Gan Ping turned his head when he heard this voice, and it was the old man who had just sold him the Wu Drum. Frowning slightly, Gan Ping was a little strange, "This little brother..." The old man saw that Gan Ping didn't speak, and said with a slight trepidation: "Just now you bought the witch drum and there is another one in the house, and the little old man has been waiting for a long time, just to ask if you still want it?" The old man's head hung slightly, and there was a slight trillation in his voice, as if he was a little afraid.

However, although this anomaly was seen by Gan Ping, he was disturbed by Hua Wuyi, but he did not notice any abnormality. "Oh, and all the time? Then I'll take a look. Gan Ping couldn't help but be surprised, just now he spent a lot of money to buy the witch drum, and the people on the side only thought that he had done a big wrong, but in fact, it was a treasure in front of him and didn't know it. The material of this witch drum itself is extremely unbearable, and it cannot enter the eyes of the cultivators at all, but Gan Ping, who was born with a supreme yang spirit body, felt the innocent difference, and in that circle of black feathers for no reason, bursts of faint fire spiritual power emanated, which attracted Gan Ping's attention.

If it weren't for the extreme fire attribute physique, he would never have been able to detect this anomaly. The firepower from above the man is vast and simple, faintly with the meaning of the beginning of heaven and earth, and Gan Ping feels a trace of the true fire of the sun in it. Looking at the black feathers, Gan Ping deduced that among these messy feathers, one must be the wings of the fire divine bird, and nine times out of ten it was the scattered feathers of the sun's golden crow. It's just that there are too many people and it's inconvenient to investigate.

This Sun Golden Crow is a natural divine beast, and the dignity of its bloodline is not much lower than that of heaven and earth spirit species such as dragons and phoenixes. This Sun Golden Crow is said to have been born on the Sun Star, and he was born to absorb the powerful firepower of the Sun's True Fire, and he cultivated a strong and domineering Golden Crow Heavenly Fire, although it is an acquired spiritual fire, but the power of the strong is not worse than those innate spiritual fires that rank lower.

A few days ago, Gan Ping's cultivation was advanced, and I Taiyi Pure Yang Heart Sutra faintly transmitted a few messages, in addition to the method of the vertical golden light method, there is a kind of borrowing fire spirit bird feathers, refining into a five fire and seven bird fan. In the ancient times of the Kyushu space, this spirit fan is very famous, and the famous people who died under this spirit fan do not know how many, although Gan Ping does not know this cause and effect, but he is also attracted by the vast power, and he is overjoyed to see this golden black feather, although he can't collect the five kinds of spirit bird feathers, it is a good choice to make an imitation, even if he can have the power of the original spirit fan, he can also rely on it to protect himself.

Thinking all the way, Gan Ping didn't notice the slightly trembling shoulders and the increasingly secluded environment of the old man leading the way in front of him, no wonder Gan Ping took it lightly, although the old man in front of him was not young, but he was just an ordinary person, in the eyes of monks like Gan Ping, there was no difference between an ant that could be strangled to death with a handful, not to mention that Gan Ping had just been stirred up by Hua Wuyi, and when he was unconscious, he didn't notice anything unusual at all.

But as time passed, Gan Ping suddenly found that he had walked more and more remotely under the guidance of the old man, and he was almost on the edge of this treasure castle, and the city wall was faintly visible. At this point, even if Gan Ping is a fool, he should have understood, and stopped at the moment, "Uncle, where are we going? Isn't it true that we are going out of the city?"

The surging spiritual power fluctuations not far away startled Gan Ping, and the ensuing sense of crisis that made him creepy made Gan Ping hurriedly dodge, and a sword light swept past the place where he was standing. Gan Ping was anxious and angry, looking at the strength of the sword light, there is no doubt that the person who came must be a Jindan master, if he suffered this, even if the cultivation of the third layer of Gan Ping's Binghuo Rongyuan Forging Body True Decision was to be torn apart by this flying sword, this Jindan realm monk was really not a low-grade one.

The person who came was so shameless, such a strong cultivator had to hide his head and show his tail when he shot at Gan Ping, who was only contemplating the middle rank, and he had no demeanor of a Jindan master. The air in front of Gan Ping suddenly distorted, a figure flashed quietly, Gan Ping raised his eyes, the person who came was in tattered clothes, and the messy hair on his head was like a chicken nest, covering his face full of stubble, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but the eyes hidden behind the messy hair were aggressively emitting a fierce light.

