Zhang Musheng's face was slightly cold, and he looked at the disciple in front of him coldly, he didn't expect such a lowly kid to dare to be arrogant enough with a master of his dignified Yuanying realm, which made him feel angry when he looked at Gan Ping, the more wrong this Mu Sheng's eyes became, it was obvious that the kid in front of him was not very old, but it was a little unbelievable that he could cultivate to this point at this age.

Slowly, Mu Sheng's eyes changed a little, originally just a slightly angry look, and immediately rose with a burst of killing intent, such a talented person, staying in the hands of the opponent, is simply a scourge. With this subordinate, it will not take a few years, and it will be a role like Mo Yifeng, and at that time, his position in the Xianling Sect will be even more embarrassing, so he simply does not do anything, and takes advantage of the absence of the elders of his sect to eliminate this hidden danger.

After making up his mind, Zhang Musheng squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "Junior, do you know who you are talking to?" Obviously, it is to tear the skin and make a desperate move to eliminate this hidden danger in the future.

Gan Ping clearly felt that the infant monk in front of him had a murderous intent towards him, and the monstrous ferocity was coming, almost suffocating himself, and at this moment Gan Ping knew the difference between himself and these great monks.

Bu Yizhen, who Gan Ping killed before, was already in the realm of running out of oil and lamps, and the so-called hairy phoenix is not as good as a chicken, nothing more than that. Therefore, Gan Ping did not notice the difference in this realm, as for the time when he was against the demon fairy, the demon fairy did not completely break the seal, otherwise, the demon immortal whose body was fully displayed could crush Gan Ping, a little monk, with his momentum alone, where could he escape?

Gan Ping's palms were already full of sweat, beads of sweat were dripping down his head, and his face was even pale, but he still insisted on spitting out a few words with difficulty: "Right and wrong, feel at ease!" Although Gan Ping was holding the Qingyuan Sword Talisman in his hand, he doubted at this moment whether he had a chance to release this killer weapon, at this moment, Gan Ping understood for the first time what was called the huge gap in strength, and he was shrouded by the monk's qi machine of the Yuanying realm, and he couldn't even move a little finger.

Seeing that Gan Ping could still speak under his own pressure, Zhang Musheng's eyes flashed with fierce light, the more outstanding the disciple in front of him, the more he couldn't leave him, and in an instant, the momentum on his body skyrocketed, and his clothes were bulging, and it was obvious that he wanted to kill Gan Ping.

Seeing that Gan Ping actually confronted this Yuanying Monk, Zeng Qi behind him was as pale as dirt, and seeing that the Yuanying Monk had murderous thoughts towards Gan Ping, he couldn't help but pray in his heart. That Zeng Qi was even more thoughtful, and the cold rain on the side saw them muttering endlessly, and couldn't help but be a little curious, and listened attentively. I only heard Zeng Qi muttering there, "Where are the old immortals in the inner gate, they usually come out to point fingers, but now when they are really used, they are all gone." If this Gan Ping brother has something to do, maybe Mo Shouzuo will be angry, and he will go to the Xianling Sect to wash the blood, the old immortal, the old seniors, come out quickly..."

Slightly speechless retracted his thoughts, Leng Yuye felt extremely depressed, he didn't expect that he would come to make peace with this Gan Ping today, and it was really difficult for him to catch up with such a thing. But he Leng Yu is not that afraid of things, usually only he is arrogant, to be honest, he is not very eye-catching to the opposite Zhang Yifan, but even so, but the power is stronger than people, there is a Yuan Ying sitting on the opposite side, it depends on how this matter ends today.

Just when everyone had their own thoughts and felt that Zhang Musheng was going to make a move on Gan Ping, the Zhang Mu Sheng's originally bulging clothes suddenly calmed down slowly, a pair of fine eyes flashed, glanced up and down at Gan Ping a few times, glanced at the inner disciple behind him, and stayed on Huo'er's body for a moment, and the greed in his eyes was overflowing. "Boy, there is a kind, I, Zhang Musheng, am not good at bullying the small, forget this matter today, sell your elders a face, and I will not be touched by me in the future..."

Let's say, turned around and was about to leave with everyone, but Zhang Yifan stepped forward without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and his eyes swept to Huo'er from time to time, "Third uncle, why are you..." Before he could finish speaking, that Zhang Mu Sheng had already slapped him on the head heavily, "Let's go!" and immediately took the people of the Xianling Sect away, leaving behind a group of disciples who were confused.

