In the training room, Fang Ping looked cautious as he watched his flesh and blood recover.
To reshape the meridians, now is the best opportunity.
However, Old Man Li forged his golden body before, but did not reshape his meridians.
Fang Ping suddenly gritted his teeth and stopped rebuilding!
At this point, it is of little significance to reshape the meridians. Old Man Li can circulate the power of qi and blood through the cells of his physical body, and he has no problem.
The next moment, Fang Ping directly absorbed a large amount of immortal matter and completely regenerated his flesh and blood.
Outside, the faces of several masters changed slightly, Wu Kuishan remained calm, and Old Man Li frowned slightly.
Fang Ping, no meridians are reshaped.
…
"Flesh and blood is resurrected!"
At this moment, Fang Ping was no longer a skeleton, but had returned to his previous normal state.
But the golden bones in the body continue to tremble with flesh and blood, and the newly revived flesh and blood are still unable to support the power of the golden bones.
Fang Ping frowned and continued to absorb the golden immortal matter. On the other hand, he also continued to absorb a large amount of energy into his body.
Outside, Wu Kuishan no longer hesitated, took out a crystal bottle and poured all the life essence from the bottle directly into it.
The breathing of several eighth-grade people is a little rapid, Madhu, what a luxury!
The luxury here at Mowu is endless.
In order for Fang Ping to rebuild his flesh and blood, they all felt sorry for Mo Wu at the cost.
Among the eighth-grade students who had not taken action, someone said softly: "Principal Wu, your school really attaches great importance to Fang Ping..."
Wu Kuishan smiled lightly and said: "His own money."
Several people were stunned for a moment, and Wu Kuishan didn't explain. This guy is rich, and the school still owes him a lot of money.
…
When the energy of life essence poured into the training room, Fang Ping hurriedly began to absorb it.
The mellow life energy, combined with the immortal matter, began to stabilize his flesh and blood.
Fang Ping breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to relax. He was too lazy to absorb the energy of the energy stone in the room. It was too time-consuming and he still needed to absorb and transform it.
The next moment, almost endless energy and blood flowed out of Fang Ping's body and began to transform every cell.
Old Man Li spent several years in order to make his cells able to withstand the power of qi and blood and to make the qi and blood densely distributed.
Because this step consumes too much energy and blood.
Fang Ping, on the other hand, didn't care.
His current wealth value is still 18 billion, which can be converted into 18 million calories of qi and blood, which is equivalent to the total amount of qi and blood used up by 1,800 sixth-grade peak warriors.
Old Man Li's peak qi and blood before was only 10,000 calories. His qi and blood were exhausted, and it would take at least two or three days to replenish it, and the consumption was not low.
After one year, Old Man Li has reached the limit of being able to recover one million calories of energy and blood.
In fact, Old Man Li wouldn't do this. It would consume too much and he couldn't afford it.
In those years, he also tempered his body every now and then, not day and night.
According to his consumption, the final consumption of energy and blood is only about one million calories.
However, he was doing it for a long time, and Fang Ping wanted to complete this step at once.
When countless qi and blood powers poured into Fang Ping's body, the excessive qi and blood powers also caused the collapse of flesh and blood.
The immortal substance and life essence also constantly repaired the flesh and blood injuries, giving Fang Ping enough time to temper the flesh and blood cells.
A few minutes later, while Fang Ping was refining his cells, Fang Ping in the room suddenly frowned.
Then, the piece of flesh and blood that he had tempered suddenly collapsed.
Old Man Li suppressed the restlessness in his heart and said in a low voice: "It's okay, it's just too much energy and not strong enough physique, which caused a collapse. It just takes a while to get used to it."
…
"This won't work!"
Fang Ping frowned and suddenly thought of something. The next moment, Fang Ping shattered all his flesh and blood.
Outside, Wu Kuishan suddenly shouted: "Fang Ping, what are you doing!"
Does this kid know how much immortal matter and life essence has been spent to help him restore his flesh and blood?
