Chapter 114 Dharma Instrument

Although there is still a lot of space left in the mountain sword, Gan Ping has felt that the successor was powerless to maintain, so he had to stop. Holding the hot mountain sword, Gan Ping frowned slightly. Although it was not satisfactory, it was much better than before. At least, the volume of the mountain sword was no longer so abrupt. He also refined the scabbard so that it could put down the shape-changing sword, and then Gan Ping turned his eyes to the impurity that stayed in the air.

Although he was enlightened overnight, Gan Ping did not know nothing about the things around him. Last night, the eldest brother let these boys wait, but he also knew it. When he refined the real fire of the sun, these children also tried their best to protect themselves, so he hit the idea on this ball of spiritual gold. These disciples have just started, and they can't use it if they give them a few spiritual stones. As for the elixir, if it is given a low-level elixir to the disciples of the Fire Hall, won't it make people laugh? Although he did not participate in it, Gan Ping also knew that the low-level elixir of the disciples in the fire hall was extremely rich.

So he can only put this idea on this small thing. Previously, Gan Ping also followed Mo Lianfeng to refine some small utensils, but he was not very panicked. Now he has just entered the realm of condensation, and he wants to see how much his refining ability has increased. With the development of the Ganping formula, the ** refined from the mountain sword boiled again. The seven clutches were entangled endlessly below, and the impurities that turned into gas flew out.

In fact, this blue ** is not an impurity. It is just the spiritual gold accompanied by the sinking dragon gold of the Xuanhai. The sinking dragon gold of the Xuanhai is masculine and extremely hard, but the heavens cycle of yin and yang. This is the blue stone associated with it is extremely soft in nature, which is the material for making water-based flying swords. The quality of this Weihai blue stone is much worse than that of the Shenlong gold. It belongs to the material belonging to the seventh grade, but because it is accompanied by this Xuanhai Shenlong gold, it is also a rare thing. If Gan Ping is not the Zhiyang spirit body, the flying sword should also conform to the attributes, and it will not be able to refine this Weihai blue stone. With the flexibility of this Weihai blue stone and the mountain sword. You can go up a step, but now that you have refined it, you can only find the fire attribute spirit gold with excellent toughness to refine into the sword in the future to make up for this deficiency.

Seeing that this sea blue stone has been almost refined, Gan Ping thought for a moment and took out a piece of shiny ore the size of a walnut and put it into it. Since it is a gift, it is simply generous, so as not to say something wrong. Sharp wind crystals? This boy is generous." Mo Yufeng, who paid attention to Gan Ping in the ground fire hall, moved slightly. He had guessed Gan Ping's intention. This boy was arrogant and didn't want to accept other people's favor at all. Even if the other party was a few sweeping boys, he was a figure.

With the addition of the sharp wind crystals, the blue ** also became slightly transparent, and some silver and white silk threads that can be seen with the naked eye danced up and down. The disciples behind Gan Ping looked at it as if they were intoxicated. It was common to refine elixir in the fire hall, but it was the first time to see the refining magic weapon with their own eyes, and they couldn't help whispering one by one.

"Look, what is Brother Gan going to do? Do you still want to make a flying sword? Speaking of which, Brother Gan is also powerful. He can actually refine magic weapons.

"Cut, how do you know? I heard that Brother Gan also worshipped Wei Yufeng's first teacher and learned refinery. I secretly listened to what the elders said last time."

"It's really more popular than others. Why am I not looked down on by any elder?"

"It's just you? Who can take a fancy to you if you are lazy? This brother Gan has excellent talent. It may be a breakthrough in the realm of condensation just now.

"What's wrong with me? I tell you not to talk nonsense, but Brother Gan is really a genius. He has practiced to this extent in more than a year. If he is given a few more years, won't he reach the realm of Jindan?

"Is the golden elixir so good? That..."

I ignored the whisper behind him. Gan Ping scratched his finger, and the group of spiritual gold was neatly divided into five parts. As Gan Ping's mana changed, a piece of spiritual gold was shaped like a flying sword by him. The whole sword body is about one and a half feet long, like a blue sea fish beating endlessly. Gan Ping pinched the formula with both hands and put the array into it one by one.

