"Bang!" Mo Yifeng slapped his palm on the solid coffee table carved from golden willow wood, shaking the tea bowl on it and splashing in all directions. "Iron Gate Sect, hum..." Mo Yongfeng sneered, "What, dare to hunt down and kill my Miaocheng Sect disciple, isn't it impatient? It's just a fairy weapon to protect the mountain, give him three points of color, he actually opened a dyeing workshop, what a big guts!" "This disciple of his own has not returned for nearly a month, Mo Yongfeng has already been anxious in his heart, although he has already received a hint from the head of the house, Gan Ping encountered a human robbery this time, and he must not interfere, but when he heard that Feng Xingyuan was chasing and killing his disciple, he still couldn't help but scold angrily with a hot temperament.

The gentle silent voiceless on the side glanced at him and pulled his sleeve, Mo Yifeng realized that something was wrong, and glanced at the senior brother who was sitting high above, and then sat down indignantly. A month ago, because of the silent matter, Mo Yongfeng and Wuyin were in retreat at that Miao Cui Peak to heal, knowing that he had only left the customs a few days ago, and learned that his disciple Gan Ping was missing, and he was furious at the moment, and scolded Xiao Motian, who took Gan Ping out that day, and by the way, his senior brother Wuyunzi was also robbed by him, his disciple has been missing for so long, and he doesn't know it, but how can you still be so free?

However, the appearance of the Angerless True Person made him discourage the plan to go out of the mountain to find his beloved disciple, as early as when Xiaomo Tiancang reported Gan Ping's disappearance, the Angerless True Person had already invited the elders who were good at divination in the sect to come forward and deduce the heavenly opportunity. Although Gan Ping's natal constellation is slightly dim, it is the image of a catastrophe, but it has atmospheric luck, and it will definitely be able to turn the crisis into safety, and this son is facing the human tribulation in the cultivation of heaven and man.

This is also a disciple like Gan Ping, who has great luck and is regarded as a sign of prosperity by the elders of the Wuxing Sect, if he is replaced by someone else, where can he come forward in person without anger, and ask the Taishang Elder to deduce the heavenly opportunity, and he has already issued an order to block this thousand miles and investigate inch by inch. Wu Anger knows that a disciple with great luck like Gan Ping is an extraordinary person, if some of them interfere at will, it will definitely disturb the opportunity of this disciple, according to the Taishang Elder, this Gan Ping is not only safe and sound this time, but also has a great opportunity, maybe it is the opportunity for the sect to prosper.

Thinking of this, the angerless real person couldn't help nodding slightly, looking at Gan Ping, who was standing with His Royal Highness, and secretly admired in his heart, but after more than a month of hard work, this son actually jumped several steps in a row, reaching the realm of liquid. Looking at the depth of his qi now, it is obvious that it is not a cultivation obtained by tricks, although this entry is fast, but the foundation is extremely solid. What's even more rare is that this son didn't know what he had experienced when he went out this time, but he had washed away all his immature energy, his whole body was introverted, deep and generous, and he stood there with a style of cultivating and accomplicing.

The angerless real person couldn't help but secretly marvel at himself, this Gan Ping in front of him was only fifteen years old, although he had excellent qualifications, and he was born with a supreme yang spirit body, but he would not be able to cultivate so quickly. Everyone in the Tungshan Hall stared at Gan Ping, as if they were looking at some rare treasure, no wonder these people were surprised, Gan Ping had only been missing for a short period of more than a month, but his cultivation had risen sharply, and he had jumped from the middle level of condensation to the initial level of liquid, and he was only half a step away from the middle level of liquid, and there was a possibility of a breakthrough at any time.

Touching his nose, Gan Ping looked at the unrighteous monkey who had already thrown into the arms of the boundless man and complained about it, and in the face of so many curious and doubtful eyes, he told his experience this time. There are no outsiders in the temple of Tongshan, only the head of the house is a real person without anger, the two masters of Gan Ping and Wuyin, and the two heads of Wushen are on the side, and they are obviously close people. Gan Ping didn't want to hide anything, he just told his experience one by one, of course, the embarrassing situation with the two sisters of Bi Rou and Bi Xin was not confided in for half a minute.

