Chapter 527: 527 I'm Alone
Chapter 527 527 I'm the only one turned black
Unconsciously, the banquet came to an end. As before, Elder Xie returned to the room with the support of the two disciples, and everyone dispersed.
In the dead of night, Yingyun Valley returned to calm again, and everyone fell asleep. For Yunhua, this was destined to be a sleepless night.
"Bang." In the quiet small courtyard, there was a loud noise.
"It's not fair, why they are all fine, I'm the only one who turned black!" Then, it was Lorne's angry voice.
In the past few days, Xie Youran, Shi Jianhao and others have been practicing with all their strength to prepare for the Galuo Grand Competition. Gu Fenghua did not idle, and once again demonstrated the frying method to help Bai Fatzi and Ye Wuse improve their cultivation.
Originally, she was still worried about whether the Demon Wooden Ding would fry the furnace after it became an artifact, and would it be damaged if it was blown up, but after refining the Destiny Sacred Pill, she was completely relieved.
Facts have proved that divine tools are not omnipotent. Even if the success rate is high, this demon wooden cauldron still has the possibility of frying, but the divine tool is a divine tool, the pill of destiny is so majestic, and the aura of heaven and earth at that time is so. The chaos and rage did not cause any damage to the Demon Wooden Cauldron, and the ordinary soul-grade sacred pill could never hurt it at all.
So, under Gu Fenghua's unremitting efforts, Yao Muding finally fryed the stove in front of Ye Wuse and Fatty Bai.
Speaking of this, Gu Fenghua was a little helpless and a little funny. Other alchemists or holy alchemists worry about the fryer the most. When she comes to her, she wants to fryer, but she has to work hard and even do her best. .
No way, for a magical pill furnace such as Yaomuding, the rank of the average soul product holy pill is too low, plus her innate Lihuo holy spirit root, even if it fails, it can be easily refined. It is as difficult as heaven to want to fry the holy pill with the yellow rank.
If it’s a higher-rank sacred pill, such as a profound grade, it’s easier to blow up, but it’s not so easy to refine a heavenly grade. Moreover, with Bai Fatzi and Ye Wu-se’s cultivation bases at this time, the first grade of Fashen , With the Profound Grade Sacred Pill, they would not be able to absorb the pill power in it. After all, this frying method also has its limits, and it is impossible to reach the sky with this one step.
Fortunately, after Gu Fenghua’s repeated attempts and continuous efforts, the fryer succeeded in the end.
At this time, Fatty White and Ye Wuxi were shrouded in a dreamlike cloud and mist. Gu Fenghua could clearly feel that the pure and solid pill power was directly injected under the squeeze of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Their meridians, yet so warm and peaceful, will never cause any harm to their bodies.
Almost no need to deliberately refining, that pill power is integrated into the holy energy, circulating rapidly in their bodies, and their cultivation base is constantly improving. The bottleneck that is the most difficult to break through in the advancement of a saint is ineffective in front of them.
First grade of Dharma Sage, second grade of Dharma Sage, third grade of Dharma Sage...
The dreamlike cloud and mist gradually disappeared, and the two men's cultivation finally stayed at the peak of the third stage of the sage, and the corners of Gu Fenghua's mouth also showed a gratifying smile.
Seeing that the cultivation bases of two good friends have been continuously improved, Lorne was actually happy for them, but recalling his experience of being promoted to the third rank of the Dharma Sage, he was a little bit resentful.
You must know that when she was promoted to the third rank of the sage of the law, she had been a black charcoal for several days. It was so dark that even the keen monsters such as the wind and shadow magic fox could not be seen at night. He Ye Wuse didn't have anything at all, so he was promoted again and again in vain.
It is inevitable that this kind of thing falls on anyone's psychological imbalance, let alone Miss Luo who always likes to base her happiness on others' pain.
(End of this chapter)
