qimen God Channel Method, which was more rare than the Leifa area just now, and there were few quick knowledge on the shelf. After grabbing a jade Jane casually, Gan Ping was stunned to find that a refining method called Water Thunder is not the same as making a weapon. Although this kind of water thunder, which compresses the great power with the help of some strange materials, is only a one-time consumption item, it has half the power of its own magic weapon, and it is extremely hidden, with only a trace of mana. It can inspire.

Gan Ping shook his head and put this knowledge back. Not to mention that this skill is not attributable to his own attributes, even if it is in line with his own attributes, Ganping will not work hard to practice such magical power. It is just a kind of mine refining method, which is not very beneficial to cultivation at all. Looking around on the shelf on this side, Gan Ping found that most of the strange door was this kind of strange method that had nothing to do with the cultivation of life. Only the puppetry in it moved him, but he immediately gave up. I don't have time and materials to refine this puppet. Moreover, this puppet can only have the strength of the golden elixir realm at most. Compared with his efforts, it is simply not proportional. On the contrary, it is recorded that Gan Ping, the puppet art in ancient legends, is a great abnormal movement.

In ancient times, there were witches and demons standing side by side. The two tribes of lichs and often fought. This witch foot man is similar to human beings in appearance, but the power is infinitely born with the power to pull up the mountain and carry the tripod, and the copper head and iron arms are not afraid of water and fire. This demon clan also has a wide variety of magical power, but there are weak people who are sandwiched in it to seek a glimmer of vitality. The two lichs often fight endlessly, and there are many deaths and injuries. There are intelligent people in the human race who find their bodies, refine them with drug prohibition, and make them into puppets.

It is said that in ancient times, there were 18 puppets of 19-order real dragon bodies around human powerful monks, and even dozens of puppets refined by witch corpses were gathered around them, which were extremely powerful. But these are all carried out secretly by human monks, otherwise if these two clans know that someone has blasphemed the deceased so much, they will definitely not die.

Later, in the Lich War, the witch clan was defeated and lived in seclusion. The demon clan was also greatly injured and could not do anything to the human race, so they had to pinch their noses and divide the world equally with the human race until today when the demon clan declined. Since then, puppet art has been popular for more than a thousand years. Unfortunately, the witches can't escape from the world. There is one less material to refine puppets. Many human monks have set their eyes on the demon clan that have just concluded an alliance. Such behavior naturally caused a fierce rebound of the demon clan. After several wars, both sides have suffered heavy losses. Human monks couldn't, so they retreated to borrow rare metal ore to refine the puppet. Unfortunately, the power of this puppet was far less than that of the former. Gradually, the puppet skill faded out of people's sight.

The puppet skill that Gan Ping saw today is also an incomplete version of the remnants. Otherwise, if the puppet foot refined with the body of the 19th-order real dragon can kill the immortals, can it be compared with the realm of the golden elixir? After checking that there was nothing to gain, Gan Ping took this simple and walked to the door, rang the small copper bell next to him, and appeared leisurely with a crisp voice. This surprised Gan Ping. Is it possible that this is a mustard space? Otherwise, how could I not find out how this Smiling Deacon appeared? He secretly suppressed his heart and was surprised, and Gan Ping handed over the knowledge in his hand.

Looking at this gray knowledge, Jian smiled and frowned slightly, reached out to take it in the palm of his hand, and looked at Gan Ping in surprise. Are you sure you want to practice this cloud demon fire mysterious thunder? To practice this thunder method, you have to run around looking for beast fire or raise spirit beasts by yourself, otherwise it can't be used. You have to think about it..." In Xiao Mofeng's eyes, this kind of thunder method is just a method of refining the god thunder outside the body. It is a powerful consumption, and it has no use for itself at all. How can you get Gan Ping's body with the dragon-patterned Binghuo Yuan Gang? The domineering Binghuo Yuanang and this thunder method can be regarded as a complement to each other, which is a very good match.

