Han Feiyu didn't say anything about his past, and He Ping didn't ask. However, from Han Feiyu's expression, He Ping saw deep sadness and monstrous hatred.

It seems that Han Feiyu is also a person with a story. Like what is written in those novels, is every traverser sad and full of endless regrets?

The similar experience made the two resonate a little, and there was some sympathy.

"Senior Brother He, I believe that one day in the future, you will definitely stand on the top of this world!"

Han Feiyu could see that He Ping was strong-willed and diligent in cultivation, and he admired He Ping a lot.

He Ping scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "Don't hide it from senior brother, junior brother also has some ambitions, but the spiritual root is not good, and he is a little unlucky!"

Who doesn't want to stand on top of the world? In He Ping's heart, he has always had a wish, that is, to return to the earth again and see his family. Even if you can't spend time with them, at least know how they're doing. To fulfill this wish, there is no other way than to cultivate hard and allow yourself to tear apart the void.

"May I ask what kind of spiritual roots are the junior disciples?" Han Feiyu asked.

He Ping became more and more embarrassed: "The most garbage six-system spirit root!"

"It's the sixth series!"

To He Ping's surprise, Han Feiyu not only did not show a mocking look, but was extremely solemn.

"Because of the spiritual root, the little brother has been ridiculed a lot!" He Ping smiled bitterly.

"How do they know the benefits of the six-line spiritual root?" Han Feiyu's expression was still so serious, "Senior brother, have you heard of the spiritual root balance?"

What's going on with the Spiritual Root Balance? He Ping heard of it for the first time.

"The advantages of the spiritual root balance are more obvious in the later stages. To a certain extent, it even has to be completed by the spiritual root!"

This is the first time He Ping has heard of it, in his impression, of course, the purer the spiritual root, the better, because the cultivators of the single-line spiritual root, the spiritual power that they cultivate, the improvement of cultivation is the most obvious, everyone cultivates, isn't it just for the early success of the avenue?

"Dare to ask Senior Brother Han, then why does everyone call the six-line spirit root a garbage spirit root?"

"If you talk about the cultivation speed alone, of course, the single spiritual root is the best, but the disadvantages also exist, and when you reach a certain level of cultivation, the spiritual root must be replenished, otherwise, there will be no more progress. The six-line spiritual root is regarded as a garbage spiritual root here, perhaps because there are no cultivators of that level here. ”

Han Feiyu seemed to be stuck in memory.

He Ping was a little speechless, Han Feiyu's tone was so loud, he actually said that there was no such powerhouse here. The strongest person He Ping knew was the highest in the Transformation Period, could it be that the strong person Han Feiyu said was even more powerful than the Transformation Stage? Because the theory of the spiritual root being replenished had not been heard of in the predecessors of the Transformation Stage.

What kind of level is that? Han Feiyu didn't pay attention to the pills in the pill stage, could it be that he once had an earth-shattering cultivation?

"Although the cultivation speed of the six-line spiritual root is very slow, when cultivating, it is rare to encounter bottlenecks, this is the advantage of the spiritual root balance!"

It seems that this is really the case, it is said that there is a bottleneck between the early, middle and late stages of Qi training, but He Ping does not feel it at all.

Seeing Han Feiyu away, He Ping remembered his former life. Once upon a time, he was also a scholar, and it was Li Ling's appearance that changed the trajectory of his life. Maybe without her, He Ping's life would have gone in a different direction.

Li Ling's appearance and disappearance are all strange, as if deliberately changing He Ping's future.

After one round of eliminations, the second round begins quickly. He Ping's opponent in this round was a young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes and a handsome face. The young man held a spear in his hand and stood opposite He Ping.

In the middle of the formation, the two found themselves in the middle of a desert, with hot winds blowing around them.

Grains of sand flutter like puffs of smoke and dust on the sand.

"Liao heard that Senior Brother He is very strong, and he wants to ask for advice!"

The handsome young man swung his spear, the tip of the spear was straight, and the spiritual power in his hand was injected into the body of the spear. The white barrel of the gun began to glow a pale red, and with a whirl, a small flame ignited on the tip of the gun.

The young man also practiced the seventh layer of qi, perhaps because of He Ping's performance in the secret realm, and he insisted on calling He Ping a senior brother.

"Senior brother has won the prize!"

He Ping took out the sword and secretly played a few tricks to add layers of protection to himself.

"Senior Brother He doesn't have to be too humble, if he can defeat Zhang Jinlong, he is naturally not an ordinary person!

After the handsome young man finished speaking, the spear was raised, and with a slight shake, several spear heads appeared in the air. With a whoosh, these spear heads shot like sharp arrows in front of He Ping.

He Ping turned his wrist, and the sword drew a circle.

There was a chaotic clanging sound, and the head of the gun was crushed, turning into a little white light.

"Flame guns!"

The handsome young man roared, and the spear stabbed out

At this moment, the spear burst out with billowing flames, turning into a real flame spear. Before the spears arrived, a monstrous heat wave rolled in.

He Ping had already comprehended the third level of the god and demon forging body, which could withstand the power of flame calcination, and such a level of flame power would naturally not affect it. On his side, the long sword swung out, and with a click, it slammed into the barrel of the gun, and his body retreated backwards.

