Ying Tiandiao's eyes showed a confused look, shook his head and replied, "I don't know about this, I also asked Master later." What is in that wisp of the 'Tao of Time'? Why do you want to accept great virtue as a disciple, but unfortunately the master and his old man are silent, just saying that everything has a destiny and everything is a creation. Later, I was not interested in pursuing it. ”

Kunpeng asked casually and did not delve further. Instead, he remembered the Rebellion Source Qi Flower, so he asked, "Uncle Shi, there are so many Creation Crystals in your dojo, so is there any Creation Red Crystal Essence?" Not long ago, I happened to get a Rebellion Source Qi Flower and wanted to find the Creation Red Crystal Essence to refine the Reverse Life Source Qi Pill. After all, I'm so talented, hey!"

Obviously, Ying Tiandiao could also see that Kunpeng's talent was indeed rotten, and it happened that the red crystal essence of creation was also available to him, so he replied happily: "I have it, if you want it, will it be enough for you to give you a hundred catties?"

"Hey, uncle, you are really a veritable king of the mountain, hundreds of pounds at every turn. Enough is enough. But I haven't studied alchemy, this material is available, what should I do with alchemy?" Kunpeng was not happy yet, and thought that he couldn't find anyone to help him with this alchemy.

Ying Tiandiao scratched his head, and was also a little embarrassed. After all, it's a demon beast, what kind of Laoshzi pill will be refined there. When you need it, you either grab it or ask for it. No fold!

But from the white feather belt around his waist, he summoned a vat of viscous blood-red liquid. After packing it for Kunpeng, this liquid is naturally the red crystal essence of creation.

In practice, there is very little chatter. After the two of them finished talking, they each meditated and cultivated, and they were speechless......

Three days later, at noon, Kunpeng jumped from the entrance of the cave and quickly fell into the treasure river.

"Poof!"

His body plunged straight into the water of the Shibao River fifty meters deep, and the turbulent river enveloped him, and he was also using this rushing water potential to temper his muscle strength.

The resistance to swimming against the current is greater, and a head is exposed on the rough river, and the hands and feet are paddled against the water.

At first, Kunpeng swam more and more backwards, and after gradually becoming familiar with the water potential, he gradually developed skills, and he could do it without going backwards under the huge force of the river.

He spent the whole afternoon swimming in the river. Ying Tiandiao, who watched at the entrance of the cave, admired this master and nephew from the bottom of his heart. People are willing to endure hardships, and their brains are also clever, especially if they are very good at talking.

Estimating that the exercise time was almost up, he cast a spell in the air with one hand, and took Kunpeng in the air. Carrying it in his hand like a chicken in soup, he floated back to the cave.

Kunpeng changed into clean clothes and completed a set of exercises to relax his muscles. Take out a cooker and prepare to cook a piebald iron python feast.

An hour later, the roasted snake meat, steamed snake soup, and stewed snake bone soup are hotly baked. Kunpeng set up the dishes and chopsticks and took out a jar of mud-sealed fruit wine.

Please sit down and get ready to eat.

Ying Tiandiao was a little surprised, "Senior nephew, this snake banquet is okay!

"Haha, uncle, my family is not a cook, but a generation of winemakers. Uncle, you can taste my father's fruit wine first. Kunpeng replied with a smile, uncovering the mud seal and pouring a bowl for Ying Tiandiao.

Ying Tiandiao picked it up, smelled the smell first, and then took a shallow sip. Then he drank it all, and his face was overjoyed, "Happy, happy! Nephew, this fruit wine is good! It is fragrant and strong! Catch Ming'er, you have your own experience here, and I will go to Wuyou Village to find your father to drink." ”

After the two of them had eaten and drunk, Ying Tiandiao told Kunpeng that the mountain spirit treasure milk was taken by him, and he could take as much as he wanted.

According to the "Catalogue of Treasure Medicines", Mountain Spirit Treasure Milk, also known as Lingshi Milk. The function is to restore muscle vitality, awaken and increase various functions of the body, and the cultivators can take it internally and externally. The results are excellent without any side effects.

So, Kunpeng ran to a stalactite basin and drank it like a cow.

But after a few sips, I felt hot and dry, my heart swelled, and I felt like I wanted to find someone to fight.

After a long sip, he turned his head and rushed out of the cave. Jump into the middle of the river and swim quickly to the opposite bank.

Running in the jungle, startling a lot of birds and beasts. A jade-horned rhinoceros at the peak of the second order innocently lay down the gun. It was sleeping well in the hole, but a crazy human rushed to the house and gave it a few kicks.

It was furious and fought with the madman, but the man completely ignored his injuries and threw punches and feet in a row, and no matter how thick his skin was, he couldn't stop the hammer. Within ten minutes, it was broken by the madman and picked off its jade horns.

It lay helplessly on the ground, watching the madman leap away with all his heart, and his heart was full of misery. I closed my eyes and rode the cold moonlight to heaven......

"Well, I'm in the late stage of muscle forging!" Ying Tiandiao looked at Kunpeng, who was in ragged clothes and panting, and said appreciatively.

