Holding the Cihang Rain Sand in his hand and feeling the beating of the golden beads, Chen Ping looked thoughtful.

These two fourth-level ores are worth 300,000 spirit stones. Feng Tianyu gave them away as he said, but he only wanted to form a good relationship.

But Chen Ping has always believed that there will be no free gifts in the world.

This person must have an ulterior motive, and perhaps he saw something unusual about him.

"Could it be..."

Chen Ping's heart trembled, and then he shook his head decisively.

The magic of the golden beads is definitely not something that a Yuan Dan monk can perceive.

Even if the Ancestor of Transformation God cuts him into pieces right now, he may not be able to find any trace of the Golden Pearl.

After thinking hard to no avail, Chen Ping stopped wasting time and hurried on without saying a word.

Since Feng Tianyu has shown great kindness so far, Chen Ping is happy to accept it all.

You must know that this person is a heaven-grade mutant wind spirit root monk.

Presumably the Wuxiang Formation Sect, which is prosperous in the Immortal Dao, is also a target of key support, and has some probability of being promoted to the Nascent Soul Realm in the future.

And making good friends with a powerful person who may become the Nascent Soul Sect in the future is an opportunity that Chen Ping dreamed of in his previous life.

Naturally, he still needs to remain fully vigilant until he understands this person's true intentions.

…

Exactly one month later.

On a small, quiet, deserted island, a mountain peak more than ten feet high suddenly collapsed amidst roars that echoed across the sky.

In mid-air, a huge vortex of gravel slowly rotated, and violent invisible ripples appeared all around, as if this space was about to be torn apart in the next moment.

Trees fell down in rows, and countless birds and beasts fled. In such an extreme environment, there was a man in green clothes standing in the center of the landslide, walking leisurely with his hands behind his back.

Suddenly, a fragment of the mountain the size of a palace flew quickly and hit the man's direction hard.

At the critical moment, this person did not dodge, and a layer of eye-warming silver light covered the top and bottom of his skin.

"boom!"

The million-kilogram mountain suddenly shattered into tens of millions, turning into a rain of sand that spread all over the sky.

The man in green clothes took time to spread the dust. As the initiator of the mountain collapse, Chen Ping was well aware of this sudden attack.

"It is recorded in ancient books that Yuan Dan body cultivation can collapse mountains and split seas with bare hands. It is indeed not an exaggeration."

There was a hint of excitement in Chen Ping's eyes.

More than half a month ago, after sacrificing two grains of Cihang Rain Sand, he obtained two Eyes of Seven Souls and Seven Souls from the golden bead space as expected.

One orange and one yellow.

After chewing it and swallowing it, the physical cultivation realm that was originally at the peak of foundation building broke through the bottleneck and officially entered the third realm.

If according to common sense, if the cultivation level of physical cultivation breaks through the realm, it will also cause disasters such as thunder and lightning.

But Chen Ping majored in Xuanmen Kung Fu, and his body-refining skills were nothing more than side tricks, like puppetry and alchemy.

Only monks who specialize in physical training will be judged as true physical practitioners and trigger the rules to bring about heavenly calamity.

It is worth mentioning that no matter whether it is physical practice or legal practice, you can only choose one major practice.

This is because the meridians that run the main cultivation method are the origin meridians in the human body.

The Origin Vein is unique and innate and unchangeable.

If two completely different types of magic power flow within the Origin Vein, they will definitely destroy the Taoist foundation and cut off the path to immortality without exception.

This is a lesson passed down by some pioneering ancestors over tens of thousands of years.

In fact, there is a kind of treasure-level spiritual material from heaven and earth in the world of cultivation, which can reverse the rules and open up a second origin vein in the human body.

In this way, monks can practice two major skills at the same time.

But with Chen Ping's knowledge, he didn't know the existence of this thing at the moment.

It is precisely because of the limitations of the origin channel that it is difficult to advance both Dharma cultivation and physical cultivation at the same time.

If you major in Xuanmen Kung Fu, you won't be able to practice Physical Cultivation Kung Fu.

Therefore, Chen Ping's physical cultivation realm is just a superficial name, which only means that his physical strength is equivalent to a low-grade defensive weapon.

As for the various core magical powers of physical training, Chen Ping was unable to master and display them. Even if he found a physical training method in the future, the result would be the same.

However, he was extremely satisfied with his physical condition.

A low-grade defensive weapon that can walk flexibly will give enemies in the later stages of Yuan Dan a headache.

