Chapter 137 Road Encounters Strong

This power made those disciples with disdain on their whispers stand on the spot, and Yang Zongqi also stared at the damage in the distance. He knows the strength of this obsidian sinking rock. Gan Ping can break such a large defect with a small thunder bead, which is obviously caused by the explosive force from the inside out. Originally, when he knew that Mo Shouzuo would take this son into his seat, Yang Zongqi was still quite disapproving, but now when he sees such amazing means, he can't help admiring in his heart. He is slightly curious about what is the thunderlight attached to the surface of the thunder beads and has a corrosive power.

Gan Ping breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the thunderball he had refined was really powerful. Thinking of this, Gan Ping remembered the super thunder that was mistakenly refined at the beginning. Suppressed with the idea of experimenting here, Gan Ping turned to Yang Zongqi beside him. That divine thunder consumes a lot of materials and is very powerful. Even if you let yourself refine another one, you may not dare to guarantee success. It's better to save it for the future.

"Brother Yang, what is the power of this thunder pill?" It's not that Gan Ping boasted, but he has never seen the magic weapon refined by other disciples. On weekdays, he often sees Mo Lianfeng refining some small things, but can the handwriting of such refiners be compared with himself?

Yang Zongqi recovered and looked at Gan Ping with a shocked face, "Brother Gan, what kind of thunder method is this? Is the power so amazing?" This thunder? Oh, it's a kind of thunder method selected by going to the inner door a few days ago, called Yuntian Demon Fire Xuanlei. I added some materials to add power. Gan Ping replied with a smile, "So it's so. It's what I got from the inner door..." Yang Zongqi said with an envious face. Although he is the eldest brother of the Tiangong Hall, he is really still the registered disciple in terms of identity. He is just the head of a handyman. Although no one dares to think so, he is still quite self-centered in his heart. Bei, he is also extremely longing for the inner door.

Gan Ping saw Yang Zongqi's deep loss and couldn't help comforting him with a smile, "Brother Yang doesn't have to blame himself. You are like Brother Gu Senran and work for the same clan. In a few years, you will be given elixirs, break through the realm and get the position of deacon. At that time, you can go to the inner door to choose. Take a skill." What Gan Ping said is also true. Although talents such as Yang Zongqi and Gu Senran are not good at cultivation, they are quite good at managing disciples. Such disciples also save a lot of strength from the sect. Therefore, such a disciple can advance internally. After assuming a certain idea, he will be given the elixir to break through the realm, be promoted to deacon, and continue to take charge of the previous practice, which is also a way to advance.

How can Yang Zongqi not know this rule? It's just that the people who have come to practice in Xianshan are like to understand the immortality and reach the peak of their power. Especially when they see so many strange people and magical powers, they yearn for it. If they can't rely on their own strength to gain status, it's also a pity.

He opened his mouth and said something. A purple streamer fell straight down in front of them, and Gan Ping took it in the palm of his hand. At that moment, the old voice of the boundless son sounded in Gan Ping's mind, "Ping'er, come back to Mingyunfeng quickly. I have something important to tell you!" Gan Ping quickly took the summoning sword and saluted Yang Zongqi, "Brother Yang, the master is in a hurry. I can't stay any more. See you another day!"

After greeting Yang Zongqi, Gan Ping patted the return sword on the back, and a sword light rose up with Gan Ping and flew straight out of Wei Yufeng. Only Yang Zongqi stood on the cliff in a daze, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Since he broke through the realm of condensation and refined the impurities of the return sword a few days ago, Gan Ping has been able to barely use this heavy flying sword to fly. Although the speed is not too fast and consumes a lot of mana, it must be much faster than his legs. Feeling the refreshing feeling of passing across the sky, Gan Ping's mind has flown to the Fire Hall. Why did Master Wu Yizi call himself so eagerly? Is it Linger?

