Gan Ping smiled coldly, this person's breath is so big and a big hat is pressed, this violation of the laws of the sect can be big or small, so small that it can be laughed over, but if it is big, it is enough to be expelled from the sect. The man on the other side buttoned down a big hat, obviously trying to confuse the public and expand his charges. I didn't tell at the moment, I just looked at the gray-clothed man in front of me coldly, if my estimation was not bad, Master Wuyunzi and that elder should get the information soon, the person who came obviously had an extraordinary status, and he wouldn't make a move on his little disciple in the future.

The man was slightly angry when he saw that Gan Ping didn't answer, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the dragon python lying in the ring not far away, his eyes shrank violently, and he turned his head to stare at Gan Ping viciously, with a dangerous look in his eyes. He didn't see the battle between Leng Yu and Gan Ping just now, and what shocked him was that the lizard python was already a fifth-order spirit beast, and it was also a potential spirit beast in Mo Lingfeng's lineage, otherwise it would not have been handed over to Leng Yu, a direct disciple. What people didn't expect was that the two of Mo Lingfeng, who were extremely optimistic, were actually lost in the hands of the young disciple in front of them like this, and their lives and deaths hung by a thread.

Thinking of this, the gray-clothed man snorted in annoyance, Gan Ping immediately felt a faint coercion rushing towards his face, and the pressure on his body immediately increased. Seeing Gan Ping like this, the people who came were quite surprised, he was already a cultivator at the peak of Jindan, and the strength of the disciples of this Qi Refining Realm was more than a hundred times different, although it was a powerful enough to suppress him, he couldn't raise his head, but he didn't expect this son to be so stubborn and so qualified, thinking of this, the man in gray couldn't help but secretly exert his strength, Gan Ping immediately felt that the pressure increased suddenly, and there was a faint posture that could not be supported.

"That kid, you servant disciple actually dared to use evil methods to injure my direct disciple of Mo Lingfeng, didn't you eat the gall of the ambitious leopard? Say, who are you instructed by the demon people to come to my Miao Chengzong to make trouble!" The disciples in the audience couldn't help but be in an uproar when they heard this, only Li Xing'an showed joy on his face, this Mo Lingfeng's vein was extremely arrogant and short-sighted, and this kid was doomed. Gan Ping forcibly endured the pressure that was as heavy as a mountain and opened his mouth with difficulty, "This senior may be to see the reason clearly, it is this cold rain that blindly presses the disciples step by step to fight on the stage as a last resort, otherwise my servant disciples will never dare to offend this senior brother, and if it is said that I use evil methods, it is even more impossible, all the disciples present see that I am a dignified and upright defeated senior brother Leng, how can I say that the evil law is said?"

Hearing the person in front of him fasten this huge hat to his head, Gan Ping knew that this person wanted to confuse the public and said that he would kill himself, and the anger in his eyes went straight to his head. But it is not a reckless moment in front of him, the person who comes to cultivate is a hundred times stronger than himself, it is not a cold reception, and it is easy to kill himself, he just needs an excuse, and he must not let him find a sore foot. The man's eyes flickered, and the momentum on his body was even greater, and the killing intent was also hidden in his eyes, he didn't expect that under his mountain-like majesty, this little disciple could still open his mouth to speak, and his original plan to kill him in front of everyone was in vain. The man in gray glanced at Gan Ping, and suddenly saw a small monkey on his shoulder looking at him with his eyebrows and scratching his head, and he couldn't help but be stunned and immediately became short of breath.

These juniors don't know what to do, but he knows the treasure of this fire monkey, not to mention that if the bloodline of the divine beast is refined and absorbed by his own spirit pet, his own spirit beast of the same genus will definitely have great potential, thinking of this, he glanced at Huo'er fiercely with almost greedy eyes. Gan Ping found that there was something wrong with his eyes, and he was vigilant to prevent him from making a move, and the gray-clothed man continued to look at Gan Ping, and suddenly saw the pair of arm guards in Gan Ping's hand, and his eyes shrank. He had faintly seen this magic weapon on a certain big figure in the sect, how could it be on this son? Could it be that he had a great background? But then he smiled in his heart, if this was the case, how could this disciple still be a servant disciple, although he didn't see the clothes on his upper body, but he could still identify his identity when he saw the rest of his clothes.

Just when Gan Ping's sweaty body was dripping with sweat and his body was shaking, a sword light like training came from the sky and landed on the stage with a loud laugh. "Hahaha, Leng Protector is so interested, is it the cultivation of this junior disciple in the examination school?" It was that Mo Yifeng who stood in the ring with a disdainful face and looked at the gray-clothed man, with a sword aura overflowing vertically and horizontally, and everyone on and off the stage felt the sword qi rushing towards them, and they all turned their heads sideways to avoid the sharp sword qi.

This is also the reason why Mo Yifeng's first entry into the Yuan Shen Cultivation Realm is unstable, if he is given some time, he will definitely converge the sword qi of his whole body, and by that time, he will completely stabilize the realm. "Mo Shouza, I don't know what you're here for..." The gray-clothed man couldn't help but be shocked when he saw Mo Yongfeng appear, this Mo Yongfeng had already caused a sensation in the whole sect in the first battle, everyone knew that there was such a great sword cultivation master in Miaocheng Sect, not to mention that he was still the first of Wei Yu Peak, this Wei Yu Peak was one of the main peaks of Miao Cheng Sect, Mo Ling Feng was a little inconspicuous compared to it. Could it be that this black-clothed disciple is the true disciple of Mo Lingfeng's lineage?Looking at the concerned eyes that Mo Yifeng threw at Gan Ping, the gray-clothed man was afraid for a while, if he had injured this disciple by himself, maybe he would have died under that powerful sword qi now.

Thinking of this, the gray-clothed man hurriedly bowed deeply, bowed to the ground and said respectfully: "Mo Lingfeng's protector Leng Qingqiu has seen Mo Shouzao. "The attitude is extremely respectful, and it is obviously extraordinarily awe-inspiring, the number one sword cultivator in this sect. Mo Yongfeng said lightly: "If I remember well, the Leng Protector should be outside the field to take care of the disciples' order, how can he come to this ring? Isn't it itchy and want to practice a few hands? These disciples don't seem to be the enemies of the Cold Protector, if you are interested, how about letting this seat play with the Leng Protector a few hands?" Mo Yongfeng saw that Gan Ping was embarrassed and miserable, so he naturally regarded this Leng Qingqiu as the culprit, but the wicked have their own wicked people to grind, this Leng Qingqiu is arrogant and short-sighted, and now the retribution is coming quickly, and he immediately met Mo Yongfeng, who is even more arrogant and short-term than him, and his cultivation is also a big step behind others, this secret loss is decided.

"This... I don't dare to make a move with Mo Shouza, Mo Shouza's swordsmanship is a god, where am I an opponent?" Mo Yifeng saw that he was cowering, so he no longer forced him, and snorted coldly with contempt. Leng Qingqiu lost such a big person in front of so many disciples, he couldn't help but lose face, and plucked up the courage to ask: "Dare to ask Mo Shouzao, is this servant disciple a disciple of Wei Yufeng? This sycophant hit Mo Yifeng's sore spot, and he waved his displeased sleeves and said, "No!" The look was cold, obviously displeased.

Leng Qingqiu couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard Mo Yongfeng's denial, since this kid was not Mo Yongfeng's disciple, he still had a chance to rectify him, and this fire monkey was going to be decided. Just as he thought of this, he heard a slightly old voice in his ear, "He is the disciple of the old man, do you have any opinions?"