Chapter 31 Jingyuan

Pingjiang has proposed several times that he wants to go to the island. If not, he can be on the shore. He just wants to see the fog man himself, but he is rejected. Now it is also the first time to see a figure on that island, but he only sees a vague figure, which should be the real body of the fog man.

Pingjiang was a little excited. He also saw that the figure just now really flew away in the air, which was very different from Lei Er Shao's ability to fly by stepping on the starlight. Pingjiang couldn't help but become more and more curious about the real strength of the fog man.

At this time, a roar sounded in the forest, and the direction was the direction of the fog man flying away. Pingjiang looked sideways and saw that A Liang and Xiaobo looked there nervously. From time to time, they whispered a few times, as if they had met a strong enemy.

"Old sloppy, you old man doesn't sleep, what are you running to mess with!"

Pingjiang tried his best to see that there were only a few black spots in the far sky, one was slightly larger, and the others could no longer be seen. Fortunately, their voices resounded a hundred miles and could be heard clearly.

"Hey, you broken flute and pass by my place with nothing to do. I always want to come and have a look. Oh, so beautiful kitten, oh, so fierce!" This sound is very familiar, and Pingjiang can hear it at once. It's just foggy.

Old and sloppy, this name is really appropriate! Pingjiang nodded secretly. Now three months later, the fog man has long lost the appearance of the fairy style in front of Pingjiang, and has restored the lazy and sloppy image when he first appeared in front of A Liang.

"Wow~"

"Don't shout, I'll beat you up if you call me again."

"Wow...Wow..."

"What a disobedient!" After listening to the fog man's words, Pingjiang saw a huge air palm with hundreds of feet of square meters suddenly appeared next to the black dots and grabbed it down.

"Ah! What are you doing, sloppy? Stop it!" Another sound was extremely anxious, and then a huge fireball appeared, half the size of a palm, bright red and dazzling, rushing straight to the huge palm, but was slapped away by the big hand.

"Wow..." This beast roar was extremely sad, and Pingjiang's body was also numb, as if his whole body began to hurt. Then he saw that after the giant palm slapped the biggest black spot, it stopped for a moment and began to become smaller quickly, disappearing next to a black spot. And the big black spot also flew away.

"Old sloppy, what do you mean?" The voice was full of anger.

"When we meet, we share a portion, and everything has arrived on our heads. I can't think I haven't seen it!"

"I spent more than a year looking for this big bug, and even chased it for a few days and nights, which was used for my grandson when he became an adult. It's useless if you want it. If not, give me this essence, and I'll exchange it with you. How about you? The voice is very unwilling and has a feeling of helplessness.

The fog man laughed and said, "Who said that I'm useless, so I can't have disciples?"

"What, did you accept the disciples? How can this be possible? Who doesn't know that you are sloppy and will never accept apprentices! Don't want to fool me."

"Frap you? I'm not in that mood." The fog man's voice looked impatient and said, "Breaking flute, the white cat is going to run away. I have left a lot in it. If you don't chase it, you can't even get it at all."

The man calmed down for a moment. After all, he didn't dare to do anything to the fog man. He snorted angrily and flew far away and said, "Old sloppy. I hope I can see your disciple as soon as possible in the future and let me see what kind of genius can make you like you."

The fog man did not respond until the two large and small black spots disappeared before flying back.

"Do the fog predecessors have disciples? I haven't seen it! However, with his relationship with the teacher, I don't know whether his disciple is my brother or my brother. Where is he practicing? Is it in that wooden house? Pingjiang was very happy to hear this at first sight.

Seeing the figure in the sky flying closer and closer, Pingjiang widened his eyes and wanted to see the appearance of the fog man himself. Unexpectedly, what I saw was a white fog, which completely covered the figure. Pingjiang couldn't help but be disappointed.

"Butter!"

Pingjiang was stunned and was about to speak when he suddenly felt a force around his body suddenly appear, binding his whole body so that he could not move. Then a few breath pressed his face, and then Pingjiang felt that his mouth opened uncontrollably.

A white and red water mass with golden light floated out of the fog man and flew to the Pingjiang River.

Pingjiang couldn't move, so he could only wink at the fog man puzzledly. I don't know if it annoyed the fog man. Finally, he couldn't even blink his eyelids.

When the water ball arrived in front of Pingjiang, the outermost white crystal fog flew away in an instant, and the red light inside sprinkled on him, while the smallest golden light inside, about five or six drops in size, flew into his mouth.

"120 steps, and then condense." After the fog man threw down this sentence, he flew to the wooden house on the island.

The spirit that pressed Pingjiang also disappeared. He didn't dare to ask more, and he knew that it was better to be obedient now. He quickly flew into the forest and his figure flashed. Since he condensed 15 times the internal breath, it will take 120 steps to consume the internal interest until the whirlpool is formed.

Now Pingjiang can run with his eyes closed, so he can still pay attention to his situation in his spare time. He was surprised to see that the red blood all over his body just now slowly penetrated into his body, which looked a little scary. And the body seems to be slowly cooked in the pot, getting hotter and hotter.

Pingjiang gritted his teeth and ran 120 steps. At this time, his whole body was hot, and there seemed to be a faint heat wave around him, spreading out. Aliang and Xiaobo didn't fight. One was on the shore and the other was in the lake, staring at him curiously.

At this time, the whirlpool in the Pingjiang Danhai could be clearly felt. He quickly sat down, pulled the whirlpool out of Danhai and ran all over his body.

This time, Pingjiang sat for half a month for the first time before getting up. In the past half month, he feels that he has died hundreds of times. Until now, he still looks palpitated.

In the process of this cultivation, the breath scattered throughout the meridians and the whole body has doubled, and it appears endlessly. As long as there is still breath in the body, the whirlpool in the Danhai will not stop rotating. Therefore, Pingjiang condensed desperately and still couldn't catch up with the speed of the breath pouring into Danhai, and finally burst Danhai.

At the moment when Danhai broke, Pingjiang thought he was dead.

What makes Pingjiang feel strange is that whenever Danhai ruptures, a silky golden light will ooz out of his body, slowly squeeze back the scattered inner breath in his body, and then this golden light will repair Danhai.

In this way, Danhai kept bursting and repairing, making Pingjiang as painful as if he were being punished by hell. Every time Danhai bursts or is repaired, Pingjiang can't wait to faint. Unfortunately, another small group of cold golden light in his mind even deprived him of this little wish, and he endured it for more than ten days.

Finally, Danhai became more and more tough in the continuous bursting repair. Until the expanded internal interest can no longer be broken. At this time, the breath gushing from the body slowly began to ease and was finally absorbed by the whirlpool.

Pingjiang stood up, and his panic slowly faded, and his face showed excitement and confusion. There seems to be something wrong with his internal breath. Now it is not the highest condensation he can achieve, nor has it broken through to the realm of water, but 25 times the condensation, and he can feel that every thread of internal breath is so clean and clear, even more pure than the one he has practiced and refined before.