Fang Ping's hoarse voice came out: "I know, principal, don't worry!"
After saying that, flesh and blood appeared again on Fang Ping's hand bones.
But this time, Fang Ping no longer used the power of Qi and blood to temper, but suddenly condensed a large amount of the power of heaven and earth to directly wrap the hand bones.
He thought of the last time Lu Fengrou forced the union into one.
The power of heaven and earth is more powerful than the power of qi and blood!
It stands to reason that a golden body with golden bones can withstand the power of heaven and earth.
If he wanted his flesh and blood to withstand the power of the golden bones, he would have to forge a physical body that could withstand the power of heaven and earth. The previous physical body, which could only withstand the power of qi and blood, was still too weak.
Fang Ping's move made several foreign eighth-grade people dumbfounded.
The swarthy old man from Siam couldn't help but said: "Principal Wu, is your school's genius, the eighth grade or the fifth grade?"
Is this really a fifth-grade warrior?
He has unlimited Qi and blood, a perfect golden bone, and the power of heaven and earth. If you say he is a fifth-grade person, do you think I will believe it?
Wu Kuishan was speechless. Another strong man on the side smiled bitterly and said: "Fifth grade, right? I think his inner organs have not yet transformed into a golden body, and there are signs of energy leakage. The gate of the triple burner should not be closed... But this..."
But this fifth grade is completely inconsistent with the image of the fifth grade in my impression.
Several strong men from China also had expressions of amazement. Among them, the eighth-level woman in green clothes said with envy: "Mowu is really going to have an evildoer. According to this situation, if I condense the golden body this time,
Once the Triple Burner Gate is closed and his spiritual power grows stronger, he can reach the eighth level as quickly as possible."
Wu Kuishan chuckled and said: "You have a few geniuses in your Qingtian Mountain lineage..."
The woman in Tsing Yi smiled bitterly and said: "A 25-year-old fifth-grade person. In the past, I, Qingtian Mountain, would have been proud. But now Wuhan University is extremely powerful, and fourth- and fifth-grade students are emerging in an endless stream. Not to mention Fang Ping, Nanwu King Jin Yang, Jingwu Li Hansong...
Including Chen Wenlong and Qin Fengqing from your school... these people are extremely young.
Chen Wenlong is 23 this year, and Qin Fengqing should be at the fifth level soon.
besides……"
The woman in green looked at Chen Yunxi and the others next to her, and became even more bitter. She said softly: "These students are not very old, right?"
"They are all Fang Ping's classmates."
"That's the sophomore student?"
The woman has nothing to say!
These people should all be similar in age to Fang Ping, around 20 years old.
Chen Yunxi and Zhao Lei have both reached the peak of the third level, Fu Changding is almost there, and it shouldn't take long for Yang Xiaoman and the others.
The fourth grade is coming soon, will the fifth grade take two years?
Even if it takes two years, he is still only 22 years old.
Qingtian Mountain has produced several geniuses who have entered the fifth level around the age of 25, and they are also famous in the sect circles.
However, compared with Wuhan University, it is still far behind.
The woman didn't say much about Qingtian Mountain, but talked about something else. She said, "The young Zen monk from Guangsheng Temple has entered the sixth level. He is only 30 years old. Guangsheng Temple has a profound background."
"Wangwu Mountain, where Grandmaster Zhao is located, has seen a steady stream of talented people in recent years, and it is much better than our Qingtian Mountain."
"This side of Wanshan Temple..."
Speaking of Wanshan Temple, the woman in green suddenly frowned and said, "The old monk from Wanshan Temple heard that someone discovered his whereabouts... His name is also on the list. Is he back?"
Wanshan Temple is the sect where the third-grade monk Fang Ping challenged, Monk Jingse, belongs.
Fang Ping beat him up, and that guy later beat up Ye Qing.
Before, Wanshan Temple had no master.
He took office as the abbot of Wanshan Temple and was trapped in a cave for many years without a trace.
Recently, there are rumors that the old monk who fell into the cave has returned, and he has directly entered the seventh-grade list, which surprised many people.
