The Path to Becoming Immortal

The little head was said by the guy in front of him, and he was particularly angry. Lu Qi must let the other party know the price of calling him a nickname.

Lu Qi threw a fist with hatred and rushed forward.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided. Ning Ping's seemingly ordinary punch had been brewing for a long time.

Lu Qi only felt a wave of power flowing into his body along his fist.

It was as if a huge wave appeared out of thin air in front of him, enveloping him.

"Puff..."

As the terrifying fist force hit his body, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his feet staggered as he retreated.

But what shocked him was that the other party quickly stabilized his body and followed closely.

"Wow, Brother Ning, you are so powerful!" Fu Yanyan saw that Ning Ping's punch was successful, and she was immediately happy and jumped up.

"Small head, it's a pity that you don't have a big head, otherwise I would have saved myself a lot of trouble!"

Looking at the other party's small head, Ning Ping couldn't help but think of Ye Zhuang's words again, and shook his head secretly in his heart.

In his eyes, Ye Zhuang was just a child, and maybe he just said it casually.

After the voice fell, Ning Ping punched again.

"Ah! My brother will never let you go! You all have to die!"

Lü Qi shouted with a ferocious face. At this time, his body had not yet completely stood firm, and it was obvious that he could not block the other party's punch.

And of course he also knew that the other party was definitely going to kill him. They had killed so many people before, and they would never stop, so they simply didn't bother to beg for mercy.

"Bang..."

The follow-up punch knocked the other party directly to the ground. The punch force plus the terrifying pressure instantly made the other party bleed from all seven orifices.

"Ning Ping, let me do it! This guy just spoke rudely to me!"

As he was talking, Fu Yanyan had already arrived and kicked the other person in the face.

"Bang bang bang..."

After a few kicks, Lu Qi's head was completely deformed and could no longer be seen. His breath was completely gone.

"So cool!"

After seeing that the other person was dead, Fu Yanyan felt happy.

"Hey, Brother Fu, does this guy really have a big-headed brother?"

Ning Ping stared at the dead Lu Qi and suddenly asked with a strange look on his face.

"Hey, how do you know? He does have a big-headed brother. They are a pair of funny people in Lingyuan Fairy City! But they are very strong and not many people dare to laugh at them! Humph, they laugh at me from time to time! I finally vent my anger now!"

"How strong is that big-headed brother? Tell me!"

Ning Ping couldn't help but frowned slightly when he heard this. Could it be that what Ye Zhuang said was true...

"What's wrong? Do you know him? That guy is called Lu Meng, known as the puppet fairy, and his cultivation is in the heavenly fairyland. I haven't dealt with him, but I heard that he is very strong!"

"Oh..."

Ning Ping nodded thoughtfully and remembered the name of Lu Meng in his heart.

"Come on, don't worry about them, we should divide the spoils!"

Fu Yanyan didn't have time to care about the big head and the small head at this time, and directly took all the storage rings on the ground into her hands.

After a while of searching, Fu Yanyan stared at Ning Ping with a flushed face, and said with a trembling mouth.

"Ning Ping..."

"What's wrong!?"

"We've made a fortune..."

"Oh? How much?" Ning Ping's eyes lit up.

Now, with the recovery plan he has taken on, the more cultivation resources he has, the better.

"There are more than 5,000..."

"That's a lot..."

Ning Ping glanced around. At this time, there were only more than a hundred people lying on the ground. The rest were probably robbed by others.

Fu Yanyan quickly split it in half and held out both rings.

"Come on, half for each of you, pick one at random!"

"Okay!"

Ning Ping took one at random. As for other magic weapons, there were actually very few.

So far, Ning Ping has only seen the man he killed for the first time once, and Fu Yanyan has a big sword on her body.

The magic weapon used here is far less powerful than a fist. Under the terrifying pressure, without the blessing of immortal essence, the magic weapon is worse than ordinary iron.

Of course, this may also be considered to encounter dangerous situations.

"How many fairy fruits do you have?"

Fu Yanyan happily put them away and turned to ask.

"I have a total of 4,800 here." Ning Ping glanced and blurted out.

"Not bad! I also have 4,720 here!"

"Oh! Then should we split them equally?" Ning Ping said with a thought in his mind.

Since the two of them were working together, Ning Ping really didn't care if there were more or less.

"It's okay! That's all, we'll hand them in anyway, you'll be first and I'll be second! Haha, it's really worth coming here this time! I heard that in previous years, at most there were only 10,000 fairy fruits, but this time we have them all."

Fu Yanyan also rejected Ning Ping's proposal without a care, with an unstoppable joy on her face.

"Let's go! We can climb the stairs. There are only three days left, and it's time to leave!"

After that, the two walked towards the stairs together.

As she stepped onto the stairs, Fu Yanyan's whole body was shocked, and then she stopped and began to regulate her breathing.

Ning Ping followed closely behind.

"In fact, climbing this staircase is what we, the physical cultivators, value the most. It is of great benefit to the tempering of the flesh."

Fu Yanyan said casually while regulating her breath.

Ning Ping had also felt this when he stepped on it before.

Under the gravity on this staircase that was much greater than that outside, his whole body seemed to be baptized again.

Especially his bones. Ning Ping felt as if they were denser just after stepping on a few steps.

With every step up, the pressure increased a little. It seemed not much, but it was constantly breaking through the limit.

As soon as he stepped on the fifth step, Ning Ping felt that his whole body began to tremble violently. This was his limit.

"Wait for me! I didn't expect your thin body to be so strong!"

Fu Yanyan, who fell behind, saw Ning Ping surpass her and began to complain.

But when she spoke, her body trembled even more.

"Don't talk, don't be anxious! Take your time."

Ning Ping didn't look back. After giving instructions, he continued to regulate his breath to recover.

At this moment, his muscles were numb under the heavy pressure, and his bones kept making bursts of noise.

Now his whole body was burning, as if he was in a kiln.

And in this torment, his whole body was constantly tempered by the heavy pressure.

After fully adapting, Ning Ping continued to move forward.

In this way, the two of them climbed towards the top of the mound step by step.