Gan Ping nodded, "That's him. The fourth deacon, please record it for me." Xiao Mofeng looked at Gan Ping's face doubtfully and couldn't help shaking his head secretly when he saw the resoluteness on his face, thinking that it was just the strangeness of the young disciple who was greedy for this thunder method. Well, at worst, it's better to sell the two people's love and let the child choose again. Thinking of this, Xiao Mofeng took out a blank knowledge simple and recorded the cloud demon fire mysterious thunder. Even if no one cares about the skills in this secret room, it can't be brought out casually. It can only be recorded by the deacon of the inner door to bring it out of this secret room.

Put the original version back to its original place, and Xiao Mofeng handed over the newly recorded Lei Fa to Gan Ping and took him out of the secret room. When he came to the original quiet room, Gan Ping couldn't help looking back. The door on the original wall of the magic formula had disappeared, and only the slightly mottled wall stood alone, showing the sense of vicissitudes of life. Well, since you have selected the skills, you can practice by yourself. If you have any questions, you can come and ask me. When you go out, there is someone waiting for you in the second room on the right. Go!" Gan Ping said that Xie Xiao Mofeng ordered to expel the guests.

Gan Ping had no choice but to withdraw his luggage. The door behind him swung and Gan Ping looked left and right, and raised his legs and walked to the right. When he came to the second door, he learned from Zeng Qi and knocked on the small fence in front of the door, and the sound of the urn inside came, "Come in!"

Opening the door, the figure of an angzang man appeared in front of the Gan plane. Looking at the body like a copper cast iron, he couldn't help thinking of Yang Zongqi, the eldest brother of the Tiangong Hall he had seen. However, although Brother Yang looks burly, he can barely get along with each other. The man in front of him is as domineering as a god.

Seeing Gan Ping come in, the big man said, "You boy is Gan Ping, right? Come on, let me see how your bones are. With that, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on Gan Ping's shoulder. Although he thought his voice was very low, Gan Ping was still shocked by the big man's voice that his head buzzed and dizzy. The thimp reached out to Gan Ping and didn't want him to touch him, but although the big man seemed to have some rules between the rough man's action, which made people unable to dodge, Gan Ping could only watch the fan-like hitter put on his shoulder, and suddenly came like a huge force like a mountain.

Gan Ping was also stubborn. Seeing that the big man couldn't help saying that he was going to give himself a power as soon as he met, he had a bad temper. He stood firmly on his feet and stood up, and his small body was as tall as an iron pile. Under the pressure of the big man, he couldn't help but be surprised, and a trace of strange light flashed in his eyes with interesting efforts again. Gan Ping felt that his shoulder seemed to be carrying a mountain, and it was very difficult to breathe. He knew that as long as he retreated a little, the soft man would withdraw his strength, but he did not want to be looked down on. The big man in front of him came up to test without saying a word. If he retreated, he seemed to be afraid. At that moment, he stood on his heel and tried to support him. He only heard two bangs. It turned out that the two shoes of Ganping under the great force could no longer stand such pressure and were squeezed out.

Gan Ping is not much better. His face has been red for a long time, and the big man is also quite surprised by the little boy's strength and does not withdraw his strength. He would like to see how long the boy can last. Feeling that his feet were cold, Gan Ping knew that his shoes had been broken. This pair of cloth shoes was still made for himself by Ma Zhangshi when he left the Ma family, but he did not want to be damaged here. Gan Ping was angry and anxious, but at such a close distance, he did not dare to urge Binghuo Rongyuan to forge his body. He could only lift a breath in Dantian. His face turned extremely red, and he roared at his waist and stood up. The big man was hit by this sudden huge force, and the hand pressed on Gan Ping's body was bounced back.

He bounced off Gan Ping, who was as heavy as a mountain on his shoulder, and he had no strength. The sword that could have been able to bear it on his shoulder was now like a mountain peak pressed on his shoulder, making him sit on the ground and not want to get up, and his body was sore. Looking at the Langlang smile of the man who sat on the ground and gasped and looked at him with vicious eyes, the smile shook the roof of the room like thunder. Okay, okay, it's really good. It can withstand my great power..." The big man stopped laughing, and a pair of copper bell-like giant eyes stared at Gan Ping. "Kid you practiced any physical exercises?"