Chapter 149 Help

I was shocked to see the disaster clouds on Hualong Peak dissipated, and I couldn't help sweating coldly on my back. Is this the strength of the boy Hualongfeng? Although the distance is extremely far away, you can also faintly feel the sword spirit of Gan Ping when talking about the filter. This son can't be underestimated. Tan Lv secretly warned himself in his heart. It seems that the task of this trip is not as easy as expected. It's just surprising that this son's cultivation at such a young age is really shocking. At the thought of this, there was jealousy in his eyes.

After a long time, Gan Ping slowly recovered from weakness and barely supported his body and sat down cross-legged. Gan Ping began to run Xuangong to repair the damage on his body. Although there were many benefits, the feeling of being torn under the thunderstorm made him unforgettable. The domineering power of thunder has torn his body into large and small damage. If it is not repaired as soon as possible, it will accumulate hidden injuries, and it will be tricky at that time.

Swallowing an elixir, Gan Ping calmed down and operated the Taiyi Pure Yang Xinjing. The gentle and vast magic power washed all over his damaged places, expelling the thunder force out of the body. As the circulation of mana gradually recovered from the damaged place on Ganping's body, he sat for three days.

Slowly opening his eyes, Gan Ping seemed to be thinking about something, and suddenly disappeared into the air as soon as his body moved. If someone sees it, he will be very surprised. There was no fluctuation of mana when Gan Ping disappeared just now. It was extremely abrupt. If it was used to escape, it would definitely be caught off guard. When the fire beside him saw that his master disappeared, he was also very puzzled. As early as a day ago, the little monkey had recovered as before and became the previous mischievous appearance. Just because he saw Gan Ping still practicing, he waited for a moment.

The little claws scratched the top of his head, and the fire was particularly puzzled why his master disappeared quietly. A pair of warm hands behind him picked it up. This time, it was extremely abrupt and quietly made the clever fire not react. Huoer just wanted to struggle, but the breath from his neck and the familiar pinching method made him stop. It was Gan Ping.

Now Gan Ping finally understands why the senior respected this Taiyi Chunyang Heart Sutra and did not practice any divine channel method. It turns out that this secret skill of interpretation will automatically generate a magical power of life every time it is practiced to a certain level, which is extremely mysterious and varied. The stronger the strength and the body become, the greater the chance of understanding the profound Taoism.

What just came to Gan Ping's mind just now is a golden light method of elucidating the secret. This vertical golden light method does not go into the five elements, and the return ring is flexible and fast. If you are strong enough to use this method, you can reach 100,000 miles away in a flick of your fingers, which is extremely wonderful. Gan Ping's current strength is not enough. Under the full operation, a golden light escape is only about a hundred miles, but this is already an extremely great speed. I don't know how many times faster than flying with his own sword. Unfortunately, this method consumes a lot of real yuan. With Ganping's cultivation, he will run out at most four times in a row to run out of power.

However, the biggest feature of this method is its secrecy. There is no half of the omen and the fluctuation of spiritual power. It is completed in an instant. Even the intelligent spirit beasts such as Huoer can't detect it, let alone others.

Put the fire on his shoulder, Gan Ping flew into the Dan room with a sword light, and then rolled up the wine gourd on the ground with a big sleeve and disappeared with a smile. In an instant, Gan Ping appeared a few miles away from Hualong Peak and looked back coldly. Although he can go a hundred miles and return to the Fire Hall in an instant, there are many arrays and seals in the sect. He may disturb a master if he is so unscrupulous. What's more, Gan Ping doesn't want this escape skill to be shown in the eyes of others. As a man, he must have to be a little killer.

Feeling the breath of the spying person of Hualongfeng Pang, Gan Ping smiled coldly and wanted to spy on himself? Then wait. In an instant, a sword light disappeared.

When he came to the outside of the Fire Hall of Mingyunfeng, the disciples were doing their homework. The leader was Zhou Xing, whom Gan Ping had seen. When Zhou Xing saw Gan Ping, he hurried forward to salute, "Zhou Xing has seen Brother Gan. I don't know where Brother Gan's trip came from?" Since he got Gan Ping's magic weapon last time, Zhou Xing has faintly become a small leader among the disciples in front of these halls. He is smart and smart. Even Gu Senran pays a lot of attention to him and asks him to arrange work from time to time, which makes his status among low-level disciples a lot.

