This time the two women heard clearly and were sure they heard correctly.
However, the two of them still felt a little unconvinced by what Wang Ping said, and it felt very unreal.
Hou Tu suddenly came over, and under Wang Ping's dumbfounded gaze, he grabbed Wang Ping's face and pulled hard.
"Real touch, not a dream."
Hou Tu blinked slightly and said blankly.
In an instant, Wang Ping's face darkened.
His famous fellow Taoist Brother Ping was actually pinched by a woman.
Although this woman is one of the twelve ancestral witches of the witch clan and will be the empress Houtu who will become famous in the future, the problem is that she is a woman after all!
"Sorry, sorry, Brother Ping, I just want to verify whether I am dreaming."
Seeing Wang Ping's extremely dark expression, Hou Tu weakly pretended to be pitiful.
Wang Ping was helpless, what could he say, it seemed like the fault was his.
The depressed Wang Ping could only give up and just pinch it. Xuan Ming was the only one who saw it anyway.
With Xuan Ming's personality, it would not spread, otherwise he really wouldn't know how to get off this stage.
"Brother Ping, you, what you just said is true, do you really have it?"
Xuan Ming, however, paid no attention to such trivial matters. He looked at Wang Ping with stern eyes and spoke in a trembling tone.
From her words, you can hear how excited she was.
Because Xuan Ming knew clearly that their twelve ancestral witches had reached their limit now, otherwise they would not have left their cultivation level unimproved and set up any big formations.
But now Wang Ping tells them that there is a way to prove the Tao through force, which can help them become saints.
This made Xuan Ming not excited, as if he had seen the future and hope.
"That's for sure. Brother Ping, I never speak big words."
There was a smile in Wang Ping's eyes. He always felt a sense of accomplishment every time he saw famous guys like Honghuang showing such expressions in front of him.
After confirming it, Xuan Ming suddenly came over, grabbed Wang Ping's arm tightly, and asked Wang Ping to teach him.
"Xuan Ming's request has been detected, please choose."
"One, find an excuse to refuse to teach Xuan Ming and reward the magic weapon Zhaotian Seal."
"Two, directly agree to teach Xuan Ming, gain Xuan Ming's high favor, and reward fifty demon refining pot materials."
"Third, Xuan Ming will be taught on the condition that Xuan Ming agrees to surrender to the host, and he will be rewarded with the seventy-two techniques of immobilization."
The system voice sounded immediately, issuing a task to Wang Ping.
Wang Ping listened happily and began to compare.
The first option is for him to reject Xuan Ming.
I have just mentioned this and taught him. Doesn’t this make him unfaithful and capricious? No.
The reward for this option is a magic weapon called Zhaotian Seal.
This magic weapon is not too bad, at least Wang Ping knows about it.
Later in the Conferred God Period, the magic weapon of Luo Xuan, the Immortal in Flame, was used to set fire.
But for Wang Ping, it was not very useful, and because of the options, he decided not to choose it.
The second option is to ask Wang Ping to agree to teach Xuan Ming, and teach it directly.
The system said that the advantage of doing this is to gain Xuan Ming's high favor.
The confused Wang Ping scratched his head, how could he be so fond of her that he could commit himself to her?
Wang Ping was startled when he thought of this, but he knew that Xuan Ming's true form of the ancestral witch was a giant beast covered in bone spurs, very ferocious.
Of course he couldn't accept it based on his aesthetic sense.
But thinking about it carefully, Wang Ping suddenly realized that his body seemed not to be human, but Brother Flathead!
Besides, Xuan Ming doesn't transform into the true form of the ancestral witch when she has nothing to do. She usually looks like a beautiful woman.
If you think about it carefully, it's not unacceptable.
Wang Ping, who was thinking wildly, was thinking in a wrong direction. It took him a while to come back to his senses while wiping his saliva.
The reward for this option is fifty copies of the demon refining pot materials.
Sure enough, the system expected him to choose this option.
But then another voice rang, and a third option appeared.
Wang Ping listened curiously, and found out that this option was taught to him only if Xuan Ming agreed to surrender to the Wu clan.
Isn't this taking advantage of others' danger? Wang Ping would not do this.
There are many ways to conquer the Witch Clan, but doing so will only lead to disadvantage.
He himself taught the technique, and the witch clan must have listened to his words as they recited his great kindness.
It's not that subjugation is better than subjugation, so there's no need to put in any conditions.
The highest state of convincing people is always to convince people with virtue, just like the highest state of pretending is to pretend to be invisible.
If it is too deliberate, it will not have such a good effect.
The reward of this third option actually made Wang Ping slightly curious about the immobilization in the seventy-two techniques of Disha.
The seventy-two techniques of Earthly Evil are also different from the seventy-two transformations of Earthly Evil.
The seventy-two transformations are just a transformation technique, while the seventy-two techniques are seventy-two magical powers.
But when Sun Wukong learned it later, he learned it together with the seventy-two transformations and the seventy-two techniques.
When stealing peaches in the peach garden, Sun Wukong once used the technique of immobilization.
Moreover, Monkey King, the monkey, seems to like to use this trick very much, even on the way to learn Buddhist scriptures. He will immobilize other people's little monsters when nothing happens.
Although he was slightly interested in magic, after comparing the options, Wang Ping chose the second one.
The Seventy-Two Earthly Evil Techniques may sound very impressive, but in fact they are just a small technique, not even comparable to the Thirty-Six Divine Powers of Tiangang.
For example, the technique of immobilizing one's body can only immobilize those whose strength is lower than one's own, and is of no use to those whose strength is equal to or even higher than one's own.
If you have this time to worry about it, wouldn't it be nice to chase it and knock it out with your fist?
After some deliberation, Wang Ping finally decided to do the second one and pass it on his own.
"Brother Ping, fellow Taoist, your saliva is almost drooling. Wipe it quickly. Do you have a crush on Sister Xuanming?"
At this time, Hou Tu's voice suddenly sounded a little irritated.
After being stunned for a moment, Wang Ping looked up and saw Xuan Ming, who had let go of him, with a slight blush on his face and a little embarrassed look in his eyes. He quickly wiped the corners of his mouth subconsciously.
It must have been when he was thinking about the second option just now, his expression couldn't help but change.
"Ahem, don't talk nonsense. I'm just thinking about what it will be like when everyone becomes a saint and holds down Hongjun and rubs him."
With a slight cough, Wang Ping glared at Houtu, the guy who talked nonsense, and made excuses.
Without further ado, Wang Ping made up his mind, put his finger on Xuan Ming's eyebrows, and passed on the blood-moving and body-refining formula.
Then on Hou Tu's side, Wang Ping also passed a copy.
After a while, the two women opened their eyes after digesting the information on the exercises, and stared at Wang Ping dumbfounded.
"This, this, this technique is really beyond cognition."
Xuan Ming was amazed that he actually used blood to refine his body, stimulating the power from every pore in his body.
If it could be done, it would really be possible to prove the Tao through force.
But the problem is that it will definitely take a long time to reach that level.
Are Hongjun and Tiandao willing to give them this time and let them grow up?
"By the way, host, I'd like to remind you that it will take tens of millions of years to master the blood-moving and body-refining art."
After hearing Xuan Ming's words, just when Wang Ping was about to show off, the system suddenly said.