Early the next morning, after Ying Tiandiao opened a shield barrier guarding the dojo and taught Kunpeng how to enter and exit, he turned into a giant eagle and flew into the air to Wuyou Village to drink.

Leaving Kunpeng to practice alone.

Kunpeng, who was promoted to the late stage of muscle forging, increased his strength greatly, and his muscles rose again. It looks like a humanoid monster.

Diving and swimming in the morning, going out to kill demons and beasts in the afternoon, climbing thousands of meters of cliffs and returning to the cave at dusk. At night, he meditates quietly and cultivates, and when he is bored, he practices low-level spells.

Master Dade didn't teach him any powerful magical powers for the time being, and only gave him more than 10,000 low-level spells. These low-level little supernatural powers, Kunpeng has practiced more than 2,000 kinds.

Among them, the djinn technique, the cloud climbing technique, the exorcism spell and so on are commonly used, and he is already too familiar with it to be familiar with it.

There is no time for practice, and there is no nail in the mountains.

Two months have flowed along the Baojiang River, and Ying Tiandiao has not returned. Kunpeng has also almost integrated the knowledge and practical actions he has learned.

Now, when he remembers that he had just started his training, the stupid behaviors he did couldn't help but be a little ridiculous.

On this day, Kunpeng was swimming in the Baojiang River to refine his body, only to hear a greeting from behind him, "Brother, hello." ”

He turned around and stepped on the water to stand, and saw a white dragon on the river not far from him.

This white dragon's whole body is as white as jade, a golden line on the abdomen from the mouth to the tail, the body is thirty meters long, it looks very strange, a pair of purple gold dragon horns on the top of the head, the roots of the dragon whiskers flutter with the dragon's breath, and a pair of copper bell eyes are open.

Kunpeng returned the salute with a fist and said, "Brother Long, you don't have to be polite. I was practicing water before, so don't blame me if I'm rude!"

The golden-threaded white dragon nodded that it was okay. "Brother Tai, my family lives in the Ruins Sea. My name is Ao Wei, and I'm walking the river. ”

In ancient times, there was a dragon that needed to go through the river into the sea. And it was originally a dragon clan, and if you want to transform into a human, there is a way to enter the river from the sea and trace the source upstream.

When Kunpeng heard that Ao Wei chose to go to the river and transform into a shape, he admired him a little in his heart. The transformation of demon beasts can rely on pills, or their elders can directly use their great mana to help condense them.

It is extremely dangerous for the young dragon to walk the river, not to mention the hardships and time-consuming of the countercurrent, just the big demons and human cultivators along the coast have different intentions for them. After all, the dragon clan is a treasure all over its body, and it is tamed as a mount, which is quite a row.

Of course, the benefits of going to the river are also great, not only can you condense the foundation, but you can also share part of the luck of a big river.

For a while, his good feelings increased greatly, and he reported to his home: "My name is Yang Kunpeng, my home is on the periphery of the Zixuling Mountain Range, and I am now practicing in my uncle's dojo." If Brother Ao Wei doesn't dislike it, you can go ashore with me to rest for a while. ”

After that, he paddled the way and swam towards the pergola on the shore where he had set up his own daily rest.

Because Ao Wei can't transform into a shape, he can only hover on the shore and sand. And Kunpeng sat cross-legged on Baolian, took out a jar of fruit wine and threw it at Ao Wei, "Brother Ao Wei, and drink vulgar wine to relieve fatigue." ”

Ao Wei raised his dragon claws, caught the wine jar and took a sip, and said in a happy mood: "Hahaha, Brother Kunpeng's wine is excellent, I have been out of the shell for thirteen years, and I have cultivated to the early stage of the third order of body cultivation, because of some reasons at home, so I came from the river in a fit of anger, and this jar of wine just alleviated some of the boredom in my heart!" After speaking, I took a few sips.

"Oh, then I'm two years older than you, but my talent is not good, and I have been cultivating for more than three years before I have reached the peak of the late stage of refining the body and forging muscles, and the middle stage of cultivating the Fa. It's not as high as yours in comparison, hahaha!" Kunpeng also took a few sips and said modestly.

When Ao Wei heard that he had achieved such an achievement in cultivating for three years, and that he was still in a situation where his talent was not good, he couldn't help but feel admiration in his heart, "Hey, why should Brother Kunpeng be humble, my dragon clan is different from humans. And Brother Kunpeng and I are very close to each other, why don't we make friends, how about I call you brother?"

"Well, although I'm older than you, our cultivation realm doesn't determine the level by age. Why don't we have a game under our hands, and after learning from each other, we will decide whether we win or lose?" "Kunpeng didn't have any friends of the same age in the cultivation world before, except for Bai Min'er.

Now I feel that Ao Wei is also good, so I plan to meet friends with martial arts.

After drinking the wine jar, the jar was thrown to the ground casually. Loudly agreed, "Okay! This is a great word, Brother Kunpeng pay attention, and the little brother is here!"

A mouthful of boiling dragon flame instantly sprayed towards the Kunpeng on the Baolian Terrace......