Wu Kuishan nodded slightly and said: "I'm back, but the injury is not serious. I heard that I have been sitting in the cave waiting for death, trying to condense the golden body, but failed. The golden body..."
The woman in green clothes shook her head slightly. It is not easy to achieve a golden body.
She has condensed a golden body. Although she looks only thirty or forty years old, she is actually nearly a hundred years old.
Fang Ping didn't know either, otherwise he would probably have to complain in his heart about why a hundred-year-old lady is pretending to be a young woman.
The woman in green didn't continue talking about Wanshan Temple. After thinking about it, she suddenly whispered: "Is there any news about Lu Zhen?"
Wu Kuishan frowned slightly and shook his head.
Lu Zhen, that's his father-in-law.
But since he showed up once two years ago, there has been no news since then.
Now, Lu Zhen’s name is no longer on the list.
Lu Zhen, who is at the peak of seventh grade, is not weak either. Whether he is alive or dead is difficult to judge at the moment.
The old monk from Wanshan Temple has returned after disappearing for so many years. Lu Zhen may not be dead.
Wu Kuishan didn't say much. Lu Zhen and the woman in green were people of the same era. Calculated by his calculation, he was one generation lower than the eight-level people present.
However, when a strong person reaches this level, age does not matter. As long as there is no teacher-student relationship or blood relationship, and they are similar in strength, they will naturally be friends. While they were talking, in the training room, Fang Ping gathered a force of heaven and earth,
It's not too strong, about 5 pounds, and it's constantly compressing the flesh and blood on my hand.
Wu Kuishan glanced at it, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "It may be difficult to temper an ordinary flesh and blood body with the power of heaven and earth!"
After saying that, Wu Kuishan turned to look at Huang Jing and said, "Go get some high-grade monster blood."
Huang Jing didn't move, but muttered: "It won't work if it's less..."
"Get them all!"
"good!"
The yellow spot ends and disappears quickly.
After a while, Huang Jing came back. At this moment, Huang Jing was carrying several crystal jars the size of water tanks in his hands.
One of them attracted everyone's attention.
In that jar, a large amount of golden liquid was constantly rolling.
The swarthy old man from Siam really wanted to swallow his saliva. He didn't care about the shame and said in a complicated tone: "The blood of an eighth-grade golden monster?"
"Um."
Wu Kuishan sighed softly, his eyes a little complicated.
This was not obtained by him, but by the old principal over the years. The old principal has fought countless battles in his life, fought against eighth-grade monsters more than once, and even killed eighth-grade monsters!
This jar of blood was all left by that eighth-grade monster.
The blood of a strong person with a golden body has long been transformed into a golden body, containing some immortal matter and filled with a large amount of energy.
The old principal who had killed an eighth-level monster didn't have a magic weapon. Many people actually didn't understand it. They suspected that the monster that he killed was so damaged that he couldn't forge a magic weapon.
Very few people know about the huge magical weapons. The old principal does not have magical weapons, but some people do.
The eighth-grade magic weapon has also shown its power, and once cut off a section of the main trunk of a ninth-grade demon plant.
Afterwards, after integrating into the backbone of the ninth-grade demonic plant, the divine weapon became even stronger, reaching the strength of the ninth-grade divine weapon.
Not many people know about this.
However, Wu Kuishan knew that he could not hide it for long.
Before, he slapped Zheng Minghong until his flesh and blood collapsed. Zheng Minghong might not know anything, but Wu Chuan was also present, so that guy might not know anything.
He knows a lot about magic and martial arts, and the old principal is still his teacher.
Wu Kuishan was not a student of the old principal, but his teacher was also a mentor of Mowu, but he had died in the cave in his early years.
After all, he and Wu Chuan can also be regarded as brothers. His teacher was one of the first batch of instructors in Mowu, and his qualifications were no lower than those of the old principal.
These thoughts flashed through my mind.
Wu Kuishan didn't think much, took a deep breath and nodded towards the yellow spot.
