Chapter 317 A cloud-piercing arrow meets thousands of troops
An Pingsheng secretly made up his mind in his heart that he would never leave the valley until he learned martial arts. Although he had gained a lot of insights into marksmanship and had begun to practice earth-level marksmanship, he still seemed extremely immature.
In front of everyone with real marksmanship, it can be said that An Pingsheng's marksmanship is still very superficial and rough, and cannot be said to be exquisite.
Anyway, he came here to learn martial arts, and he didn't want to use evolution points to pile up martial arts and master them in one go. It was better to keep the evolution points as a trump card.
After this period of accumulation, there were tens of thousands more evolutionary points, but An Ping was still reluctant to squander it all his life.
I have been staying here all this time, just learning to shoot and practicing at the same time, and thinking of ways to see if I can solve the hidden dangers of the Kong family.
He also needed to find a way to resolve it as quickly as possible, especially since Fu Pengtao also knew his identity as a demon clan.
These are, after all, a big trouble, and I'm afraid it will affect the next Fuxian Conference.
Therefore, no matter what, solving the threat posed by the Kong family is an urgent matter and must not be ignored.
Wait, all kinds of problems were piling up on him, leaving him no time to sort them out in detail.
During this period of time, he planned not to go anywhere, but to stay in the valley with peace of mind, concentrating on integrating everything he had learned. At that time, perhaps, his overall strength would be greatly improved.
After pondering for a moment and deciding on some plans for the future, An Pingsheng sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and quickly focused on the purple royal lines on his forehead.
The outbreak of Wang Wen this time made An Pingsheng regain great interest in exploring his own innate magical powers, and he even saw the powerful abilities of magical powers.
Now, just two purple-armored warriors possess a powerful combat power that is not inferior to any Qi-training monks and is almost close to that of an Alchemy monk.
If he waits until all the other fighting spirits turn purple and turn into purple-armored warriors, doesn't it mean that as long as he has a thought, thousands of powerful fighting spirits can charge into battle for him.
Facing the enemy, you can simply fight in groups.
Think about it, the people who were your equals suddenly unleashed thousands of terrifying purple-faced men. The scene was so shocking. It’s hard to believe that people with a slightly weaker mentality would collapse on the spot.
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One person can withstand thousands of troops. This innate magical power is a 'big killer' that can turn the world around.
To put it mildly, it is simply a must-have for the sixth generation.
Why fight alone when you can fight in a group?
Within the King's Wen, hundreds of ghosts were still lifeless in the soul storage pool. An Pingsheng had tried his best to eliminate the very low-strength souls, turning them into pool water to feed the ghosts.
However, what disappointed him was that with so much soul water, the speed of creating a purple-armored warrior was still extremely slow. The mysterious power in the soul storage pool entered the body of the ghost like a drip. I really don't know how many years and months it will take to condense it.
The third purple-armored warrior appears.
"Sure enough, there is really no shortcut in this world. There were two purple-armored warriors before. It may be that at the critical moment of life and death, the power and hidden potential accumulated in the past were stimulated, and they were able to reach such a point."
An Ping has always been disappointed. After all, such a powerful ability requires time to be polished, which is an indescribable torment for everyone.
The bitterness is unavoidable, but I also guessed that maybe my accumulation is still too little, and there is no way to produce purple-armored warriors on a large scale.
"Forget it, if you are in danger, and it really comes to a life or death moment, even if it cannot be used as the strongest means, it can still be used as a trump card to make a comeback in a life or death situation."
Thinking secretly, after trying many methods but unable to speed up the transformation speed of the purple-armored warrior, he could only put it aside temporarily.
Silently, he began to transport the demonic power, draw the demonic power out of the sea of qi, circulate it throughout his body, and nourish his physical body with the demonic power.
Once his mind was opened, An Pingsheng's demonic power seemed to be inexhaustible, so he simply used it to temper his body.
Standing still is what An Ping pursues throughout his life.
Slowly, my mind calmed down and I gradually became immersed in cultivation.
Every breath and every breath becomes quite rhythmic, with a strange rhyme.
It was night at this time, and although there were dark clouds in the sky, covering up the moonlight, the moonlight was only blocked, and the essence of the moonlight was still shining on everything in the world as usual.
And the stars in the sky also scatter their light without hesitation.
Dots of silvery white and faint blue light spots, like fireflies, gathered around An Pingsheng from all directions. At the same time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth also followed. These three powers followed the pores and meridians of the whole body,
Pour it into his body.
As the exercises are running and refining in the body.
This scene of absorbing the essence of the sun and moon is naturally impossible to avoid the attention of the Zhao family. You must know that ordinary immortal cultivators absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, which contains the power of the five elements.
After all, most of the spiritual root attributes in the human body are the attributes of the five elements.
It's not that the essence of the sun and moon cannot be absorbed, it's just that such techniques are not only rare, but each one is a supreme treasure. Moreover, practicing it requires extremely harsh conditions.
Now, the essence of the sun and moon is actually gathering in Xiang Anpingsheng's bamboo building. How could it not attract the attention of the Zhao family?
"As expected, this An Bohu is no ordinary person. He can absorb the essence of the moonlight. I remember that only the Qianzong Sect's "Hundred Refining Zombie God Records" and the Yuchan Palace, which is composed entirely of women,
There are many other "Peach Blossom Moon Girl Heart Sutra", but every one of these exercises is extremely precious and a treasure book for the sect. I don't know which one he learned."
Zhao Xuan pondered secretly.
"Amber Hu, what kind of person are you? Why do I feel like I want to get close to you when I see you? This is something I have never felt before."
In a pavilion, Zhao Xinlan also looked in the direction where An Pingsheng lived, muttering to herself, looking a little lost in thought and in a trance.
Yin and Yang restrain each other, but they also cherish each other.
During the day, An Ping always used a masculine force to cover up his demonic aura, giving people the impression of being righteous and righteous.
In addition, Zhao Xinlan was born with a special physique, and she was much more sensitive than the average person. She could naturally feel...
Tonight, it seemed that quite a few people could not sleep. Even Fu Pengtao, after escaping back to the small valley, looked gloomy, his eyes became filled with uncertainty, and he was thinking secretly.
The sight of hundreds of purple-faced men appearing in An Pingsheng's move really scared him, and it was quite scary.
Left and right are men!
Now that I think about it, I feel the urge to run away. I keep cursing in my heart, how could there be such a monster in this world.
A monster who is clearly a member of the qi cultivating class is actually able to summon so many weird things. Even those who call him a monster underestimate him.
Now Fu Pengtao is still debating whether to report it back, but if anyone finds out, he, a dignified alchemy monk, was beaten away by a Qi-training demon.
Where does he put his face?
Thinking about it this way, Fu Pengtao will completely lose sleep tonight...