The strong man who came out of the deep mountains

Chapter 3 Hearing the Call for Help

At this time, Wang Ping was in a coma. Seeing Wang Ping like this, the old Taoist couldn't help feeling a little sad in his heart. If it wasn't for the magic power of the gourd, this silly boy would have disappeared forever in the Three Realms. He has reached the Nascent Soul stage, but his state of mind is only at the Golden Core stage, and it will be difficult for him to successfully survive the catastrophe.

Thinking of this, the old Taoist immediately paused for a while, and suddenly congratulated him, the person had already flown into the air, the old Taoist looked very serious at this time, without the cynicism of the past, fortunately there was no one here, if there were people, he would not think it was a fairy descending to earth .

Without thinking too much, he saw bursts of golden light emanating from the old man's body, and the golden light gathered more and more, forming a huge golden ball state. When the old man stretched out his right hand, the golden light immediately hit Wang Ping from his index finger.

Wang Ping, who was in a coma, didn't feel anything, but his pale face gradually changed after a while, and the golden light continued to wrap Wang Ping. The blood stains on the two acupuncture points have slowly disappeared, and the wound is slowly healing.

For a cultivator, time always flies by in the blink of an eye, and I don't know how long it took before the old Taoist stopped shooting golden light into Wang Ping's body, and the two slowly fell from mid-air.

Jin Guang is the true qi of the old way. Wang Ping, who has inhaled a large amount of true qi, is no longer in serious trouble, but his body is still unable to move. At this time, Wang Ping has a sense, slightly opens his eyes, and sees the master in front of him, feeling ashamed , just now the master transmitted his true energy to himself, and he knew it in his own consciousness. If it weren't for his self-willedness and overconfidence, the master would not waste his true energy to help him. Wang Ping wanted to say something, but he couldn't open it. Mouth, the body cannot move.

The old Taoist saw Wang Ping like this, of course he knew what Wang Ping wanted to say, stretched out his palm, and made a gesture not to speak.

Wang Ping was very conscious, but it wasn't that he didn't want to say it, it was that he couldn't say it at all.

The old Taoist walked around Wang Ping for a few times before saying: "Wang Ping, it is fate that you and I can become masters and apprentices. During the time I lived with you, I feel very warm, but there is an old saying that all things come to an end. , now is also the time to leave as a teacher."

Hearing this, Wang Ping couldn't believe his ears. The master meant that he wanted to leave him. Could it be that he angered the master by not listening to the master? I can't say it, I feel extremely uncomfortable.

Looking at Wang Ping, the old Taoist also had feelings of reluctance, but he had no choice but to say again: "As a teacher, you are about to cross the catastrophe, and I don't know if you will succeed or not. I hope you can do it yourself in the future.

Hearing this, Wang Ping felt a little better. The master was not angry with him, but wanted to overcome the calamity. However, such a big matter, why didn't the master tell him earlier, but he had to wait until after he passed the calamity. Wang Ping He is a smart person. After thinking about it for a while, he immediately understood that the master had good intentions.

The face of the old man did not change, he just counted his fingers and said with a smile: "Ping'er, your life is destined to be colorful, but the future will also be full of hardships and dangers, I hope you can take care of yourself." With a wave, an exquisite bracelet immediately appeared in front of his eyes. The bracelet was crystal clear, and a little monkey was reflected on it. As soon as it appeared, the old man waved his hand, and the bracelet was immediately put on Wang Ping's hand.

Just when the old Taoist was about to leave, he suddenly said: "Teacher, don't be sad, I have already made up my mind that one day you and I will meet each other. Your life is destined to be difficult and dangerous. If necessary, you can go to Wudang to seek help. After you go, you will be happy." I will understand, but don't show your skills outside to a certain extent. After saying this, the old Taoist sacrificed his flying sword and disappeared from Wang Ping's sight.

In Wang Ping's heart, what the master said must be true, and Wang Ping is not a person who likes to be sad. The master said that it must be true to meet again. Wang Ping can always remember what the master said when he was serious. Looking at the bracelet, Wang Ping sighed in his heart, "Master, just wait for me."

In the blink of an eye, I don't know if it was a year, ten years, or a hundred years. I saw a handsome man standing in the sky with his eyes closed, as if he was thinking of something. This is Wang Ping. After leaving, Wang Ping began to practice, hoping to meet his master one day, but the two acupoints of Qiankun and Linghui were damaged, which made Wang Ping's cultivation base not as perverted as before. In the late stage of brewing Dan, he is sprinting towards the heartbeat stage at this time, so as to reunite with the master as soon as possible.

I saw Wang Ping suddenly opened his eyes, the flying sword was in his hand, and when his horizontal sword was released, countless sword auras were emitted, and wherever the sword aura went, there was chaos everywhere.

A gust of sword energy suddenly exploded on a stone, and the stone dissipated without a trace, but there was another thing displayed in front of my eyes.

What is this? For a cultivator, even in mid-air, the tiniest thing on the ground can be seen clearly. At this time, Wang Ping seemed to have observed something that exploded from the stone.

Without thinking about anything, Wang Ping immediately flew back to the ground, and what caught his eyes was a crystal clear emerald green bottle with densely packed flying dragons painted on it. Could it be some kind of treasure? Wang Ping still knew about his own strength and could Something that can still be intact under my own sword energy must be a treasure.Thinking of this, Wang Ping was very excited. During the time spent with the master, apart from learning his skills, except for a flying sword and a ring as a gift, he had no other treasures at all. Excited.

Picking up the bottle, without thinking about it, a drop of blood immediately dripped from the finger, and the blood disappeared immediately when it flowed close to the bottle. I have the same mind.

But to Wang Ping's disappointment, Wang Ping didn't feel the special effect of the special bottle, maybe he hadn't discovered it deeply, and now he had no choice but to think so, put the bottle into the ring, and continued to practice.

The ring in Wang Ping's hand is called a storage ring in the realm of comprehension. The space inside the ring is very wide. You just need to put things close. In the world of comprehension, most people have storage treasures, but rings are generally only available to those with status, and most people use storage bracelets or storage belts.

"Help, help."

Just when Wang Ping wanted to continue his cultivation, he unexpectedly heard the voice of saving his life. For a cultivator, as long as he does not use formations when talking with others, even if he wants to, he can hear it clearly. I don't know how many years I have lived here, and I have never seen anyone except the master, but I clearly heard the voice of help.Thinking of this, Wang Ping was overjoyed, and immediately flew to the place where the sound came from.

(End of this chapter)