Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 102 Grandpa, you actually peeked at me【Ask for a monthly ticket! 】

Yan Ping turned a deaf ear.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

Ten drops of blood exploded, turning into a blood-golden mist that enveloped the body of the thousand-foot-high dragon.

At that moment, the thousand-foot dragon seemed to be thrown into a large eel in a magma pool, and its flesh and blood gradually melted away, rolling, struggling, and screaming.

The scream of the magic dragon lasted for a full stick of incense, and it disappeared after a stick of incense.

The dragon dies and disappears.

A piece of crystal reverse scale bone was left behind.

The reverse scale bone of the real dragon should be a great tonic to the ink jiao, which can make the ink jiao grow rapidly.

Yan Ping took out the demon-raising gourd.

After more than four years of cultivation of Yan Ping's awe-inspiring energy, the size of the ink dragons in the Yaoyang gourd has grown from two or three feet to three or four feet.

Now with this reverse scale bone, the growth rate of the Mojiao group will definitely be faster, and it should not be a problem to be promoted to the ninth level of monsters within ten years.

Throwing the Ni scale bone into the gourd, all the Mo Jiaos who were sleeping, fighting and frolicking, or swimming around raised their heads.

"Dragon bone, such a strong breath of dragon essence, was it thrown in by the master?"

"Are you stupid, not the master, who else?"

"You are stupid, I affirm this with doubts."

"It's so comfortable, this dragon energy aura is comparable to the master's grandeur aura."

An ink dragon rolled comfortably in the water.

"You are wrong, this keel has a stronger effect on us than the master's awe-inspiring spirit. With this keel, our growth rate will be faster."

"This is a reverse scale bone of a Nascent Soul True Dragon. The dragon essence inside is extremely pure. You absorb it well. The first ten ninth-level monsters are perfect. I will accept him as a true disciple after the transformation."

Yan Ping's voice resounded in the demon-raising gourd, this sentence was like a bomb that knocked out the Mo Jiao group.

True disciple!

The disciples accepted by the master are all registered disciples. Once they reach the level of nine monsters and are among the top ten, they can be accepted as true disciples by the master. This treatment is really great.

"Sanqi, don't come to play with me from now on, I want to practice hard, and I must become the master's true disciple."

Sanqi rolled his eyes: "Sanba, you've always come to play with me on your own initiative, okay?"

"It's not important, the important thing is that I have to practice hard."

"Hehe, if you can practice hard, everyone will be able to transform into form immediately."

"You two are so noisy, get out of here, and don't bother me to talk about Long Yuan."

"Brother, although you are old, your aptitude is too poor. Don't even think about being a true disciple."

"Second brother, we are all the same, and your aptitude is not much better."

"Painful work never fails, this master's famous saying is for all brothers and sisters. Just practice hard, and leave the rest to destiny!"

Put away the demon-raising gourd, Yan Ping Yujian left the gang wind layer.

"Huai'an, that friend of yours may have to sacrifice his life to kill that dragon!"

The old man raised his head and looked at the sky in a daze.

Before the magic dragon became a demon, it was also a genus of a real dragon, and it was of a higher level. If a literary champion with suet jade and gallantry wanted to kill the magic dragon, he would have to fight with his life to have a chance.

Ji Huaishu was silent, not knowing how to answer his uncle's words.

He glanced at the three mutton fat jade swords in his hand, and his thoughts were flying. It seemed that the scene of the two meeting at the junction of Jishui and Luohe, and then fighting against the ghost king and evil corpse together appeared in front of him.

"Brother Ji, you accept these three flying swords."

"Brother Yan, this is too expensive, please forgive me for not accepting it."

"It's not for you, but for your temporary use. There are still three months to go to the Great River Dynasty. I don't know what dangers will be encountered on the way. Now that you have lost troops and generals, how can you not increase your killing power?"

"Actually, the best way is for me to go with you. Unfortunately, I have other important matters."

"Then send these three mutton fat jade flying swords to me temporarily."

"Send it to your place temporarily, and don't die, buy me a drink next time we meet again."

Ji Huaishu caressed the three small mutton fat jade swords in his palm, and sighed: "Brother Yan, we agreed to invite you to drink next time we meet again. It seems that there is no chance."

"Brother Ji, why don't you have a chance?"

A magnetic and gentle man's voice sounded, Ji Huaishu turned his head, overjoyed, "Brother Yan, it's great that you're fine."

Yan Ping smiled and said, "Why, you still hope that something will happen to me!"

Ji Huaishu said: "That's not what I meant, I thought you and that dragon..."

Yan Ping said: "Go to the underworld together? Hey, I'm not interested in doing this kind of thing with a male dragon. Besides, this world is so beautiful, how can I be willing to die."

"Brother Yan, you beat that magic dragon away?"

Yan Ping shook his head and said: "The magic dragon has given its head, let's go, let's find a place to have a drink, please invite me."

"Lian'er is going too."

A little girl in white ran over with short legs and jumped into Yan Ping's arms.

Ji Huai looked at the little girl carved in pink and jade, and said in shock: "Brother Yan, is this your daughter? Your daughter is already this old!"

"Ah, this is the student I accepted."

Yan Ping thought for a while, and then added: "You can say it's my daughter."

Lian'er in Yan Ping's arms smiled and grinned.

Hee hee, haha, I'm so happy that my husband admits that Lian Er is his daughter.

Lian'er jumped to the ground, bowed and said: "Lian'er has seen two seniors."

"Lian'er, hello."

Ji Huaishu returned the gift, and when the little girl bowed to him, there was a sudden pressure in the void, his heart shivered, and he hurriedly returned the gift.

He, a literary champion with white jade and gallantry, can't bear the salute of a little girl?

What's the origin of this girl doll?

Ji Huaishu was surprised, and couldn't help but transmit the voice: "Master, this girl..."

Kang Youning: "Special, very special."

Kang Youning's realm is high, but he didn't feel the pressure, but he felt that the little girl in front of him was very special, and people couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy. This was the first time he had experienced this feeling in his hundreds of years of practice.

He ran the Dharma Eye, wanting to look more carefully.

Gold, dazzling gold.

Such a rich golden literary movement may not necessarily be seen in the great Confucianism.

Is this girl the reincarnation of a sage?

Kang Youning narrowed his eyes slightly, and now he could see more clearly, a golden lotus was swaying in the rich golden fortune, and a little girl on the golden lotus danced happily, laughing loudly.

Lian'er felt something in her heart, and took a look at Kang Youning, "Grandpa, you actually peeked at me. My husband said, don't look at evil. Grandpa, you are not very good."

Kang Youning showed surprise, and said, "You, your little girl is Wenyun Jinlian."

What, the little girl in front of me is a golden lotus of Wenyun!
Ji Huaishu was equally astonished, the Wenyun Golden Lotus is rare in the world, even the Jixia Academy in Jiuzhou may not have the Wenyun Golden Lotus that has cultivated into a human body.

Lian'er put on a small face, and said: "Grandpa, I am Wenyun Jinlian but I am not Wenyun Jinlian, I have a name, my name is Liu Shuzhuang, and my nickname is Lian'er."

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