Chapter 204 Refining Short Blade

After paying attention to the care of this unruly silence as a free labor force, Gan Ping was calm and looked up to see that the remnants of the witch god in the air had been completely melted, leaving only a dozen drops of dark golden blood floating in the air. No matter how the flame was licked, it could no longer be reduced by half. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and Gan Ping was a little surprised. He didn't expect that there were so much witch god's blood in the body of the witch god. There were as many as 19 drops of dark golden ** suspended in mid-air. If it was added to the drop he had previously refined, I'm afraid there were twenty drops?

I don't know where this Bu Yi really went in this witch's tomb, and it's unclear in the simple knowledge. If I can find the place where the witch god fell and find several remnants of the witch god, it will be developed. Don't say that the value of this blood in the outside world is, that is, the effect of increasing Shouyuan's condensing the body is enough to make that Some Yuanying monks who failed to hit the realm of Yuanshen flocked and did not hesitate to bankrupt. Of course, how can such a sharp weapon be given to others? Of course, Gan Ping will not take it out and sell it. He will leave some of his own application. The rest can be brought back to the sect to honor the master. At that time, it can't be said that there will be more Yuanshen masters behind him.

Gan Ping is not a fool. It is not that he is not ignorant of the things in the sect. Although under the strong suppression of the uncle's angerless real people, the sect is temporarily calm, but it is still secretly surging. The Shen family plans the identity of its own disciples and the people who follow themselves are remembered by Gan Ping one by one. It's just that my previous cultivation was low and my words were light. Even if I knew something, I was helpless, but now...

Gan Ping clenched his fist slightly. Now he has the minimum power to protect himself. The Shen family, the Li family, and the Leng family. If you have any other thoughts about me, you can't say that it's time to fight. Previously, Linger was included in the door by the voiceless master. When the thunder pool in the mixed yuan cave was forbidden by thunder water, Gan Ping already had an idea in his heart. Since there are many mortals living under Yulong Mountain, why can't the villagers of Ma Jiaji come? What a disappointment it would be if she couldn't see her relatives by her side when she woke up.

Now that the marriage contract has been made, I have to take on the responsibility of this man. If it makes the woman sad, then Gan Ping will be in vain. He has secretly decided that after going out from now on, he has established the identity of a true disciple, and will go down the mountain to practice, and then bring all the relatives of the Ma family back to this fairy mountain to avoid the suffering of the world. After all, at least you have been alone. If the children of Ma Jiaji are well qualified, you might as well include them in the mountains and lead them to the fairy road.

Although I have a good abacus, I still have a lot of difficulties to overcome. On the sect ceremony, the Shen family will definitely refuse to give up. It is also difficult to establish this personal disciple. This score is not good. And hearing the tone of his master's boundless son, it seems that some foreign people came to watch the ceremony, called Guanli. As for what kind of work to do, it is worth playing.

With a cold smile, Gan Ping stopped his thoughts. The most important thing in front of him is to subdue the silence, and then go out of the witch's tomb. These things will be known when he returns to the mountain. With a hand, the nineteen drops of Wushen's blood that kept spinning in the air floated to him quickly. He took out a bronze bottle and carefully collected the blood. This is a very useful thing. Be careful.

After collecting the essence and blood, Gan Ping's eyes once again looked at the innate Douzhenyan. Although refining the remnants of the witch god consumes firepower, and the fire constantly absorbs fire, the power of the silence Zhenyan has been reduced by several points again, but Gan Ping can already feel it. At the center of the spark, the unruly spiritual knowledge is beating crazily, and the irritable breath keeps coming, and your furious feeling is enough to burn the world. Frowning, Gan Ping smiled again. He was not afraid that you were fierce, but that you were weak and had no hard work.

With a raise of his hand, a black light hovered over the silent Zhenyan under the absorption of mana. Gan Ping's mind turned his mind and violently stimulated the silent Zhenyan in it with the control of Daxumi Lingguang. The firelight soared more than half a foot again and swallowed the short blade in the air. What is melted in the fire is Gan Ping's previous strange witchcraft, an unknown but extremely sharp short blade.