The handsome young man's body turned, the head of the gun shook again, and he shouted: "Turning into a beast"

The flames on the spear poured forward, gathering together. This flame was pulled by an invisible force, and it turned into a flaming giant tiger.

The Flame Giant Tiger stepped on the ground with both feet, and the tiger's head was raised, letting out a long roar that shook the sky. The giant tiger jumped suddenly, its body soared into the air, and jumped on top of He Ping's head.

The giant tiger raised its giant claws, snorted, and slapped it on the head at He Ping.

He Ping swung his fist to meet the attack, his fists and claws collided, and with a bang, flames splashed.

He Ping's sword stabbed out, straight to the belly of the Flame Giant Tiger.

With a wave of the Flame Giant Tiger's giant claws, it blocked He Ping's long sword.

The handsome young man's face was solemn, and he silently recited the mantra, and a whirlwind of flames suddenly appeared in front of him.

The power of the surrounding flames was gathered together and gradually compressed in the whirlwind. As he unleashed one spell after another, more and more of the power of the flames was condensed and compressed.

The whirlwind of flames spun faster and faster, brighter and brighter, and finally turned into a shiny cone, like a red gem, dripping and spinning.

The handsome young man pinched the magic trick, and the sharp cone was aimed at He Ping. The young man held his hands into a ball, pushed it out gently, and with a whoosh, the sharp cone made a piercing sound of breaking the air, and went straight to He Ping.

Although He Ping has been fighting with the giant tiger, he has long seen the situation here.

Don't look at the size of the cone, and you can't see any power, but it is definitely extraordinary, just look at the performance of the handsome young man just now.

He Ping didn't dare to take it hard, and was trying to dodge. The giant tiger seemed to know that it had reached the critical point, attacking more fiercely and entangled more tightly.

The giant tiger roared, and its claws pressed against He Ping's shoulders, opening its huge mouth, and biting He Ping's head.

He Ping could only punch the giant tiger's mouth, throw away the long sword with his other hand, grab the giant tiger's forelimbs, and turn his body to block the giant tiger in front of him.

The imaginary huge collision did not happen, and with a snap, the giant tiger in front of him suddenly broke like glass.

He Ping didn't have time to dodge, so he had to retract his arms and block in front of him.

Boom –

A huge force slammed into his arms, and with a piercing pain, He Ping was knocked into the air.

The red spike was spinning rapidly, and the flesh on He Ping's arm was charred black like charcoal.

He Ping ran the body refining technique, and a thunderbolt power condensed on his arms, which could withstand the red sharp cone.

"Boom!"

The handsome young man burst out, and the sharp cone suddenly burst, the fire was raging, and the sand and dust were everywhere.

He Ping was like a cannonball, embedded in the fine sand, stirring up the sand and dust in the sky.

The young man's face was gloomy, just now, the whirlwind cone spell hit the giant tiger turned into the wind breaking gun, and with a few continuous light clicks, cracks appeared on the barrel of the wind breaking gun, and then broke into several pieces. With a thud, the tip of the blaster was stuck diagonally into the sand, and several barrels rolled into the sand.

The crystal fire is really amazingly powerful, and he actually destroyed a top-grade magic weapon in one fell swoop, and it was not in vain that he spent tens of thousands of contribution points!

To be honest, the wind breaker was destroyed, and the handsome young man was a little distressed, but if he could defeat He Ping, break into the top ten, and thus become an inner disciple, the price would be worth it.

According to his observation, although He Ping's cultivation is not high, his strength is very strong, and he should be the favorite in the top ten, if he can defeat He Ping, he is one step closer to the goal of the top ten.

However, what puzzled the handsome young man was, why hadn't the formation been withdrawn yet? Could it be that He Ping still had the strength to fight?

The sun is blazing, and the wind is gusting.

In a huge sand pit, a patch of yellow sand slowly bulged, and grains of yellow sand slowly slid down in all directions.

Suddenly, a pitch-black arm stretched out from the yellow sand. On the arm, horrific wounds crisscrossed each other, and pieces of flesh fell off, revealing Sensen's white bones.

With his arm pressed against the sand, a charred man pushed aside the yellow sand and sat up slowly.

The handsome young man was taken aback, he could sit up like this, is this guy a demon? Before he could attack again, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

"Now it's my turn!"

He Ping gritted his teeth, spit out a few words, his fingers moved forward, a green shadow flew out, and five vines suddenly burst out from the young man's feet, twisting wildly, and wrapped around the young man's ankle.

The young man was not in a hurry, the fire spell happened to be a little restrained against the wood spell, not to mention that in this scorching desert, a flame flew out and ignited the vines one by one.

The vines trembled in the flames, like scorched snakes. In a matter of moments, vines were burned and fell to the ground, turning to ashes in the flames.

He Ping continued to pinch the spell, and five more vines came out of the sand and wrapped around the handsome young man.

The handsome young man sneered secretly, such an attack would not pose a threat to him at all, how many there were, how much he could burn.

He Ping didn't seem to understand this truth, his arms kept waving, vines grew one after another, vines were ignited, and after a while, black ashes fell around the young man.

He Ping finally stopped summoning vines, the corners of his mouth raised, and a sly smile appeared in his eyes. The handsome young man suddenly had a bad feeling.