Thinking of this, Gan Ping's heart tightened and quickly accelerated his speed. He transported the Zhenyuan in his body to the sword. Anyway, Mingyun Peak was not far away, and his mana should be able to support it there. Seeing that there was the bright cloud peak in front of him, a corner of the earth fire hall was faintly exposed. Gan Ping couldn't help but be secretly happy in his heart, so he fell towards the dark sword light, but in cold air, a blue sword light swept out of the ground fire hall and flew straight to the sky. The light was vast and powerful. Obviously, his cultivation was extremely profound. Gan Ping didn't investigate for a while and was almost swept away by the sword light. He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

Seeing that the unreasonable sword light was about to leave, he suddenly turned a corner and stopped in front of the Gan plane. Gan Ping also stopped the sword light and stood in the air with his feet on the flying sword, but he wanted to see who was so unreasonable. The young man in blue in front of him was also handsome, but it was a pity that there was a gloomy meaning between his eyebrows. He looked up and down at Gan Ping for a while and asked in a loud voice, "Are you Gan Ping?"

Gan Ping was extremely dissatisfied by the teenager's eyes. Just as he was about to ask, the young man opened his mouth first and thought about it. Gan Ping hugged his fist and said, "Isn't it Gan Ping? Do you dare to ask your brother what advice?" The young man in front of him is only about 20 years old, but his true mana is as round as a flowing ball, which is obviously the realm of liquid. Gan Pingyuan was a little angry, but when he saw the young man's cultivation, he couldn't help suppressing his mind. Such talented people should act arrogantly.

Unexpectedly, Gan Ping's respectful attitude came in exchange for the cold hum of the blue-shirted young man, "It turns out that you are Gan Ping. I thought you were something different, but it turned out that you were also a head and two feet, hum..." Gan Ping was full of confusion, and he didn't recognize the person in front of him at all, let alone offend him. Why did he say such a word?

Before Gan Ping could ask, after the young man finished speaking, he drove the sword light by Gan Ping and flew into the distance. The huge strong wind swept around Gan Ping, and the strong force showed the owner's dissatisfaction. Gan Ping only felt that the strong wind almost shaky on the flying sword, and quickly increased the output of Zhenyuan and stabilized his body. Looking at the figure who rushed away, Gan Ping couldn't help but be slightly angry. The young man was already in the realm of liquidization, and it was really rude to shamelessly embarrass himself as a junior disciple.

After thinking about it, I should have nothing to do with the man just now. I suppressed the doubts in my heart, and Gan Ping fell on Mingyun Peak. Irrespecting those brothers who bowed and saluted, Gan Ping hurried all the way to the elixir room of the boundless. He calmed down slightly. Gan Ping tidied up his clothes, opened the door and walked in.

The huge gluttony tripod was still burning, but there was no medicine fragrance coming. Wu Yizi was sitting on a futon with his back to the door. Hearing Gan Ping come in, his ears moved slightly, "Is it Gan Ping?" Gan Ping quickly leaned forward and saluted. Wu Yizi turned around and looked at his beloved disciple, "Can you see Shen Luoying just now?" Gan Ping's heart moved, Shen Luoying? Is it the extremely unreasonable person in the sky? At present, he answered honestly, "I did see a senior brother outside Mingyunfeng, but he didn't mention his name, so Gan Ping didn't know whether it was Shen Luoying in the master's mouth."

Wu Yizi smiled and said, "Ha ha, who else can there be besides him? I called you here so eagerly to tell you that the person in charge of the real person sent to Ma Jiaji came back. You have passed the verification. At present, your name has been determined. As a personal disciple, you lead a peak to live alone. Your Taoist temple is the Hualong Peak. Gan Ping was stunned when he heard the words? Do you live alone in a peak? Dojo? Does this disciple have to go out to practice alone?

As if he saw Gan Ping's doubts, Wu Yizi smiled and said, "Isn't there some doubts? Previously, your identity was not clear, and you didn't know many things in the sect. This personal disciple took over the mantle of the first seat. His identity was not small, so he was tested again and again. Because this mantle disciple is the foundation of the inheritance of the sect, he has to choose carefully. Once you become a personal disciple, you can get a mountain dojo in Miaocheng Sect, which is for the sake of the cultivation of your own disciples. In the future, your cultivation will increase, and it will take several months to meditate once. Naturally, you can't be with those disciples.