The Path to Becoming Immortal

Then Ning Ping began to practice diligently. The Changsheng Gong was indeed a more advanced technique. After taking another Zengyuan Pill at night, he was one step closer to the third level of the Qi Refining Stage.

The soul power was also refined smoothly. Now it was much faster than before. It was all refined overnight, and there was a faint feeling of soul filling.

After saying goodbye to Shen Qingyao the next day, Ning Ping found a blacksmith shop and spent one gold to make a two-pronged fork with two spikes. It was originally difficult to use a tree branch, not to mention that he was afraid of unnecessary trouble after it was damaged during hunting.

Then Ning Ping went directly out of the city and started a new round of hunting monsters.

However, this time he didn't have the good luck of the previous few days. He didn't encounter a single hurricane wolf for the whole afternoon. Instead, other cultivators encountered several waves, but Ning Ping quietly bypassed them.

After a few days, Ning Ping still got nothing and slowly went deep into the eastern wilderness.

That night, Ning Ping was frustrated and found a big tree to rest. When it was almost dawn, a huge roar that was obviously different from that of the Swift Wolf came from afar.

After carefully identifying the direction and comparing it with the map, he found that he had gone so deep that he had come to the edge of the activity range of the monster saber-toothed tiger. The huge roar just now must have been the sound of the saber-toothed tiger.

Since it seemed to be only two or three miles away, Ning Ping's heart moved, and his soul flew out. After a while, he saw a huge figure in the distance confronting several Swift Wolves, and the saber-toothed tiger was holding a dead prey under its claws. It seemed that the Swift Wolves were also coveting this prey.

As he got closer, he saw that the most notable feature of the saber-toothed tiger was its two thick and long fangs, which curved all the way to its chin. Ning Ping had never seen a tiger before, and only saw some descriptions of it in some books. Now he had a comparison. The saber-toothed tiger was twice as big as the Swift Wolf. It was indeed very imposing and majestic. No wonder the purchase price was ten times higher than that of the Swift Wolf, reaching 10 crystal stones per head.

Both of them were predatory monsters, and they were actually very cautious when confronting each other. However, judging from the disdainful look of the saber-toothed tiger, it did not take the wolves on the opposite side seriously at all.

After a while, the wolf could not suppress its greed and tried to attack the saber-toothed tiger, but was slapped away by the opponent's claws. The combat power was not at the same level at all. In the end, the remaining Swift Wolf had to turn around and disappear into the darkness helplessly.

At this time, Ning Ping suddenly became energetic. With his own advantages, hunting this saber-toothed tiger and the swift wolf was actually not much different. Anyway, it was not a direct confrontation. However, just in case, he had to kill the swift wolves that were heading towards his body first.

Not long after, several swift wolves had come closer. At this moment, the soul body was holding a strange two-toothed harpoon and waiting for a long time.

With the advantage of speed, this time all five swift wolves were killed one by one. After putting them away, he looked excitedly in the direction of the saber-toothed tiger in the distance.

It may be due to the noise caused by the hunting of the swift wolf just now. At this moment, the saber-toothed tiger changed its position and squatted in the deep grass a little further away, but it could not escape under the divine consciousness.

Slowly flew to the side of the saber-toothed tiger. Just as the harpoon in his hand was slowly approaching, the saber-toothed tiger suddenly seemed to notice something. It suddenly sat up straight and stared blankly at the front.

Ning Ping couldn't help but get nervous at this moment. This beast was huge, and with its fierce eyes, it looked powerful without even getting angry.

Seeing the saber-tooth tiger was still, Ning Ping seized the opportunity and stabbed forward fiercely.

"Roar..." A truly earth-shaking roar echoed in the wilderness, and the unwillingness and pleasure in the roar sounded particularly obvious.

The saber-tooth tiger jumped up, and its four claws scratched everywhere randomly. The whirring sound of its claws breaking through the air was terrifying.

There was no doubt that if he was to face such a monster directly, he would definitely have no chance of winning.

The main body also came to the side, and with a thought, the two merged into one, and just quietly waited for the saber-tooth tiger to bleed to death.

The sky gradually brightened, and the saber-tooth tiger slowly crouched down, sticking out its tongue, and roaring from time to time, and was already on his deathbed.

But at this moment, Ning Ping's face suddenly changed and he looked to the side. He also vaguely understood why the saber-toothed tiger suddenly sat up straight when he assassinated it just now.

At this time, three monks appeared a hundred feet away. They had already discovered Ning Ping and quickly approached him. The leader was still flying slowly on a flying sword.

Ning Ping resisted the idea of ​​entering invisibility. The other party had already discovered him. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he did not want to expose his ability that was different from ordinary people. So he calmed down and looked at the person who came.

Releasing spiritual sense to observe also consumes soul power. Ning Ping could not always maintain spiritual sense observation. In fact, most monks rely on the induction ability brought by the soul. Just now, it was discovered that these people were the induction ability of powerful souls.

"This brother has good means. With such a low cultivation level, he can hunt saber-toothed tigers alone. Let us admire him very much." The monk who stepped on the flying sword came over with his eyes darting around and looked around the whole place carefully.

"It's just a small trick, not worthy of being shown on the stage." Ning Ping also took a look at the other people. The cultivator in front of him who was riding a flying sword had a long face and narrow eyes. He was probably at the 5th level of the Qi Refining Stage. He looked very dignified in his white robe.

The other two were one tall and one short, both at the 4th level of Qi Refining Stage. What impressed Ning Ping was the short monk, whose eyes were very sharp and gleaming, and he was an extremely shrewd person.

"Hey, brother, you are too modest. Even if the three of us were to deal with such an adult saber-toothed tiger, it would be quite strenuous. I wonder if you can tell us a little so that we can learn from you. Do you use a bow and arrow?" The long-faced monk also put away his flying sword at this moment and asked Ning Ping.

Although he also saw the strange harpoon in Ning Ping's hand, he really didn't expect that the other party used this thing to hunt the saber-toothed tiger.

"Haha, it's just a little trap, not worth mentioning." Ning Ping responded vaguely.

"Brother Yun, he didn't use a bow and arrow. The saber-toothed tiger didn't have bows and arrows. It was blinded and bled to death. I didn't expect that the monster we have been tracking for a day would be caught by you, brother." The short monk said in a few words that the saber-toothed tiger was the prey they tracked first.

Ning Ping felt a little cold when he heard it. It turned out that the long-faced monk was named Yun. At this moment, of course, he understood what the other party meant. He first made a point verbally. Anyway, the monster would not speak, so they could say whatever they wanted.

"Brother, if I am not wrong, you killed it with the harpoon in your hand. I really can't figure out how you can successfully hunt this second-level monster with this mere mortal." Seeing that Ning Ping had no intention of talking, the short monk continued to talk to himself.