After spending most of the day, Yang Jian climbed up the mountain again.
Just when Yang Jian happily thought that Wang Ping would accept him this time, Wang Ping was rolled down the mountain again.
Dumbfounded Yang Jian stared blankly at the stone in front of him. Could it be that he had guessed wrong and that the old god really did not intend to accept him as his disciple?
"No, it's not. You must still test me. I'll do it again."
Gritting his teeth, Yang Jian climbed up the mountain again.
At the top of the mountain, Wang Ping thought happily, how many times he wanted Yang Jian to climb the mountain.
"This guy said that Brother Ping, my Taoist friend, I have a sinister look and a lustful look on my face, and that I am not a good person. Let's say one word once or twelve times."
After thinking for a while, Wang Ping made up his mind with a smile.
Wang Ping then returned to the cave, where Yang Chan was practicing.
After looking at it for a while, Wang Ping thought of a treasure, the lotus lantern.
This treasure is Yang Chan's representative and must be obtained. It seems to be at Nuwa's place.
Time and time again, when Yang Jian was driven down the mountain for the fifth time, he began to doubt his life.
Is this old god really not planning to accept him?
With a look of confusion on his face, Yang Jian sat there blankly, thinking about whether to find other opportunities.
But it was not easy to meet an old god. He would meet another god wherever he went.
Immortals are not Chinese cabbage. If he misses this, he may never meet again.
"It's definitely still a test. It's only been five times. I'll keep climbing."
After thinking for a while, Yang Jian made up his mind, gritted his teeth and continued to climb up the mountain.
Yang Jianhun didn't know that he climbed the mountain over and over again just because he scolded someone.
Otherwise, fearing him for two or three times is probably enough, and it is impossible to let him crawl all the time.
Again and again, blinking five times, Yang Jian crawled sleeplessly.
It has to be said that Yang Jian is worthy of being a demigod, and ordinary people really can't support it.
Even so, even after ten times, Yang Jian couldn't bear it anymore.
It’s not that my body can’t bear it, it’s that my mentality can’t bear it.
At this moment, Yang Jian's mentality was a little broken. Could it be that he had guessed wrong, and the old god had no intention of accepting him at all.
"Forget it, forget it, if I don't worship him, I, Yang Jian, will have no hope."
Thinking in his mind, Yang Jian gave up on continuing to climb the mountain.
This has happened ten times, ten times, even if the old god tests him, it should be enough.
But the old god still didn't speak, and it seemed that he didn't intend to accept him at all.
Yang Jian wasn't stupid enough to say harsh words or anything. He just waved his hand and threw him down the mountain. He would definitely not be able to beat him.
Turning around, Yang Jian was ready to leave.
"Why, are you ready to give up now? It's only been ten times. You want to be my disciple of the Sky-Exploding Saint. Can't you bear this little hardship?"
Seeing that Yang Jian was about to give up after being tortured by him, Wang Ping's voice came down from the mountain.
Yang Jian was stunned for a moment when he heard Wang Ping's words. After he came to his senses, his eyes showed a deep look of ecstasy.
Does this mean that you agreed to accept him as your disciple?
The Sky-Exploding Saint, what a domineering name!
Yang Jian, who was overjoyed, shouted: "Old immortal, my disciple has not given up."
"If you haven't given up, why are you still hanging around? Climbing a mountain!"
Wang Ping's voice came, snorting coldly.
Yang Jian was so surprised that he climbed up the mountain without saying a word using his hands and feet.
But when he went up, before he could see Wang Ping clearly, he was swept down the mountain again.
"I……"
Yang Jian had the urge to curse. What did it mean? Why did it throw him down the mountain again?
On the mountain, Wang Ping's voice sounded: "This is the last time. If you come again, if you are not convinced, I will do it three more times."
"Be convinced, disciples are convinced."
Yang Jian was stunned for a moment and hurriedly agreed.
As long as there is hope, it will be done, why not just climb again, climb.
But this time, Yang Jian found that it was not that simple. As he climbed higher, he felt more and more resistance.
There is no doubt that Wang Ping is the one who did the trick. Wang Ping wanted to see Yang Jian's limits.
"What's going on, damn it!"
Yang Jian gritted his teeth, his face turned red, and he tried to climb up.
At the beginning, Yang Jian could continue to crawl, but later he had to take a break from time to time, and the intervals became longer and longer.
During the process, Yang Jian was sweating like crazy, and his clothes were already soaked with sweat.
Several times, Yang Jian wanted to give up, but in the end he persisted regardless of what he thought of.
However, as the resistance increased, it was no longer just a matter of persistence, but also a test of physical condition.
"I will definitely be able to go up, roar!"
Yang Jian yelled, grabbed a rock above with trembling hands, and continued to climb.
At this moment, the only thing that supports Yang Jian is the belief in saving his mother and sister.
At the beginning, Yang Jian was still awake. Later, he gradually became numb and climbing up became a subconscious behavior.
Wave after wave of power surged out of his body, until it was all exhausted. Yang Jian finally passed out, turned over and fell down.
Before Yang Jian could fall, a strong wind swept Yang Jian to the top of the mountain.
"Not bad, very good!"
Wang Ping nodded with satisfaction. He really recognized Yang Jian's performance.
A burst of mana bounced into Yang Jian's body, and Yang Jian woke up leisurely.
"From now on, you are my disciple."
Looking at Yang Jian, Wang Ping tried his best to pretend to be a master.
Yang Jian, who was stunned for a moment, was ecstatic and hurriedly bowed down and called his master.
Wang Ping didn't talk nonsense, and passed down all the moves that he thought were suitable for Yang Jian, such as the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique, the Blood-moving Body Refining Technique, and the Fighting Holy Body.
"Practice well and don't embarrass me. Here are some treasures needed for practice."
After teaching the technique, Wang Ping threw something.
Yang Jian was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked him.
Wang Ping said: "From now on, you will practice on this mountain. You are not allowed to go down the mountain even half a step without my order. And if I don't allow it, you won't be able to go down the mountain either. Master, I am going to travel to visit friends."
The confused Yang Jian scratched his head, taught him the skills and gave him cultivation treasures, but the master was about to run away. Isn't this too irresponsible?
He was speechless in his heart, so Yang Jian naturally did not dare to speak out.
The exercise information Wang Ping gave him was very detailed, and everything that needed to be noted had been noted.
As long as you practice according to it, there won't be any problems at all.
Wang Ping didn't care what Yang Jian thought, he took Yang Chan and disappeared without a trace.
One day later, Wang Ping sneaked into Nuwa Palace.
When she heard that Wang Ping was coming, Nuwa hurriedly came out to greet him.
Now Wang Ping's status in the prehistoric period is definitely not lower than that of Hongjun, and even the saints do not dare to neglect him.
"she is?"
Looking at Yang Chan in shock, Nuwa asked in shock.
Wang Ping smiled and said: "Have you sensed some connection between her and you? Nuwa, please take out the lotus lamp. That lamp is more suitable for her."
"No wonder the Lotus Lantern has been glowing recently. It turns out that it sensed her."
Nuwa, who looked at Yang Chan curiously, took it out without saying anything.
The Lotus Lantern appeared, flying towards Yang Chan, and disappeared into Yang Chan's body in a flash.
"Thank you. I don't want it in vain. Nuwa, you are cultivating the power of creation. I give you this crystal of creation."
Wang Ping said with a smile, turned his hand and threw a big blue stone.
There is an ever-changing mist lingering outside the stone, and it seems that it is not a simple thing at first glance.
"What, such a big fortune crystal?"
When she saw the stone, Nuwa's beautiful eyes suddenly widened with disbelief on her face.
