Longevity, step by step to the highest

Foundation-building technique?

Wu Ping's expression remained unchanged, but he was delighted in his heart. He didn't have the technique for cultivating immortals for foundation-building.

This was also the biggest reason why he made extremely slow progress after breaking through the foundation-building period. Of course, another main reason was the spirit stone.

He didn't expect that today, he would not only get huge wealth, but also have the immortal technique of foundation-building level waiting for him to obtain.

What a huge pie!

"Bring it and have a look." Wu Ping said a few words indifferently, making it difficult to figure out his real thoughts.

Han Li watched the big iron hammer above his head move away, and his fear in his heart was reduced a little. He hurriedly took out an exquisite jade slip from his arms and threw it to Wu Ping.

In the world of cultivating immortals, no matter which sect or school, the technique is strictly prohibited from being passed on to others.

Any new disciple of Lanyun Taoist Temple needs to swear a heavenly oath that the technique belonging to the sect shall not be passed on to others, otherwise he will die.

But the Han family, which has existed since the founding of Lanyun Taoist Temple, is not included in this list.

The Han family's internal power in Lanyun Taoist Temple has a great influence. Even when they killed Wu Bufan, no one dared to intervene.

Controlling the jade slip to float in front of him, Wu Ping's spiritual sense swept over it, and it was the complete practice of "Lanyun Jue", which recorded the practice method of the entire foundation-building period.

Although he took a rough look, based on his years of exploration of the immortal way, this practice is likely to be true.

But to be on the safe side, Wu Ping locked Han Li with his spiritual sense, observed every detail of his behavior, and said again in a stern voice:

"Boy, you won't just use a practice to fool me, right?"

"Senior... I dare not, even if I lend me a bear's gall, I can't deceive you!"

"I, Han Li, swear to the Heavenly Dao that this "Lanyun Jue" is a foundation-building immortal method. If it is false, let me be struck by lightning and die a miserable death!"

In this fantasy world of cultivation, all those who dare to violate the oath of the Heavenly Dao have received the corresponding fate, which has been verified by history.

Wu Ping watched Han Li finish his oath, and the last stone in his heart fell to the ground.

Now that the "robbery" is over, the only thing left is to avenge Wu Bufan.

Wu Ping's eyes flashed, and he glanced at Han Yun and Han Li.

Seeing this, Han Yun's heart jumped, fearing that something might happen later, and said:

"Brother, my grandfather and grandson will give you all our wealth. We swear that today's incident will be treated as if it never happened, and we will not use Lanyun Taoist Temple to cause trouble for you in the future."

"If you break this oath, you will die and die a miserable death!"

"If there is nothing else, we will take our leave first."

After Han Yun finished speaking, he took a careful step forward, observing Wu Ping, intending to stop at any time.

One step, two steps...

Seeing that Wu Ping did not move at all, Han Yun pulled Han Li, and his pace could not help but speed up a bit, walking towards the broken flying boat.

"Since you are in such a hurry to leave, I will take you there!"

Suddenly, Wu Ping's voice came, and the two looked back. A big iron hammer was coming in an instant. It was impossible to avoid it.

"Ah! Ah!"

Two screams spread throughout the forest, blood and flesh flew everywhere, dyeing the rocks under their feet red.

After confirming that the two people were dead, Wu Ping felt a lightness on his body, as if some shackles had been removed from him.

After avenging Wu Bufan, he was not so happy in his heart, but more relieved.

At this time, dozens of young figures gathered next to the broken flying boat. They were the spiritual root awakeners selected by Lanyun Taoist Temple at the Ascension Conference.

Wu Ping glanced at them indifferently, ignored them, and flew away directly.

The fate of these people had nothing to do with him. Whether they could survive in this barren forest was not his concern.

Watching Wu Ping's figure disappear completely in the distance, the quiet forest suddenly became noisy.

Dozens of figures, all with a feeling of escaping a disaster, talked about it.

For the first time, they felt the power of the immortal cultivators, but more of it was the ruthless and cruel fight.

The strong will be strong, the weak will die!

Some people were terrified, some looked fierce, and some slumped on the ground...

One day later, Chang'an City, Sanqiang Blacksmith Shop.

Wu Ping's figure appeared here again. The black robe and black clothes had already been put into his storage bag, and he returned to his original appearance.

"Is this... a little beggar?"

In front of the blacksmith shop, a delicate figure was lying beside the threshold, with disheveled hair and dirty clothes.

Wu Ping didn't expect that he had locked the door for less than two days and came back to encounter such a thing. Wouldn't this affect the business of the blacksmith shop?

The spiritual sense was probed, and Wu Ping instantly understood the physical condition of the little beggar.

There was no disease in his body, and he fainted because he was "hungry".

Fortunately, I came back early, otherwise this little beggar would not last for an hour., will completely leave the world.

Thinking of this, Wu Ping sent out a stream of spiritual energy, gently repairing the fatigue of the little beggar's body.

In less than a few breaths, the little beggar's body had recovered, and his hazy eyes opened, but he was still a little weak.

"Brother..."

"Brother, is that you?"

"Tianyi finally found you."

Looking at the little beggar who fell into his arms, Wu Ping was numb. Before, he was only concerned with checking the other party's physical condition. Under the loose hair, he didn't pay attention to his face.

Now he saw it clearly, and a name appeared in Wu Ping's mind: Huang Tianyi.

It was the stubborn woman who was rejected by the three major immortal gates at the Centennial Ascension Conference.

The five elements of low-grade waste spiritual roots, no hope of cultivating immortals, and no awakening spiritual roots are not much different.

Gently pushing Huang Tianyi away, Wu Ping forced himself to smile and said in a gentle voice:

"Hello, little girl. My name is Wu Fan, not your brother. Your brother's surname should be "Huang".

Huang Tianyi was startled, with burning eyes, carefully looking at the man who looked very similar to his brother.

Wu Fan was as handsome as his brother and looked similar, but there were still some subtle differences. He had indeed made a mistake.

After the Ascension Conference, Huang Tianyi felt that she had lost the meaning of living. She followed her instinct to wander the streets of Chang'an City and finally fainted in front of the blacksmith shop.

Just now, when she was dying, she really felt that she was going to die, but the last warm force wrapped her up and saved her.

And at this time, she didn't feel hungry anymore.

Although Huang Tianyi looked very thin, she was very smart, perseverant, and able to endure hardships. Otherwise, it would be impossible for a little girl to survive these years safely after losing all her relatives.

After thinking about it, Huang Tianyi was very sure that it was the person in front of her who saved her, and that the other person was a very capable person.

She knew that her condition was definitely not something that ordinary people could save.

"Thank you, Brother Wu Fan, for saving my life. Tianyi has no way to repay you."

"Tianyi was a little curious, how did the benefactor know that my brother's last name was Huang?"