Although Na Bi Tenderness kept saying that she wanted to come to her own sect to explain something, but Gan Ping didn't care, how could such a shameful thing be subdivided in front of this crowd? Her difficult rhetoric was just to intimidate Gan Ping, but as for why she had to come to Miao Chengzong to watch the ceremony, only she knew the reason.

Listening to Gan Ping's ups and downs, everyone couldn't help but hissed and inhaled, exclaimed repeatedly, and said that when Nabu Yizhen died in his hands, Gan Ping obviously found that the head of the house was angry and the real person frowned slightly, but even if he stretched out, his heart couldn't help but be relieved. When talking about the strange time of the outside world in the witch tomb for a day and a year, everyone showed a look of sudden realization, and finally knew why Gan Ping's cultivation was so fast. When he said that the peerless demon fairy appeared, he almost survived, everyone was full of praise, looking at this little disciple's gaze has been with admiration, after all, even if it is extremely weak, the demon fairy is also a genuine immortal, Gan Ping can escape from its hands, it can be described as a blessing.

Some of the joints Gan Ping deliberately omitted, the people in the hall are all smart and abnormal characters, Gan Ping's little trick can't hide from these people at all, but everyone didn't say anything, could it be that they can still covet the treasure of a little disciple with their identity? Gan Ping finished telling his experience this month, and the hall was silent, although he knew that Gan Ping had suffered a catastrophe, but who would have thought that this little disciple had experienced so many tribulations and thrilling pasts in this month, and it was a great luck to come back safe and sound.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Gan Ping took a step forward, took out a box from the ring, raised his hands above his head, and said loudly: "Disciple Gan Ping, kill Nabu Yizhen, this Lianshan Yishu was obtained from him, and he set up a great enemy for the sect in vain, please punish the master of the sect!" Counting Tianzong's Zhenshan Treasure Book, that Tianzong can have such a status today, this Lianshan Yijing is indispensable, and the immature boy in front of him has such ability, and he actually snatched back the Zhenshan Treasure Book of Tianzong, which is really extraordinary.

At this moment, the always calm and unangry real person couldn't do it anymore, and in surprise, he actually stood up from the chair on the main hall, and two sword-like gazes swept down, "Lianshan Treasure Book?" At the end of the day, Gan Ping only felt that the boundless power was falling from the top of his head, oppressing himself so much that he could not breathe, and his heart was shocked, although this angerless real person was only the cultivation of the peak of the Yuan Infant, but compared to the power of his master Mo Yifeng, it was even stronger than the power of his master, Mo Yifeng, it was obvious that this angerless real person had accumulated extremely strong, if he broke through the realm of the Yuan Shen once, the achievement would be even higher than Mo Yifeng.

As the angry real person stood up, the rest of the hall exclaimed at the same time, "Lianshan Treasure Book !!!!" several Yuanying masters took a step forward at the same time, and the endless rolling power of the time rushed towards Gan Ping, it was obvious that under the stimulation of this treasure book, these Yuanying masters were difficult to hold their minds, and the momentum of the several Yuanying joined forces to oppress, making Gan Ping's breath stagnate, and the bluestone slab under his knees was even more clicked and shattered, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. Gan Ping couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, he finally repaired his injuries and returned, but he was injured again in the blink of an eye, is he really the hard-working person who always has to be injured?

Fortunately, the coercion that these masters inadvertently exuded was gone in a flash, and they couldn't help but sit down again in embarrassment when they noticed Gan Ping's appearance, otherwise, maybe this disciple who carried the hope of the sect's revival would be crushed to death by these elders in the sect with momentum, which was really wronged.

Just when the eyes of the innocent real person flashed, and his lips trembled slightly, a burst of extremely obscene laughter sounded, and a strange wind blew in the middle of the mountain hall, and Gan Ping, who was kneeling on the ground, holding up the Lianshan I Ching with both hands, suddenly felt a light hand, and the treasure box containing the Lianshan I Ching disappeared, Gan Ping's heart tightened, who is this?