Don’t Mess with Shennong

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Wang Ping believes that if you want to increase the sales of mutated fruits, you must improve the quality. If each fruit can also enable the consumer to generate abilities, it is appropriate.

However, this matter seems unrealistic.

The quality of wild mutant spirits should be formulated by Heaven, and the artificially planted spirits are really not comparable.

If you carefully check the system warehouse, there are only two boxes of Shennong mineral water. Even if you pour all Shennong mineral water on a fruit tree, it may not make the fruit change magically.

Unless the system opens its eyes, it will send itself some higher quality fairy liquid agar.

But the system's attitude that hasn't been moving for a long time made him feel that such good deeds would never fall on his head.

Alas, let's practice honestly.

Wang Ping thought for a long time, but did not think of a solution. Then he found a futon in a depressed and boring way, sitting on the open space in the courtyard to practice.

Now the orchard is extremely abundant, and it is not afraid of being exhausted by crazy absorption.

The first rejuvenation of Reiki did indeed allow the souls of the whole world to feel the sharp increase in Reiki.

Close your eyes, concentrate your mind, and practice.

Yuanshen flew out of the flesh and formed the same handprint in mid-air, while absorbing the aura and strengthening the soul.

The bronze lamp higher up was originally obscured and listless, but seeing his master Wang Ping also cultivated, he suddenly showed a brighter light and enveloped his body and soul at the same time.

An extremely cool light slowly moisturizes Wang Ping's body and soul.

The speed at which Wang Ping's body absorbs Aura is like a vortex, which is extremely terrifying. At this time, a buff is added by the bronze lamp, and the speed of absorbing Aura is even more terrible.

Like a high-power range hood, Aura was sucked into the body and into the soul at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Some thin souls, like animated gradient frames, become solid at a very conspicuous speed. The clothing on the soul of the gods is also clearly visible, and the soul is like a real person.

Wang Ping, who was in the midst of condensing God, was quietly promoted to the late condensing **** at this time, so the vortex of absorbing the aura was bigger.

The aura of the whole orchard was stirred by him. The aura of the entire Wangjing village and the aura of the surrounding mountains merged into giant dragons and was sucked by him.

Wang Ping'an was immersed in cultivation, not paying attention to changes in the surrounding environment.

And those who were in the small courtyard of the villa silently stopped cultivation, because since Wang Ping practiced, they could not absorb the aura.

Then sitting on the stone steps at the door, sitting in a row, neat and tidy, without any words, quietly watching Wang Pinglian practice.

This has happened many times. As long as Wang Ping's cultivation is over, they will basically have nothing to do with them.

I thought I had enough Reiki now, everyone can practice together, and the result is still the same.

Even a bronze lamp is useless.

At this time, they also saw the difference in treatment of bronze lamps, in addition to licking the dog with a curse ... well, licking the lamp, there is no alternative.

Keep sucking and practicing until there is a special sense of fullness. Wang Ping's body and soul begin to glow at the same time, with a touch of golden light.

He knew that breaking through this last layer was another big realm.

However, at this level, he actually felt the suppression of heaven.

This means that his current state, at the current concentration of Reiki, has reached the apex and can no longer be promoted.

To put it another way, he is now the world's top group of masters. He can't be promoted, and Tiandao doesn't allow him to be promoted anymore.

"Laozi is full? Am I too diligent?" Wang Ping murmured in his heart. The soul returned to the flesh and slowly opened his eyes.

The peak of the concentration period is only one step away from the Jindan period.

"Oh, I will say, as long as there is enough Reiki, the state is not a problem at all, there will be no threshold at all, but I never expected that there is no threshold for itself, but Heavenly Path has limits."

Thinking of these in his heart, Wang Ping'an had already stood up from the futon.

When I saw a neat row of people sitting on the stone steps at the door, I was a little surprised: "Hey, you do n’t practice or sleep, what are you doing sitting here?"

"Look at your cultivation, what else can you do? Once you cultivate, none of us can cultivate." Sister Wang Fengxi said with a pout.

"I'm not cultivating for the time being, and I won't be cultivating again for a while. You can continue." Wang Ping waved his hands and yawned, ready to go back to bed.

A glance at the stars in the sky, it is estimated that the sky is going to dawn, and if you do not sleep again, there is no chance to sleep tonight.

Staying up late to repair immortals is too hard and hurts the body.

Who has the opportunity to sleep, who doesn't sleep?

Just like Xu Qing and Gu Qingcheng, when he heard that Wang Ping'an was going to sleep, he quietly followed him, preparing to sleep with him.

The bronze lamp found that the owner had left, and the light dimmed instantly, from the brightness of forty watts to the brightness of ten watts.

The people who stayed to continue their cultivation, glared at the bronze lamp and silently worked hard to cultivate.

They can figure out the efficacy of bronze lamps. Meditation is the basic function. The most important thing is to allow practitioners to produce a kind of unrelenting confidence in cultivation. What is wrong, what is the disorder, all is not a problem, crazy. Just absorb the aura.

Just like Wang Ping'an.

Although it is a hundred times different from Wang Ping's ability to absorb Reiki, it means the same as not being afraid of getting mad.

The next day, even if Wang Ping didn't get up from the bed, he could feel the noise outside.

Today Wangjing Village is very lively. Cultivators suddenly poured in hundreds of people. People with good luck had already booked a room at the Huaxi Hotel. Unlucky, they found a bed and breakfast at the villagers ’house early.

The worst group of latecomers could only meditate in the open air or set up tents.

The discovery of the magic weapon in the mountains near Wangjing Village, after a night of fermentation, has spread throughout the country and even the whole world.

Among this group of cultivators, there are even a few people from the Neon Kingdom and several Western scholars who do n’t know what country, holding a camera in their hands and pretending to be a normal tourist.

However, the power emerging from them has exposed the insider of the practitioner.

After eating breakfast, Wang Ping sat on the roof of his house and tasted tea. Occasionally, after reading the novel for a long time, he would look around the road outside the orchard. It was like a 5A scenic spot in Golden Tourism Week.

Every luxury car, like a bike without money, goes into this backcountry.

Standing behind Wang Ping, Xu Qing, who had been squeezing his shoulders for him, said inexplicably: "This world's enthusiasm for magic weapons is too strong? Yesterday there were so many people, only you found a broken lamp, how much more Are people coming in? "

A bronze lamp floating in the air silently absorbing solar energy shuddered slightly, indicating that he was lying down again.