Chapter 247 Five Fires and Seven Bird Fans

The feather fan in Gan Ping's hand is colorful and extremely beautiful. The flames on it rise, which is the five fires and seven bird fans he imitated. As a peerless treasure fan under the interpretation door, the Taiyi Pure Yang Heart Sutra also records its refining method. Unfortunately, it is difficult to find seven spiritual birds that can make this thing, but it does not prevent future generations from replacing it with other auras to imitate it. The treasure fan in Gan Ping's hand is made of several kinds of spirit bird feathers based on the golden black feathers attached to the witch drum accidentally obtained in the market that day.

Originally, these five fires and seven bird fans need to have phoenix wings, green ruan wings, roc wings, peacock wings, white crane wings, owl wings, and owl wings. These seven innate spirit birds can be made into the body. It is sealed into the air fire, stone fire, wood fire, samadhi fire and human fire. The King City. In one place, there is a treasure fan, and the torrent of fire is overwhelming, with the power of destroying the world, which is simply five resistances. Now the imitation treasure fan in Ganping's hand only contains golden black wings, which are equivalent to the seven kinds of spirit birds, plus several kinds of spirit bird feathers in the treasures of Xuanmingzi, which are also decent.

After all, this refining method is not bad. Although the material is very different, it is also quite powerful. Gan Ping roughly estimated that the treasure fan he refined could be ranked among the four upper-level magic weapons. It's just that it was hurriedly refined in the witch's tomb that day, but there were many defects, and now I want to improve it. After all, time is running out. If you bother to refine the heavy treasures in your hand, I'm afraid you won't be able to make it. However, this thing is refined by yourself and comes from the same source as your own skills. As long as you improve it a little and complete its defects, it is also a quite powerful treasure.

With one move, the Binghuo Yuanang, which was swimming freely on the ground, flew out. The refining of Jinwu Tianyu and other treasures could not be carried out without this silence. Seeing that the spiritual fan was shrouded in the innate Doushu silence Zhenyan, a purple light flew out of Ganping's ring when it was neutral, which was the branch from the demon fairy. This crystal clear red and purple tree branch is the trophy of attacking Hongyu Fusang with a blood sword that day.

As soon as more than a hundred feet of branches appeared, the wooden aura of the whole elixir room soared. It was urged by the wooden aura, and the ground fire in the vein was even more tossed, and even the Binghuo Yuangang in mid-air showed a comfortable look. Among the five elements, wood makes fire. It is best to use this red jade Fusang, which is naturally not afraid of water and fire, as a fan handle. Gan Ping stepped forward with a smile on his face, took out the body of the blood god knife, and picked it out on the huge branch, as if a butcher was treating the slaughtered lamb, which was extremely picky.

Speaking of the essence of the red jade Fusang demon fairy, it is also one of the most important harvests of Ganping's trip. After all, the red jade Fusang is now completely extinct. Only one is left in the witch's tomb, and it has been cultivated into the body of a demon fairy. On that day, Gan Ping also took advantage of the advantage that the demon fairy did not completely break the seal to get such a cut. If someone enters the witch's tomb now, he will definitely be killed by the crazy Hongyu Fusang on the spot. How terrible these demons and immortals have existed in ancient times. Fortunately, they are blocked by the witch tomb of their own world. Otherwise, who can resist the crazy demon immortals coming to the world?

sighed secretly. Unfortunately, the witch tomb can no longer go. Otherwise, during this matter, I will enter the witch's tomb and devote myself to practice. Relying on the day, the proportion of time in the outside world will be a master in less than a few years. For Gan Ping, who holds the silver mother, the lack of aura in the witch's tomb is not a problem at all.

A flat branch more than two feet long was selected, and Gan Ping took the broken branch back again. These divine objects, whether it is refining elixir or making magic weapon Xuanbing rune, are the best materials. What's more, this red jade Fusang is not afraid of the aura of water and fire. If you take such a foot to Luo Zhenfang for auction, you will definitely be able to shout out a sky-high price. Gan Ping had already thought about waiting until after the sect ceremony, he settled down and sent some to each of the two masters to show his filial piety.

The cut-off branch is only two feet long, crystal clear like a piece of red jade, which is really worthy of the name of red jade and mulberry. Seeing that the fan was almost burning in the flame, Gan Ping put his hand in and took out the original handle of the fan. This handle is also a rare spiritual wood, but it is more than a little worse than this red jade mulberry.

Only Gan Ping, who is born to be a yang spirit body, can do it by refining magic weapons in this way. Otherwise, even Mo Congfeng will not dare to go deep into this silence. Of course, there are also factors in which the silence Zhenyan is refined by Gan Ping. Otherwise, even the body of the fire spirit can't stand this terrible flame.

Taking out the handle, Gan Ping immediately put the broken branches of the red jade mulberry in, and took out several crystal clear leaves. With the help of the firepower of silence, it melted into juice, transformed into runes, and printed on the fan. After thinking about it, Gan Ping grabbed his palm and took a trace of firepower to integrate into it, and sealed it. Then he took out his own big Xumi Lingguang cup and carefully forced out a trace of the ancient poisonous fire collected in the Lishan Hall, which was also sealed in it.

If you have refined the silence Zhenyan for yourself, there is nothing you can do with this Qingming bone fire. Only the innate Doushu silence Zhenyan, such as the innate Qiyan, can suppress this ancient poisonous fire and use it for yourself. Gan Ping was quite unhappy about this vicious flame and did not mean to refine it. With the addition of these two powerful strange fires, a strange light suddenly flashed on the five fires and seven bird fans. In an instant, the aura surged and rose in the firelight.

Seeing that the treasure fan had taken shape, Gan Ping was overjoyed. He stretched out his hand through the flame and firmly grasped the handle. A feeling of blood connection came, and Gan Ping could almost feel the cheers of the flame on the fan. If it was really the magic weapon he refined, it was more round and comfortable to apply. Now this treasure fan has reached the middle level of the third grade. Coupled with the catalysis of Ganping's Binghuo Rongyuan forging body, it is simply the power of melting heaven and earth.

He looked up and down at the treasure fan in his hand with satisfaction, and a smile appeared on Gan Ping's face. In this sect ceremony, what I lack is such a powerful attack magic weapon. With the strength of my current body and the level of the forging formula, the defensive magic weapon is not used for the time being. It's just that this attack is a little worse. Although the mountain sword has been refined several times by itself, and the other level has also been raised to the fourth level, it is still worse after all.

Gan Ping knew that there was still a lot to improve the treasure fan in his hand. After all, he could not refine such a magic weapon with his own refining methods alone. Only by relying on the amazing material of this treasure fan, coupled with the power of the two strange flames and complete weapon making techniques, can we reach this height. In the final analysis, if you want to become a tool-making master, this experience is the most important thing. What you lack is this time. While sighing, Gan Ping moved and showed a strange look, "What is he doing here?" He turned around at will and disappeared in an instant.

Above the sky outside Hualong Peak, a thin young man was standing hesitantly, holding a strange magic weapon under his feet in the air. The young man frowned and said something, full of thoughts. A flash of light flashed in front of him, and a burst of Gan Ping in white appeared and looked at him from afar. "Leng Yu, what are you doing here?"