Although there was no fluctuation of half of the spiritual power on the person who came, Gan Ping secretly operated the spirit dragon to be stunned, and there were already monstrous waves in his heart, and the person who came turned out to be a monk at the peak of Jindan, a master who immediately entered the realm of Yuanying. On the surface, he was silent, Gan Ping secretly thought in his heart how to escape, such a master of cultivation, even if Xiao Motian came to save himself, he couldn't match it, not to mention that this place was on the edge of Juzhen Castle, but that Xiao Motian had already gone to Boss Zhang's secret room to visit the Blood Spirit Yuan Jing, and he couldn't get there anyway.

For a while, the biggest crisis in his life has appeared in front of Gan Ping, the monk on the other side can strangle himself with just one hand, why use such means? Could it be that he is afraid that the spiritual power fluctuation in the Treasure Fort will be too large to attract people to investigate? Thinking of this, Gan Ping calmed down a little, and said loudly: "This senior, you and I have never been in life, why do you want to make such a joke, in the next Miao Chengzong Gan Ping, the family teacher Mo Yifeng is a real person, if you are offended, please forgive me." "A mouth to report to the door, the Buddha of Mo Yongfeng carried out, although the boundless is also a mini size, but externally Mo Yongfeng's name of killing the god is extremely useful, at this time Gan Ping only hopes that people can hear the name of his master retreat, and now he is not as good as people and can only make this decision.

Huo'er also seemed to feel the horror of the comer, and no longer had the appearance of a hippie smile, squatting on Gan Ping's shoulder, and clenching the Juntian stick in his hand. The six senses of spirit beasts are much sharper than those of humans, and they can naturally distinguish the strength of the person in front of them.

Sure enough, the man heard Gan Ping's words, and his steps forward paused slightly, "Mo Yifeng, the first sword cultivator of Miao Chengzong, the master of the Yuan Shen Realm..." muttered to himself, but the cold glint in his eyes became more and more shining. Gan Ping didn't dare to move, in his current form, his whole body was shrouded in this person's qi, and he moved his whole body with a single shot, and the slightest mistake would cause a shocking blow from the strange person on the opposite side.

"This little brother, it's not that the little old man lied to you. It was this gentleman who asked me to do it, he took my flying sword, this gentleman, I beg you, you can return the flying sword to me. I've already brought him here, and the medium-grade spirit stone..." The person who spoke was the old man who had just led the way, and he stood behind the strange man and wept, pleading and bowing to the strange man.

It turned out that he was only worth a spirit stone, but fortunately it was of medium grade, Gan Ping thought to himself. The strange man frowned slightly when he heard the old man's noise, and as soon as he flicked the sleeve of his robe, a green sword light flew out and slowly floated towards the old man. The old man was overjoyed and hurriedly reached out to pick it up. But Gan Ping, who was standing in the distance, felt a tightness in his heart, although the old man deceived him and harmed him so much, but he still reminded him: "Be careful!"

But it was too late, the green sword light seemed to be slowly falling on the old man's hand, and suddenly an acceleration rushed straight to his throat, and in an instant, the sword light skyrocketed, and the old man's whole person was instantly shattered by the sword light, turning into a blood mist in the sky, and he didn't even let out a scream. Gan Ping was distracted, only to feel a strong battle on the other side, "You are still in the mood to pay attention to others, you are already difficult to protect yourself!" The voice was hoarse and the steel knife scraped the bottom of the pot, and it was transmitted to Gan Ping's ears.

Gan Ping only felt that a huge force came, and he couldn't resist it at all, so he could only be forced to retreat by this force, but it seemed that the person who shot it didn't want to hurt Gan Ping, this force only forced him to retreat, but it didn't hurt much. By this powerful blow, Gan Ping's body flew straight back, and flew out more than ten zhang away without stopping, a cold and dangerous feeling came from behind him, Gan Ping was about to support his body to stop, but found that he had entered a light curtain, the unpredictable formation and the faint power of space under his feet made Gan Ping feel extremely bad, and then the hoarse voice sounded, "In the five elements of heaven and earth, the spirit escape is open for me, go!"

A burst of spatial power swept in, and Gan Ping's figure disappeared into the formation. The strange man smiled coldly, stepped into the spirit array, disappeared, and in an instant, a piece of jade in the spirit array under his feet broke, and the aura of the entire formation was disordered, and the muffled sound turned into invisible, only the faint power of space escaped in the air, looming.