What Wuyunzi said was not trivial, and he couldn't help but think about it carefully. This path of cultivating immortals is the most taboo and too much to be distracted, although being accepted by Mo Yifeng, the first sword cultivator in the sect, is something that many people yearn for, but it is not so simple for Gan Ping, who is a disciple of the Boundless Son.

Gan Ping has been accepted as a disciple of Wu Yanzi, and his exquisite and unparalleled Danshu and cultivation must be carefully taught to Gan Ping, just alchemy is enough for ordinary people to practice for a lifetime, if he enters Mo Yifeng's sect to practice the art of refining qi and sword cultivation, it is likely to slow down the speed of cultivation progress, but this is what Gan Ping, who is eager to improve his cultivation to save Ma Ling'er, does not want to see. But yesterday, Mo Yifeng and the Blood Demon Ancestor fought with Gan Ping's blood boiling, although he is only a little boy now, but the hearty fight is the dream in every man's heart, who doesn't want to practice a body of earth-shattering swordsmanship, turn the tide and kill a clear sky with a single sword?

Gan Ping thought for a while, his eyes flashed, and he gritted his teeth fiercely, this alchemy technique is life cultivation, but the sword cultivator is life-saving, if you don't have this skill when you go out, it is also an extremely dangerous thing. Although cultivating immortals can live forever, the danger in the cultivation world is far beyond that of the world, and fighting with others is even more commonplace, thinking of his own helplessness in Xiaoyue City, Gan Ping has already made up his mind to practice the art of refining, but it is a big deal that he uses less thought in refining weapons, but it is also a good choice to learn that sword technique.

After paying attention, Gan Ping raised his head and looked at Wuyunzi's blazing eyes, and said in a deep voice: "The disciple originally intended to inherit the mantle of Uncle Mo, and he will definitely pass it on in the future, and he will not cut off his Taoism!" "Now that you've made up your mind, let me do it. After speaking, he waved his sleeves, turned around and walked out the door.

Coming to the outside of Mo Yifeng's fire room, Wuyunzi pointed with his hand and said, "Your Uncle Mo is inside, you can go in by yourself." After saying that, he walked back to his Dan room with Huo'er, Gan Ping looked at the back of Wuyunzi who was quite lonely when he left, and his heart moved, it seems that his master still quite minded that others forcibly divided half of his disciples. Thinking of this, Gan Ping felt a little guilty in his heart, and he only thought about his own gains and losses, but he didn't expect to feel like his master after agreeing so quickly.

Turning his head, Gan Ping tidied up the clothes on his body, and found that there was nothing wrong, pushed the door and walked in, and a middle-aged man was cross-legged in front of a huge Dan furnace in the room, it was Mo Yifeng. A dazzling golden light pierced Gan Ping's eyes, making him feel a slight pain in his eyes, and when he looked at Mo Yifeng's mouth, a golden sword light erupted from it, circling and wandering on the surface of his body, turning into a match-like brilliance, crossing a transparent and colorless flame above his head, and turning into two rainbow lights in an instant, entering his nostrils and disappearing, and the cycle was endless.

Gan Ping recognized that the flame was the Nanming Lihuo who showed his divine power yesterday, the formless substance was dedicated to breaking through all evils, and it could refine all things without entering the Five Elements. Gan Ping saw that the sword gang became more condensed and pure every time he was tempered from the fire of Nanming, and secretly marveled at the effect of this strange fire in his heart, and then he suddenly felt a change in the dantian.

Under the inner view, Gan Ping was greatly surprised, and the wisp of the Heavenly Demon Blood God Divine Knife was buzzing and trembling, as if he was afraid of Nanming Lihuo, who restrained all evils in front of him. Gan Ping was secretly surprised in his heart, the wisp of sword in his dantian was domineering and indestructible, and he had never seen it so panicked, which couldn't help but make Gan Ping's heart vigilant. Although in this day the Demon Blood God Knife is nothing to kill the god and destroy the demon, but there is also a thing to restrain it, the Nanming Lihuo in front of him is obviously a kind, Gan Ping secretly warned himself in his heart, he must pay attention to it in the future, this Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife is his own life-saving hole card, and he must not release it at will before the Mahayana in the future, if he encounters such a nemesis as Nanming Lihuo, he will definitely suffer a big loss.