Upon seeing this, Huang Jing turned his head and looked at Song Yingji and said, "Get a bathtub... By the way, it needs to be made of energy crystals."
"ah?"
Song Yingji was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and suddenly rushed out. After a while, she came over carrying a crystal-like cauldron and said with a dry smile: "There is no bathtub, only this pot. The technology was not as advanced as this a few years ago."
The pot used to burn the energy stone."
Huang Jing didn't care, it was just fine.
Taking the giant pot, Huang Jing opened the jar in his hand and poured some red blood into it.
Looking at the last jar of golden blood, Huang Jing glanced at Wu Kuishan, who nodded slightly and said, "Use it."
The blood of an eighth-grade golden monster is also a good thing. Fang Ping has taken the school's body strengthening liquid before, and it has good effects on low-grade warriors.
But Fang Ping probably doesn't know that those body strengthening liquids are actually mixed with the blood of some high-grade monsters.
And there was very little adulteration. Fang Ping used this blood this time... If he didn't come back with the body of a high-grade monster, Wu Kuishan would definitely settle the score with him.
Seeing Wu Kuishan nodding, Huang Jing poured the golden blood into it.
As soon as the golden blood enters the cauldron, it immediately pushes away the other red blood. Even if it has been dead for many years and only the blood is left, the golden blood is extremely domineering. Huang Jing did not waste any time. He quickly opened the door to the training room and quickly carried the pot.
He walked in, put down the cauldron, and said, "Go in and take a bath!"
Fang Ping was having a headache at the moment, how to keep his flesh and blood from collapsing. When he saw this, he glanced at the cauldron, and without saying a word, he jumped directly into the cauldron.
When he entered the pot, the blood began to boil.
Huang Jing said in a deep voice: "Here is the blood of seventh- and eighth-grade monster beasts, which can be used to temper the body. Do not put it into the body unless you want some characteristics of monster beasts to appear on your body."
"Know."
"..."
Huang Jing did not stay any longer and walked out quickly. Several eighth-level experts continued to release immortal substances. On the other side, Song Yingji also continued to let people burn energy stones.
Fang Ping, this guy, spent too much money this time.
If this fails, then there is nothing Mowu can do, unless he can find a ninth-level expert to help him try, but the probability is not high.
In the training room, the blood in the cauldron began to boil.
The flesh and blood in Fang Ping's hands began to absorb the blood, but the blood was filtered and expelled again.
In the blink of an eye, the flesh and blood on Fang Ping's hand bones glowed with a faint golden light.
"It works!"
Everyone was refreshed, and Old Man Li also looked happy, and hurriedly said: "It's feasible, this is a sign of achieving a semi-golden body!"
At this moment, Fang Ping combined the power of heaven and earth, immortal matter, the power of monster blood, the power of qi and blood, the energy of energy stones... to quickly forge his own flesh and blood.
The flesh and blood on the hand bones continued to spread.
Gradually, the entire left arm was covered with flesh and blood, showing a light golden color.
Seeing this scene, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and no longer collapsed.
This also means that the strength of flesh and blood can support the golden bones.
The left arm recovered and turned pale golden. Fang Ping's power of heaven and earth continued to compress the flesh and blood, making the golden light even more intense.
After a while, faint golden flesh also appeared on the right arm.
The four eighth-level people who were importing immortal matter looked at each other and stopped in tacit agreement, and the other four began to take over.
Wu Kuishan raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Fang Ping, don't continue to compress it, as long as you can maintain the golden bones."
Does this kid really want to completely forge a golden body?
The rewards received by the 8 eighth-grade experts are limited. How can there be so much immortal material for you to consume and waste?
Fang Ping in the room seemed a little regretful and stopped compressing.
These eight-level people, who are not his father, how could they infinitely input immortal matter to sustain the rebirth of his flesh and blood?
The next moment, flesh and blood appeared on Fang Ping's legs, front and back of his chest.
