The Path to Becoming Immortal

Then, Ning Ping also began to summarize.

After this battle, he clearly felt his weakness, that is, the lack of attacking techniques.

At present, he only has some basic techniques, and almost no advanced attacking methods.

Only the Dragon Needle can be barely counted, but it cannot be used too much.

And don’t look at Fan Gaocai today. He looks like a playboy, but in fact, his methods are also varied.

For example, the wave-like axe skills and the palm skills with red heat waves are all attacking techniques.

It’s just that he was too impatient and consumed his energy too quickly under the continuous activation of magic weapons.

But he relied too much on his body skills. If he didn’t have this body skill from Mr. Hu today, it would not be so easy to win.

Moreover, when he fought with others before, he mostly relied on the Soul Devouring Technique to devour directly.

Now, with the increase of cultivation, especially with various magic weapons and strange magic weapons, the combat power has been greatly reduced.

It seems that I have to enrich my attack methods in the future, so as not to fall into the dilemma of having a strong Yuan force but not being able to use it when fighting with others in the future.

Thinking of this, I entered the Tianyan space with a thought.

I had some experience in practicing here yesterday, and I want to see if I can make a breakthrough in the magic.

After a while, different magics were flying everywhere in the Tianyan space.

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The next morning, the guard Wang Xing arrived early.

Seeing his happy face, there is no doubt that he made his pockets fatter by betting on his victory yesterday.

But thinking that if it weren't for this accident, he would have taken the teleportation array to Zhongzhou, he became depressed.

What was unexpected was that this game also attracted a large number of people to watch, and it was even more lively than yesterday's Fan Gaocai.

And through Wang Xing's narration, people from the ten major sects have come to watch, and they have revealed some information about their opponents one by one.

Hearing such news, combined with Shi Hetong's words yesterday, it seems that there should be a certain connection between them.

My opponent today is said to be the second-ranked master in the Taiyi Sect, Yan Ming, who is at the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

He is also quite famous in Nanmen City. With the help of the Hunyuan Body Refining Technique, he has trained a strong body and rarely meets his opponent.

Moreover, under the propaganda of the Taichu Sect, Ning Ping is likely to be in danger in today's battle.

Come to think of it, the Taiyi Sect will definitely not send another mediocre person today.

The odds will be opened today as usual, but even so, due to Ning Ping's performance yesterday, the odds have changed.

Ning Ping's odds are 1 to 2, while Yan Ming's are 1 to 1, and the increase and decrease are closer.

However, there are still many more people who buy Yan Ming, but the difference is not as big as yesterday.

Originally, Ning Ping planned to continue to buy 600,000 to win himself, but he thought about the meaningful look of the elder yesterday.

Come to think of it, it's still the same as yesterday, and he still bought 200,000.

In the viewing platform outside, Shi Hetong arrived earlier, but there was a very energetic and handsome young man behind him.

At this moment, a figure suddenly shot in from above, and it was Fan Fenghua.

This move instantly attracted the attention of many people in the field.

"Brother Fan, you should pay more attention to flying around, so as not to attract criticism."

Shi Hetong complained with pretentiousness.

"Hello, Master Fan." At this moment, the young man behind stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Hmph, do I need your advice on how to act?"

Fan Fenghua waved his sleeves, glanced at the young man with a slight movement of his eyes, and sat down directly.

"This is your nephew, right? Why! Come to see me laugh today?"

As soon as he sat down, Fan Fenghua said with a slight sidelong glance, as if he had heard something about the young man.

Then his eyes were fixed on the duel field below, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

"Brother Fan, what are you talking about? That's right, this is my nephew Gu Yun, who just happened to come here to see the style of each party."

"By the way, I heard that the one who will be on the field this time is a good player from your sect. I believe that today's match will be easy to win."

Fan Fenghua turned his head and looked at the other party, but his expression was calm.

"Who knows? By the way, this Ning Ping is not specially found by you..."

Shi Hetong was shocked when he heard it.

"Brother Fan, don't think so. I don't even know where this kid came from."

"Although there are some disputes between our two sects, I, Shi, am not so mean."

Fan Fenghua's mouth moved slightly: "It's good that he is not." After that, he didn't mean to speak again.

The young man behind him kept listening to the conversation between the two with a smile, and he seemed to find it quite interesting.

Accompanied by the excited shouts in the field, Ning Ping stepped into the duel field again.

As soon as he entered the field, he looked at the viewing platform and found that the two Yuanying cultivators from yesterday were also there.

However, there seemed to be another person sitting behind Shi Hetong, but no one knew where he came from.

At this moment, as soon as Fan Fenghua sat down, he looked at him coldly, as if he wanted to kill him with his eyes.

On the other hand, Shi Hetong sat beside him with a smile on his face, and occasionally talked to him.

Moreover, the cultivators in an area on the stands below all stared at him with murderous intent.

Ning Ping's heart moved, thinking that these should be the disciples of Taiyi Sect, and he remembered them one by one in his mind.

Looking at the other side, Yan Ming is a square-faced monk with well-developed muscles and a big waist.

At this moment, the other party is also staring at him coldly.

"There are no rules in the duel. It ends when one party dies. Start!"

As the formations around him were activated, the enthusiastic calls in the field were isolated a lot, and the two began to move.

However, today, the other party was obviously more cautious. He even felt a sense of oppression while advancing at a constant speed.

At this look, there is no doubt that he is a person with deep experience in fighting.

As he approached, Ning Ping suddenly accelerated, running around the other party, and his hands moved continuously.

In an instant, dozens of wind blades, ice cones, and fireballs shot at the other party.

At this time, the other party's eyes condensed, and the shield on his body became more solid as the skills were activated.

And a shield appeared in his hand, and it rotated around himself at high speed as soon as it appeared.

"Puff..."

After a series of sounds, the opponent avoided some of the dozens of magic attacks by moving his feet, but most of them were intercepted by the shields surrounding the opponent.

Ning Ping moved around the opponent at high speed, trying to deal with the opponent by relying on his body skills.

But his hands kept activating magic.

This is the result of Ning Ping using the Tianyan space to deduce these ordinary magics after it appeared. The activation speed at this moment is much faster than before.

But the opponent is like an old turtle shrinking in its shell at this moment. Even if several of the magics hit the opponent, it was taken down by him.

Ning Ping's heart moved, his feet changed slightly, and he rushed straight to the opponent.