What surprised Gan Ping even more was that the Binghuo Yuangang in the dantian who had already achieved a little success, was different from the blood-red Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife was that the dragon pattern Binghuo Yuangang that turned into a mini dragon was actually eager to try the Nanming Lihuo in front of him, if it wasn't for Gan Ping's vigorous suppression, it would have flown out of its body and went straight to the flame. Gan Ping frowned slightly, thinking of the previous incident of the little dragon devouring the essence of refining the Wu Fire, could it be that this Binghuo Yuan Gang also has the ability to devour and refine this kind of strange fire? Before Gan Ping could find out, Mo Yongfeng, who was not far away in front of him, had already woken up from his meditation.

Mo Yifeng's eyes opened and closed slightly, two sword lights like essence shot out, and the faint coercion made Gan Ping have the urge to bow his head, and he was secretly shocked in his heart, he knew that his senior uncle had just entered the Yuan Shen realm, and his state had not stabilized, and his breath was not stable. But I didn't expect that the slightest aura that emanated from this was almost irresistible, and this Yuan Shen Monk was really extraordinary.

Gan Ping saw that Mo Yongfeng woke up from his meditation, and hurriedly stepped forward to kneel down and salute, just now his master Wuyunzi said that Uncle Mo would pass on the mantle to himself, although he was still in the name of Wuyunzi, but he was already half of Uncle Mo's disciple, and this ceremony could not be abolished. Mo Yifeng looked at the little disciple who knelt down in front of him, even if he was now in a trance for the cultivation of the Yuan Shen Realm, as if he had returned to more than a hundred years ago, he was also such a little boy kneeling in front of him, but it was a pity that later...

"Get up, no need to be polite, in the future, you must not practice under my seat, do not be restrained. Hearing this, Gan Ping got up and stood aside, his eyes drooping slightly, and he didn't dare to look directly at Mo Yifeng's terrifying gaze. Looking at Gan Ping's restrained appearance, Mo Yifeng smiled slightly, raised his hand and threw a piece of soul jade into Gan Ping's arms, "Take it to this is the secret method of refining the weapon of my Yufeng lineage, figure it out for yourself, and I will come to the school tomorrow to test you." Seeing Gan Ping's restraint, Mo Yifeng did not force it, such things cannot be forced.

Looking at Gan Ping in surprise, he was stunned for a while, and then laughed, his junior disciple was really extraordinary, and even teaching his apprentice was unique. Shaking his head and no longer thinking about it, Wuyunzi stretched out his hand, and the lid of the furnace that was rising with medicinal smoke quietly rose, and with the sound of Wuyanzi, the master and apprentice started today's homework.

The two brothers of Wuyunzi and Mo Yongfeng have a very tacit understanding to stagger the time of teaching, every day Gan Ping practices the alchemy technique at Wuyunzi in the morning, and goes to Mo Yongfeng to learn the art of refining weapons in the afternoon and evening, but the swordsmanship that Gan Ping wants to learn Mo Yongfeng does not mention a word, which makes Gan Ping feel a little disappointed in his heart, but he was immediately attracted by the broad and profound alchemy technique. The alchemy technique of Wei Yu Peak and the alchemy of Ming Yunfeng are famous in the sect together, how can it be ordinary? The unique fire control technique passed down from generation to generation in the Tiangong Hall also made Gan Ping intoxicated, and what made Gan Ping most happy was that formation.

The most important thing in the method of refining weapons is the formation depicted in it, in addition to the flame material, this refining talisman needs the foundation of the formation, even alchemy also needs the assistance of the formation, although Wuyunzi also knows some formations, but there is the profundity of refining masters like Mo Yongfeng, and Mo Yongfeng's attainments in the formation are not inferior to the monks of the same realm who specialize in practicing formations in other sects. The few hand formations that Gan Ping had painted under the gourd in Xiaoyue City now seem to be like children's works.