Outside, Fu Changding looked at it for a while and suddenly whispered: "Does he still have it?"
"What?"
Zhao Lei was stunned for a moment, and Fu Changding lowered his voice and said: "Second brother."
"Cough cough cough!"
Zhao Lei looked at him strangely, what are you thinking?
The low-ranking ones on the side didn't hear it, but they couldn't hide it from the high-ranking ones.
Old Man Li said carelessly: "Whether he has it or not, he didn't have it before, but he should have it now, and it's still golden..."
"Cough cough cough!"
Wu Kuishan coughed and glared at him. He was so disrespectful. What the hell was he talking about in front of the students?
…
The indoor square footage doesn’t matter so much.
At this moment, Fang Ping's flesh and blood were resurrected more and more.
Soon, almost all the flesh and blood on his body recovered.
However, it's still a little short of that.
While everyone was waiting outside, Fang Ping suddenly shattered the flesh and blood on his face. Fu Changding and the others who were watching with wide eyes were so frightened that they took a step back. If I go, it will scare people to death, okay?
"It's okay, cow!"
Fu Changding took a breath, this kind of person is too scary.
Fang Ping didn't bother to care about them, so he dove into the cauldron and buried his whole head in it.
The blood in the pot gradually faded from golden red to transparent.
The next moment, the other four strong men with golden bodies turned pale and looked sideways at Wu Kuishan.
Wu Kuishan nodded slightly, and everyone retracted their palms.
In the room, Fang Ping suddenly said dullly: "Masters, please give me some more."
Seeing that his head was still stuck in the pot, Wu Kuishan frowned and said, "It should be fine."
"There's still a little to go..."
"Fang Ping!"
Wu Kuishan was a little dissatisfied. Do you really think that these eighth-grade people are your subordinates?
Now that the injury is healed, come out.
Fang Ping was silent for a moment, then suddenly his head popped out, and he said depressedly: "One more!"
"..."
Outside, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly there was a burst of suppressed laughter.
Wu Kuishan raised his eyebrows slightly, and then said after a while: "That's it, wait for natural growth, and the immortal matter will be restored. This is unnecessary and wasteful."
"headmaster!"
Fang Ping had a look of collapse on his face and said bitterly: "This... this is all gone. Give me some more!"
"Ahem, hair, eyebrows, etc. will grow out sooner or later."
Wu Kuishan said irresponsibly that it would be a waste to use immortal substances to restore his hair and eyebrows. If the hair is bare, it will grow back naturally after a while. Fang Ping is not a real golden body.
"Don't!"
Fang Ping was about to cry but had no tears, so he quickly said: "I will pay..."
Outside, a few of the eighth-grade people ignored him, so that was pretty much it.
Besides, they don't think it's necessary to restore some hair and eyebrows. Even if they pay for it, they think it's too wasteful.
"headmaster!"
"teacher!"
"Several masters..."
Seeing these people walking out, Fang Ping almost cried. Damn it, they've reached this point, can't you just give me a break?
At this moment, he knew what he looked like. His whole head was bald, not the kind that was shaved off, but the kind that came from peeling a boiled egg.
Absolutely smooth!
No problem at all!
"Principal! Don't leave!"
Fang Ping's cry of blood rang out, but Wu Kuishan ignored him and walked out with several eighth-grade men.
Everyone else was trembling all over and walked outside, waiting for Fang Ping to come out before talking.
"No, give me a little more, just a little. Isn't this intentional to trick me?"
Fang Ping was about to cry but had no tears. These old men were definitely trying to trick him!
You’ve already output so much, why do you still care about this?
If others don't tell me, Wu Kuishan will have no problem giving it to him. He can return to this practice in two or three days.
Chen Yunxi, who was walking at the end, couldn't help but turn around and comforted: "It's actually quite beautiful. You'd better come out first."
"You won't come out even if you kill me!"
Fang Ping yelled in grief and anger, it was absolutely intentional, it was so irritating!
You're so good-looking. I look like this. How shameless do I want to go out without being laughed to death by others?