After depicting thirty-six spiritual arrays in a row, Gan Ping stopped the formula. It is not that this has reached his limit, but that the sword is to be applied to those disciples. If the grade is too high, they can't use it at all. What's more, such a flying sword needs to be refined into four more. I still have something important to do. How can I be patient to portray these low-level magic weapons little by little? With the increase of proficiency, the last magic sword was also refined.

Gan Ping put these five three-inch-long swords in the palm of his hand and shook his head slightly. He was still in a hurry. If there was a good spiritual water quench, these flying swords would never be just the upper level of the eighth grade. At present, these five small swords can be transformed. Obviously, they have entered the realm of the eighth grade. Unfortunately, it is only the eighth grade sword that has not been refined with superior spiritual water. Without this important step, it has not been able to break through the limit of the eighth grade.

With a slight sigh, Gan Ping held the five flying swords in the palm of his hand, casually put away the seven clutches Zhenyan, and turned to the edge of the crowd. Seeing Gan Ping coming, these people who were still watching quickly saluted, "Brother Gan!" The sect is divided into ranks by strength. Now Gan Ping's cultivation status is extremely high, and this brother is not wrong. Gan Ping nodded slightly, threw out the five small swords in his hand, and flew to Zhou Xing and others respectively. "This night, I'm in trouble with a few brothers. You can take the little things refined casually."

Zhou Xing and others hurriedly grabbed the flying sword and put it in the palm of their hands and looked at it carefully. With dripping blood, you can recognize the Lord, and you can come and go freely with your heart. These flying swords are only at the level of magic weapons, but they don't need any mana to sacrifice, and they can be used directly. Zhou Xing was also clever. Hearing this, he quickly cut a cut in his hand with a flying sword, so that the blood flowed to the flying sword. For a moment, he cut a cut on the boss. The blood flowed and hurriedly took out an elixir and sprinkled it on the wound. He said repeatedly, "Thank you, Brother Gan for the sword..."

The disciples behind him looked at the little sword in the hands of several people and couldn't help but look very hot. Even the low-level magic weapons are not what these people in the realm of gas refining can have. Although they are red, they have nothing to say. They just hate why they didn't come here to take care of Brother Gan like these people last night. More organically, he has begun to think about how to flatter Gan Ping to see if he can get a magic weapon.

Gan Ping ignored the eyes of everyone and went straight to the tall door of the Fire Hall. He couldn't help his eagerness to find his master's boundless son and ask him to treat Linger lying in the ring.

He quickly came to the fifth floor of the Fire Hall. Gan Ping stood in front of the elixir room of the boundless, and his mind surged. He didn't know if his master Wuanzi had a way to treat Linger. However, since he was a master in the realm of Yuanying, he would definitely know how to treat Linger, which was much better than his aimless search. At this moment, Gan Ping couldn't help but be grateful to Mo Congfeng. If Mo Congfeng hadn't made everything clear yesterday, maybe he was still struggling to tell these things and delay Linger's treatment.

Gently stroking the black lacquer ring in the palm of his hand, Gan Ping knew that Linger was sleeping quietly in it, but the fiery red figure had been jumping and laughing in his mind, "My little minister!" You little beggar!" Thinking of these words that had echoed in his ears, Gan Ping couldn't help closing his eyes slightly for fear that his tears would flow out. He woke up from the mountain and went through a lot of hardships. It took him more than a month to get to Majiaji. It was Linger who brought her into the village. The first person to greet her is her, the first person to greet her is her, and the first person to like her is also her. In Gan Ping's heart, Ma Linger is not only a fiancee, but also a girl who has been a childhood sweetheart for several years, but also her own relatives.

However, her lack of protection made her suffer so much, which made Gan Ping feel full of self-reproach. It was precisely because of this that he did so unscrupulously kill the Fang Ning family in an extremely harsh way. It was also because of this that he was ashamed to treat Mr. Zhang and others who once loved him, so that he went far away to Xianshan and came to this Miaochengzong to find a way to treat Linger. Now hope is in front of him, but he hesitates. The stone door is as heavy as a mountain, so that Gan Ping can't lift his strength. If the master is boundless and there is nothing he can do, what should he do?

Just as Gan Ping was wandering and struggling at the door, there was an old and kind voice inside, "Is it Gan Ping? Come in."