Of course, Chen Ping's physical defense cannot be used frequently.

After all, for monks who specialize in physical training, blood essence and blood can be automatically produced through the circulation of meridians.

However, the essence and blood of Dharma cultivators can almost only be supplemented by taking Tiancai Dibao, which is undoubtedly particularly precious.

Just like just now, he smashed the mountain with one punch, consuming three drops of blood essence.

If you keep fighting against a strong enemy with your body, you will most likely lose too much blood and essence during the fight, and you will die.

Fortunately, Chen Ping had been promoted to Yuan Dan before and relied on two Eyes of Seven Souls and Seven Souls to replenish twenty drops of blood essence. Currently, the number of essence blood stored in his meridians is as many as 400 drops, so he does not have to worry about falling into the dilemma of insufficient blood essence for the time being.

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As soon as his thoughts changed, Chen Ping opened the sword box with his spiritual thoughts, and the Five Elements Pure Yang Sword whizzed past and floated in front of him.

Compared with a month ago, the aura of this sword has more than doubled, and it seems that a qualitative change has occurred.

Yes, after absorbing the mysterious silk metaphors attached to the two Giant Spirit Royal Eyes, the Pure Yang Sword was easily promoted to a low-grade Taoist weapon.

Then, Chen Ping added the Huangyue Ancient Forbidden Refined by Ban Tiande into the Chunyang Sword, which significantly strengthened the sword's weak point, the hardness attribute.

To put it bluntly, although the Chunyang Sword is a low-grade Taoist weapon, it can definitely compete with ordinary high-grade Taoist weapons.

"The Mysterious Silk Dharma in the golden bead space is completely different from the one that descended after I survived the triple thunder tribulation."

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of deep thought.

The mysterious silk metaphors descended by the rules of heaven and earth are integrated with the monk's numerology, and it is extremely difficult for others to use them except yourself.

The mysterious silk dharma metaphor that passes through the eyes of the seven souls and seven souls is like a blank jade slip, and it seems that anyone can engrave information on it.

"Could it be the power of rules derived from the golden beads themselves?"

Chen Ping was suddenly startled by a guess that suddenly appeared in his mind, and he quickly gave up this terrible idea.

Anything involving rules, even just the tip of the iceberg, was not suitable for him as a Yuandan monk to come into contact with, so it was best not to even think about it.

When the realm reaches that point, the answer to the mystery will naturally be solved.

"I don't know what kind of title others will give me when I break into the golden elixir."

Withdrawing the Pure Yang Sword, a strange smile appeared on Chen Ping's face.

In just over a month, the consumption of two fourth-level ores made his strength leap forward several steps, enough to compete head-on with the late Yuan Dan who came from a large sect.

As a result, he became more determined to become a collector of high-level ores.

However, there are some deeply hidden risks in this move.

After all, he is clearly a puppet master.

Collecting high-level ores in the cultivation world will become very strange as time goes by.

In order to avoid the attention of interested people, Chen Ping decided to spend some energy and resources to improve his weapon refining skills to make his actions seem reasonable.

Moreover, if you can control a well-known weapon-refining force, it will be even more icing on the cake.

For safety reasons, Chen Ping of the Yehuo Alliance was determined to accept it.

Standing on the edge of the cliff on the desert island, Chen Ping looked around. After determining the direction of Bazhu Island, he launched a large spiritual boat and sailed towards the depths of the sea.

More than ten hours passed in the blink of an eye, and at noon the next day, a fiery red island came into view.

Recalling the spirit boat, Chen Ping stretched out his hand and waved it on his face, restoring his true appearance.

"Hey, it's quite lively. Is the Fire Alliance holding a grand event by chance?"

Spreading his consciousness and scanning around Bazhu Island, Chen Ping touched his chin, took up the Escape Light and rushed down.

…

Outside the five-story, beautiful hall where the Yehuo Alliance is stationed, there are two rows of neatly guarded guards. The leader is a monk in the early stages of foundation building.

On the top of the spacious hall, there is a red sun with a radius of several feet. It shines brightly and its radius of ten miles is like eternal daylight.

This object is the low-grade Taoist artifact that the Yehuo Alliance is proud of, the Sun of Earth Fire.

On the third floor of the main hall, the seats around were crowded, with more than a thousand monks gathered here.

Most of them are Qi-training monks, and there are as many as fifty or sixty Foundation-building monks.

About half of the mezzanine boxes adjacent to the fourth floor were lit up.
To be continued...