This short blade is really a little appalling. Unexpectedly, the Guiyuan Xianshan map of the immortal weapon as the body was broken by it, which severely damaged the Yuanling in the weapon. Unfortunately, although the power is amazing, it is a witch weapon. Gan Ping can't use it at will. The best way is to use it as the body of the blood god knife, and integrate the viciousness of the blood sword with the sharpness of the witch weapon. Gan Ping believes that at that time, he will have a knife in his hand, and even the master of Yuanying will dare to fight.

It's just that I don't know what kind of thing is forged by this short blade. It's solid and extremely impenetrable, and even the light of the blood god knife can't penetrate. Obviously, if you want this blood god knife to enter it and use it as a body, it must be refined. Previously, Gan Ping had no strong flame to melt the body of this short blade. After all, such a solid thing is rare in the world. Even if it is placed in the ground fire of the sect for a hundred years, I'm afraid it can't melt a little.

Unexpectedly, he met the world-famous fierce flame. How could Gan Ping let go of this good opportunity? Since neither of them can be used by yourself, then use the other's spear and the other's shield to let these two unruly guys fight and see who can win who. Gan Ping, who was determined to pay attention, stimulated the silence in his dream. Under the control of Ling Guangzhan, the flame met the short blade extremely reluctantly and emitted a terrible heat.

The blood knife also flew out of Gan Ping's body, hovering in the air and screaming, excited. Obviously, it has been salivating this short blade for a long time. Now that the wish is about to be fulfilled, how can it not be excited? Even if it stimulates the flame, Gan Ping was careful not to touch the wisp of fire absorbed by the fire on the side. The original small fire real dish has been more than a cup, and it is obvious that this Zhenyan refining has been effective.

Compared with the fire, hovering on it, the dragon pattern Binghuo Yuanang, which absorbs the fire gas, is even more obvious. The original dragon body has grown more than several times, and the slender dragon body has also become thick arms. The five dragon claws are flexible. Although a pair of dragon eyes are slightly closed, it is difficult to hide the light in it. The horns on the body are clear and abnormal, just like a living thing.

Seeing these two, Gan Ping was quite gratified. Gan Ping has always regarded Huoer as his closest person, but it is a pity that this little thing is extremely lazy. He cheats and refuses to practice every day, which also makes Gan Ping quite helpless. Seeing Huoer this time, he finally worked hard. How can he have the heart to disturb it? It seems that this thrilling escape was also very touching to Huo'er. Seeing that the owner was seriously injured and died several times, he couldn't help at all, and Huo'er was already a little anxious.

As for the dragon pattern Binghuo Yuanang is even more integrated with himself. The power of this Binghuo Yuanang has greatly increased, and his own skill of melting yuan forging is even more powerful. Why not? With a smile on the corners of his mouth, he looked at the two guys who closed their eyes and worked hard, and Gan Ping turned his eyes back to the short blade in the flame. Burned by this horrible flame for a long time, the short blade was still motioned, and the color became darker and darker. A sharp blood-red color at the blade was more obvious, and a trace of cold light flashed against the blazing firelight.

At the edge of the white flame, a slight black has appeared, which is the sign that the power of the flame is stimulated to the extreme, faintly melting the space. Obviously, the temperature on the surface of the flame is extremely terrible. However, what disappointed Gan Ping was that even with the terrible temperature, the short blade did not have a trace of melting. With a sigh, Gan Ping slowly closed his eyes and began to practice again. If he can't do it for ten days, if he can't do it for ten days, it will be a hundred days if he can't do it for a hundred days. If he can't do it for a year. He has a lot of time, he doesn't believe that the flame of this ancestor saint who melts heaven and earth can't have a small witchcraft?

This burning lasted for seven months, and Gan Ping realized that the short blade showed signs of melting. The remnant body of the witch god was refined by this silence in just three months, but this short blade actually consumed seven months, which shows that its texture is terrible. Gan Ping has faintly realized that he may have picked up the treasure this time.