Wang Ping'an felt that in order to increase the sales of mutated fruits, it was necessary to improve the quality, and it would be good if each fruit could also make the eater have an ability.

However, this does not seem realistic.

The quality of the wild mutated spirit fruit should be formulated by the Heavenly Dao, and there is really no comparison between the artificially cultivated spirit fruit of oneself.

After carefully taking stock of the system warehouse, there are only two boxes of Shennong mineral water, even if all these Shennong mineral water are poured on a fruit tree, it may not make the fruit have a magical change.

Unless the system opens its eyes, it will send itself some higher quality immortal liquid elixir.

But the system's attitude of not moving for half a day made him feel that this kind of good thing would not fall on his head at all.

Alas, it's better to practice honestly.

Wang Ping'an thought about it for a long time, but he didn't think of a solution, so he was depressed and bored to find a futon and sit in the open space in the courtyard to practice.

The current orchard is extremely abundant in spiritual energy, and it is not afraid of being depleted due to crazy absorption.

The first revival of the aura really made the creatures of the whole world feel the surge of the aura.

Close your eyes, concentrate your mind, and cultivate.

The primordial god flew out of the flesh and formed the same handprint in mid-air, absorbing the aura and strengthening the divine soul.

The bronze lamp at the higher place was originally unknown and listless, but when he saw that his master Wang Ping'an had also cultivated, a brighter light suddenly appeared, enveloping his body and soul at the same time.

An extremely cool light slowly moisturized Wang Ping'an's body and soul.

The speed at which Wang Ping'an absorbed the aura was like a whirlpool, which was extremely terrifying, but at this time, a buff was added by the bronze lamp, and the speed of absorbing the aura was even more terrifying.

Like a high-powered range hood, the aura is sucked into his body and soul at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

Some thin souls, like animated gradient frames, become condensed at an extremely conspicuous speed, and the clothes on the souls are also clearly visible, and the souls are like real people.

Wang Ping'an, who was already in the middle stage of contemplation, was quietly promoted to the late stage of concentrating at this time, so the vortex of absorbing aura on his body was even greater.

The aura of the entire orchard was stirred by him, and the aura of the entire Wangjing Village, as well as the aura in the surrounding mountains, converged into a giant dragon and was forcibly sucked by him.

Wang Ping'an was immersed in a state of cultivation, not paying attention to the changes in the surrounding environment.

And those people who were also in the small courtyard of the villa silently stopped cultivating, because since Wang Ping'an cultivated, they couldn't absorb the aura.

Then he sat on the stone steps at the door, sat in a row, neatly and neatly, without any words, and quietly watched Wang Ping'an cultivate.

This situation has happened many times, as long as Wang Ping'an cultivates, there is basically nothing to do with them.

I thought that now that there is enough aura, everyone can cultivate together, but the result is still the same.

Even if there is a bronze lamp, it is useless.

At this time, they also saw the differential treatment of the bronze lamp, except for scolding and licking the dog...... Well, outside of licking the lamp, there's nothing to be done.

Keep sucking and cultivating until there is a special feeling of fullness, Wang Ping'an's body and soul began to glow at the same time, with a faint layer of golden light.

He knew that piercing this last layer of diaphragm was another great realm.

However, at this level, he actually felt the suppression of the Heavenly Dao.

This means that his current realm, under the current concentration of aura, has reached the peak and can no longer be promoted.

To put it another way, he is now the top batch of masters in the world, and there is no way to ascend, and the way of heaven does not allow him to be promoted again.

"Lao Tzu is at the full level, I'm too diligent, right?" Wang Ping'an muttered in his heart, his soul returned to his body, and slowly opened his eyes.

The peak of the concentrating period is only one step away from the Jindan period.

"Hey, I'll just say, as long as the aura is enough, the realm is not a problem at all, and there will be no threshold at all, but I never expected that there is no threshold for myself, but there are restrictions on the way of heaven. ”

Wang Ping'an thought about this in his heart, and had already stood up from the futon.

Seeing the neat row of people sitting on the stone steps at the door, I was a little surprised: "Hey, you don't cultivate, you don't sleep, what are you doing sitting here?"

"Look at your cultivation, otherwise what else can you do? Once you cultivate, none of us will be able to cultivate. Sister Wang Fengxi pouted and said.

"I won't be cultivating for the time being, and I won't be cultivating for a while now, so you can continue. Wang Ping'an waved his hand, yawned, and prepared to go back to the house to sleep.

Glancing at the stars in the sky, it is estimated that it is almost dawn, and if you don't sleep, you won't have a chance to sleep tonight.

Staying up late to cultivate immortals, after all, it is too hard and hurts the body.

There is a chance to sleep, and who doesn't?

Just like Xu Qing and Gu Qingcheng, when they heard that Wang Ping'an was going to sleep, they quietly followed, preparing to sleep with him.

The bronze lamp found that the master was gone, and the light dimmed instantly, from forty watts of brightness to ten watts of brightness.

The people who stayed to continue their cultivation glared at the bronze lamp and silently worked hard to cultivate.

The effect of the bronze lamp, they can figure it out, meditation is the basic function, and the most important thing is that it can make the cultivator have an indomitable confidence in cultivation.

Just like Wang Ping'an.

Although it is a hundred times worse than Wang Ping'an's speed of absorbing spiritual energy, the meaning of not being afraid of going mad is the same.

The next day, even before Wang Ping'an got up from bed, he felt the hustle and bustle outside.

Today's Wangjing Village is very lively, and hundreds of cultivators suddenly poured in, and those who were lucky had already booked a room at the Huaxi Hotel, and those who were unlucky had found a homestay in the villagers' homes early.

The worst group of latecomers can only meditate in the open air or set up tents.

The discovery of the magic weapon in the mountains near Wangjing Village has spread throughout the country and even the whole world after a night of fermentation.

Among this group of cultivators, there were even a few Neon Nation people, as well as a few Western scholars who didn't know what country, holding cameras in their hands, pretending to be ordinary tourists.

However, the power that emerged from them had already exposed the essence of the cultivators.

After Wang Ping'an finished breakfast, he sat on the roof of his house and tasted tea, and occasionally looked around at the road outside the orchard after looking at it for a long time, where it was like a 5A-level scenic spot in the Golden Tourism Week, with people coming and going, and the river was endless.

Luxury cars, like shared bicycles that don't cost money, drill into this poor countryside.

Standing behind Wang Ping'an, Xu Qing, who had been pinching his shoulders for him, said puzzledly: "The world's enthusiasm for magic weapons is too strong, right?

The bronze lamp, which floated in the air and silently absorbed the sun's energy, trembled slightly, indicating that he was lying down again.