An Ordinary Path to Immortality

After hearing Fang Ping's words, the old immortal master said calmly: "Fang Ping, you don't have to be so cautious. I have lost all my blood and energy. I am in such a situation that I can hardly move. How can I harm you?"

Fang Ping bowed to the old immortal master and said: "Excuse me, old immortal master, your cultivation is profound. I really dare not take risks."

After saying that, he pulled out a bamboo pole from the wooden rack used to hold materials in the corner of the tent, and prepared to use the bamboo pole to pick up the old immortal master's storage bag.

But on second thought, he came to the old immortal master's table again, and saw a few talismans on the table. He took a glance and took out a golden light talisman and a fireball talisman.

Activate the golden light talisman, let the golden light protect the whole body, hold the fireball talisman in one hand, and use the bamboo pole in the other hand to pick up the storage bag on the old immortal master's waist.

He was fully alert, fearing that the old immortal master would suddenly attack.

But the result was unusually smooth, and the storage bag was easily picked up by him.

But the old immortal master said nothing and let Fang Ping take his storage bag without any action.

Holding the storage bag in his hand, Fang Ping couldn't believe that things were going so smoothly.

Could it be that the old immortal master was really unable to fight back?

Otherwise, I took all his storage bags away, and he didn't even make a move.

Fang Ping was on guard and wanted to open the storage bag, but found that he didn't know the tricks of using the storage bag at all.

"Hehe" the old immortal master sneered: "It seems that I have never taught you how to use the storage bag."

Fang Ping was embarrassed. It turned out that the other party had already expected that he would not be able to use the storage bag, so he was relieved to let him take it away.

This time, Fang Ping did not find out the other party's details.

If one plan failed, Fang Ping would naturally not give up so easily.

Fang Ping naturally did not intend to let the old immortal master go for a life-and-death feud.

Not to mention that the other party had seen the secret of the wooden toad, Fang Ping could not leave this big trouble.

Fang Ping asked: "Master, how can I open the storage bag?"

The old master replied: "Storage bags have restrictions, but there are only two types. One is to recognize the owner by dripping blood, which is controlled by the owner's spiritual energy, and the other is to control the storage and access by spiritual consciousness.

So this storage bag can only be controlled by my spiritual energy.

You want the jade slip, so why not return the storage bag to me and give you the jade slip."

Fang Ping thought for a moment and asked: "If it is controlled by spiritual energy, doesn't it mean to recognize the owner by dripping blood?"

Thinking of this, Fang Ping suddenly broke out in a cold sweat on his back.

Dropping blood to recognize the owner, is there still the old master's blood in this storage bag?

He quickly inputted spiritual energy into the storage bag, and the next moment he felt that his spiritual energy was moving along a strange path in the storage bag, unimpeded all the way, and he didn't find the old master's blood mark at all.

Although he didn't understand, he felt that this should be the storage bag's recognition restriction, and there should be the old master's blood mark in the trajectory of his spiritual energy.

His spiritual energy wandered around the master recognition restriction of the storage bag for a circle, and then he actually found a drop of blood essence with the breath of the old immortal master at the end of the restriction.

After discovering this drop of blood essence, Fang Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

Because this drop of blood essence is just a little bit away from breaking the restriction.

In other words, the old immortal master had already controlled the blood essence in the storage bag to leave the storage bag.

If Fang Ping had not taken the old immortal master's storage bag by chance, the other party might have absorbed and refined this drop of blood essence at this time.

By that time, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"The storage bag will be kept here for the time being." Fang Ping put the storage bag in his arms and asked: "Disciple is about to leave, does the immortal master have anything else to ask the disciple to do?"

The old immortal master had a blank expression on his face and said in a calm tone: "Leave my storage bag, you can leave now."

"Okay, disciple, goodbye, immortal master, please take care."

As he said that, Fang Ping took out the storage bag again, put it on the ground, and turned to walk towards the door of the tent.

Just after taking two steps, he suddenly saw the green wooden sword on the ground.

At this moment, Fang Ping felt a sense of alarm, because he had seen the old immortal master holding this wooden sword in his hand for sacrifice before.

At that time, the old immortal master also used this wooden sword to explain the magic weapon to him, so he recognized it at a glance.

So he carefully picked up the wooden sword, input spiritual energy, and found that the wooden sword also had the mark of the old immortal master's essence and blood.

He glanced at the old immortal master, walked out of the tent calmly, and saw from a distance that the sergeant named Lin and several other sergeants were on duty far away from the tent.

He quickly came to the side of the sergeant named Lin, stuffed a talisman into him and said: "Brother Lin, I will develop a new elixir with the old immortal master later. There may be some noise in the process. When the time comes, please don't panic, let alone go to check, so as not to disturb the immortal master's elixir and cause the immortal master's displeasure."

The sergeant named Lin nodded in response.

After Fang Ping gave the order, he quickly returned to the tent again.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw the old immortal sitting cross-legged, and the robe on his body was shining with spiritual light.

In front of the robe, there seemed to be a blood-colored light about to come out.

"This robe is indeed a magic weapon."

Fang Ping threw the dagger in his hand without thinking.

"Ding"

The dagger was shaken away as soon as it touched the robe.

"Not good!"

Fang Ping was shocked, and the fireball talisman in his hand flew out of his hand.

Immediately, the talisman turned into a fist-sized fireball and smashed towards the old immortal.

At the same time, Fang Ping activated the golden light talisman again, and rushed to the table, grabbed a few fireball talismans on the table, and activated them directly without thinking and smashed them towards the old immortal.

And he himself was holding a green wooden sword with a golden talisman on his head, following the fireball, and stabbed the place where the robe shone with blood.

If Fang Ping had just deliberately left the tent, it would have been a risky move to give the old immortal master a chance to recover.

So at this time, he was taking a huge risk by grabbing the old immortal master's wooden sword and stabbing the old immortal master.

Using his own magic weapon to stab the old immortal master would be the same as seeking death if it were normal.

However, at this moment, Fang Ping was betting that the old immortal master would not be able to control this wooden sword at all.

"Bang bang bang bang"

There were three muffled sounds of the fireball talisman exploding in succession, and countless sparks exploded in front of the old immortal master.

All three fireballs were blocked by the robe, and the old immortal master's body also flew far away. Skin debris all over his body was flying in the sky, and dry white bones were even exposed in many places.

But on the robe, a drop of blood emerged. It turned out that the old immortal master had forced the blood essence out of the robe's magic weapon, preparing to absorb and refine it.

Just at this moment, Fang Ping stabbed with the wooden sword in his hand, breaking through the blockade of the magic weapon's robe and shattering the drop of blood essence and flying away.

At the same time, the wooden sword pierced the chest of the old immortal master impartially.

"Fang Ping...you actually...my green wood sword..."

The old immortal master looked at Fang Ping and then at the green wooden sword in disbelief.

He didn't expect Fang Ping to dare to use this wooden sword against him.

According to his calculations, he was now at the end of his strength and did not dare to activate the robe in front of Fang Ping and force out the blood essence in the robe.

Because once Fang Ping sees it, he will definitely try his best to stop himself.

In his current state, Fang Pingguang could kill himself with punches and kicks.

So he knew that Fang Ping would return, but he still forced himself to refine the blood essence in the robe, because once he succeeded, he could easily kill Fang Ping with just this drop of blood essence.

In fact, he was just a hair away from success.

If Fang Ping hadn't been so bold as to risk using the Aoki Sword against him, he would have succeeded now.

"I hate it. It's just a little bit close. Even half a breath is enough."

. You provide the master Yijie with a gentle and ordinary path to immortality.