Seeing that there was no more excitement to see, these inner disciples immediately relaxed, talking loudly about the battle situation just now, and those who did not move were just as interested. From time to time, someone came to Gan Ping, greeted him loudly, and after a battle together, the distance between these people immediately narrowed a lot, and even the cold rain was greeted by many "warm".

Leng Yu rubbed his shoulders with a wry smile, and with his own body cultivation, where could he withstand the "affectionate" greetings of these liquid realm senior brothers, and for a while, he couldn't help but feel sore, and he could only smile helplessly and secretly dodge these unscrupulous senior brothers.

Gan Ping almost talked to Zeng Qi at this time, since he came to this Xiandu Peak to practice skills that day, Gan Ping has not seen this Senior Brother Zeng for a long time, but what he didn't expect was that this Zeng Qi actually cultivated to the realm of liquid in a short period of time, it seems that it is not only himself, this Senior Brother Zeng Qi has obviously had an adventure.

After a few words of greeting, it was really because there were many people, and it was inconvenient for Gan Ping to talk to Zeng Qi in detail, so he made an appointment to go to Hualongfeng as a guest when Zeng Qi had nothing to do, and Gan Ping left in a hurry with Huo'er. The cold rain was nothing, and he was dragged to the inner door by Zeng Qi and others, shouting that he must take good care of this bold little brother, who did not change his face to more than ten disciples of the Xianling Sect.

Although it was a little strange why that Zhang Musheng left suddenly, Gan Ping had already faintly sensed that this matter must be related to the elders of the sect, after all, this place was under the peak of the immortal capital of the inner gate of the Miaocheng Sect, if a master of the outer sect was allowed to make a move on the disciples in the sect, then the face of the Miaocheng Sect would not be necessary.

In an instant, the place that was extremely noisy just now was immediately silent, and only the trees on the ground that had been shattered by the sword light magic weapon could show what a fierce battle had just passed.

The wind blew quietly, and the transparent space in mid-air was distorted, and an old man with gray hair flashed out of it, with a jade ruler in his hand, constantly beating in his palm, his face full of thought. "This little cub of the Immortal Tomb Sect is really getting more and more unbearable, and he actually wants to do something to the back of a liquid realm, it's really..." As if muttering to himself, the old man shook his head slightly and sighed softly.

With the sound of his words, the light on the other side flashed, and several figures flashed from it, "No, no, this Xianling Sect is a belly of bad water from top to bottom, it is already unbearable, what do you say is more and more unbearable?" As if soft as boneless, a young man was lazily reclining in the air, but it was a pity that although he was crooked and half leaning there, the place he was leaning on was indeed empty, and the real person was just half-lying in the clouds, unspeakably weird and awkward.

The old man who spoke earlier rolled his eyes, ignored the argument, and turned his head to look at the tall old man on the side, "Senior Brother Xuzheng, what do you think?" If Gan Ping was present, he would definitely find that this person who was called Xuzheng was the peerless master who laid down the Shattering Star Sword Formation on the top of the Tungshan Mountain Hall that day, and struck away the existence of the clouds with a sword. "Hmph, it's not the trick of jealousy, but this kid also knows the opportunity, and he immediately changed his face when he noticed that it was not good, otherwise as long as he dared to sell, he would definitely give him a good look. ”

The kid in this false and honest mouth is naturally Zhang Musheng who threatened and intimidated Gan Ping just now, speaking of which, in the eyes of these old monsters, that Zhang Musheng can be regarded as a kid. "Forget it, it's not right for that kid to make a move on a junior disciple, but what's the difference between us and it? Fifty steps and a hundred steps of laughter, such a scene is the best. Another old man on the side said with his shoulders loose.

"That's it, let's go back, there's nothing good to watch. I'm waiting for Taoguang to be obscure for hundreds of years, aren't we just waiting for the opportunity for this sect to flourish? Ladies and gentlemen, it's better to go and comprehend the I Ching of the Mountains as soon as possible. The gray-haired old man who had spoken before said to the crowd, and when they heard him say this, they all fell silent, and gradually dispersed in the air and disappeared.

Only the evil spirit, lazy, half-leaning in the air The young man's eyes rolled and shouted, "You old and immortal, that kid fought hard to retrieve this Lianshan Treasure Book, you are like no one, he doesn't care if he is bullied under the nose of this Xiandu Peak, what kind of senior master can he be?" shouted a few times in succession, and seeing that no one paid attention to him, his handsome face became bitter, his eyes grunted for a while, he sneered twice, and his figure disappeared without a trace.