Of course, he knew that all this was given by the people in front of him, so he was respectful to Gan Ping. Oh, it's you. This is exactly what came from Hualongfeng to visit the master. With that, Gan Ping shook the big gourd in his hand, and the fire on his shoulder curled his lips dissatisfiedly and rolled his eyes. Seeing that Gan Ping had no airs at all, Zhou Xing couldn't help but feel flattered. He had long heard that Brother Gan had been listed as a personal disciple and was in charge of a cave. Compared with his own handyman disciple, his identity was completely different.

He looked at Zhou Xing in front of him. That rather restrained look made Gan Ping think of himself a year ago. Isn't he also like this? Gan Ping looked at him, and Zhou Xing's qualifications were also quite bad. In just a few months, there were signs of breaking through the initial stage of gas refining. The magic weapon he gave him was also inserted into his bun. After all, it is extremely worth showing off that a handyman disciple can have a flying sword.

Although Zhou Xing enters the territory very fast, his mana is illusory and floating. Obviously, the foundation is not very reliable. After a moment of meditation, Gan Ping poked out a spark and entered Zhou Xing's body. Don't talk, calm down and do your work. Your foundation is too not solid!" Gan Ping's words came, which made Zhou Xing, who was shocked, dare not move and stood there silently to run his skills.

What Gan Ping bounces into Zhou Xing's body is just a spark of the seven methods of fire control and pulse. Naturally, it is not the fire. Otherwise, the little disciple in front of him will turn into flying ash in an instant, not to mention consolidating the foundation. After all, his cultivation is still too low. Zhou Xing's life is quite in line with his appetite. Moreover, he also has a lot of influence on low-level disciples. Gan Ping simply helped him with his real fire to help him refine the medicinal power in his body, which is also a good fate.

He casually called a few disciples over and told them to look at Zhou Xing, who was consolidating his foundation, and walked to the door of the fire hall by himself. After this, although the mana will be reduced by several times, it will condense a lot, and the floating foundation will also become solid.

The disciples I saw along the way all greeted Gan parallel, but Gan Ping frowned slightly. I remember that when I first came to the Fire Hall a year ago, although all the brothers were a little tired and their cultivation was not very high, the foundation was solidly meditated and refined, and there was no fraud. But now, although the new disciples are full of cultivation, they are obviously forcibly catalyzed by the power of elixir, which really puzzles Ganping.

The foundation of the Taoist in this realm of gas refining can't be false at all. Only by working hard day can we lay a good foundation. It is not too late to cultivate and then take the elixir. Only then can the power in the body be completely refined. Now looking at the cultivation of these disciples, Gan Ping's heart was moved. Such an act could not be done by Brother Gu Senran, that is, the sect directly ordered the supply of elixir to promote the disciple's cultivation. Is there something to happen?

Gan Ping smelled a trace of unusual meaning from these disciples, which could make the sect make a move to quickly improve his cultivation regardless of his disciple's foundation, which made his heart a little heavy. But he did not reveal it, nor did he delve into it. Such things are not under his own control, nor can he control them. These things are worried by the head and your head. A disciple in the realm of meditation is indeed a little unfounded.

Gan Ping thought all the way and came to the in front of the boundless elixir room on the fifth floor of the Fire Hall. When Huoer saw the door of the room, his eyes lit up, suddenly jumped off Gan Ping's shoulder and squeezed a door crack, and rushed in urgently.

Then an old voice came from the door, "You little thing, oh, you can't touch that, little ancestor, that's not for you to eat. Come back!" Listening to the voice of the boundless voice inside, Gan Ping, who had experienced a life-and-death thunder not long ago, heard this kind voice as if he had a world of mixed feelings, and actually stood in front of the door and started to be stunned. The busy noise in the door sounded one after another, and with the squeak of the fire, it finally stopped. Gan Ping, who woke up in a daze, came from the voice of the boundless voice. "Is Ping'er coming? Come in."