"Hum..." As if knowing the anger of his master, the Huanshan Sword hovered in the air, making bursts of hissing sounds, and the powerful sword aura made the faces of the people on the opposite side change. Although his cultivation is not very high, Gan Ping is a master disciple trained by Mo Yifeng, the first sword cultivator of Miaocheng Sect, and has experienced several tests of life and death, and now he is like a steel knife, coming out of the tempering of blood and fire, and finally showing that cold glow to his enemies.

Gan Ping's face was gloomy, and he looked at a few people opposite with murderous aura, these people on the opposite side were dressed in a strong suit that was completely different from the clothes of the disciples of Miaocheng Sect, and their bodies were embroidered with mountains and rivers, which looked extremely fancy. Thinking of what his master Wuyunzi had said before, Gan Ping already understood the identity of these people in his heart. His own fire is almost known to everyone in the Miaocheng Sect, and the disciples of the inner gate are even more common every day, and there is absolutely no one who has the idea of fighting this little thing, and only these people in the Xianling Sect who come to watch the ceremony will make a rash move.

"Everyone, within my Miaochengzong, make a move at will to capture my Miaochengzong spirit beast, this move is a bit inappropriate, right?" Although he was full of anger, Gan Ping still suppressed it, after all, he was a guest from afar, but he couldn't do it as soon as he came up.

"Where did you come from, boy, dare to stop me from capturing this fire monkey, this heaven and earth spirit beast is destined to get it, and it is yours in your Miaocheng Sect?" As the words sounded, the people on the opposite side separated from the middle, and one person came out of the middle, who was the one who spoke before. When this person saw Gan Ping, his face changed, "Boy, it turned out to be you!"

Gan Ping raised his eyes at this time, and was worried about Huo'er's safety, but he didn't notice who the person who shouted loudly was, but now that they met, they found that it was really a narrow road. The person in front of him was wrapped in a square scarf on his head, with a light and tight suit on his body, with gold threads embroidered all over the mountains, rivers, birds, and beasts, a pair of free walks under his feet, holding a folding fan in his palm, and looking at Gan Ping viciously.

When Zhang Yifan saw his mentor Gan Ping, his eyes immediately lit up, "Aha, boy, I looked for you for a long time that day, but I didn't expect you to run back to this Miaocheng Sect and not come out." What do you say now that I have touched you? I dare to be rude to my son, I am simply impatient, hurry up and offer the fire monkey beside you, let me take its soul to refine the natal magic weapon, and then take out the witch drum of that day, and I will spare you. ”

This Yifan's squirming face, his eyes were full of emptiness, and his arrogant appearance made Gan Ping angry and laughing, this Zhang Yifan Mo is not an idiot? Could it be that this is its Xianling Sect? You must know that this is under the peak of the Xiandu Peak of the inner gate of the Miaocheng Sect, and he is so arrogant and domineering, and he doesn't speak at the moment but looks at Zhang Yifan with a playful face.

That Zhang Yifan is obviously arrogant, he ate a secret loss of Gan Ping in the Juzhen Castle before, and was shocked by Gan Ping's murderous aura at that time, and consciously lost face, and when he woke up and went to find Gan Ping's bad luck, he couldn't find anything, which made Zhang Yifan, who had been arrogant and domineering, depressed.

As early as in that bazaar, Zhang Yifan coveted the Huo'er beside Gan Ping, if Gan Ping agreed to transfer the witch drum at that time, he would have to discuss with Huo'er. Zhang Yifan only hated that he had missed this kid at that time, he was about to refine a natal magic weapon recently, and the essence of the Golden Crow Heavenly Feather and this fire attribute spirit beast was the most urgently needed thing.

That Golden Crow Tianyu can also say that the spirit of this fire spirit beast is related to the growth of the instrument spirit in the future, of course, it is necessary to look for and select it carefully. Only spirit beasts with the bloodline of ancient divine beasts such as the fire monkey are suitable, and the fire around Gan Ping, the bloodline of the divine beast has already awakened more than fifty percent, which is simply an excellent instrument spirit.

This time when he came to Miaochengzong, Zhang Yifan, who was sullen, thought about it quietly, and then wandered around and met Huo'er who had just gone to the Iron Arm Spirit Ape to fight the autumn wind. Huo'er was trapped by the Xianling Sect's special beast control magic weapon binding demon rope without checking, and it was difficult to escape for a while, so he asked Gan Ping for help through the contact of his heart.

Huo'er plunged into Gan Ping's arms and complained about his grievances, and the smell of wine made Gan Ping frown slightly. If it weren't for drinking so much wine, with its divine beast bloodline and strong body, how could it be trapped by someone in a single look? Although there are a large number of people in front of them, they are basically the cultivation of the liquid realm, even if Huo'er is defeated, it is always possible to escape.

That Zhang Yifan was still showing off triumphantly, completely ignoring the embarrassed faces of the disciples behind him, and not having the slightest awareness of being caught as a thief. "This fire monkey is the first thing we saw, of course it's ours, you give it to Childe and me, I have a lot of things in the market that day, and I will write it off, otherwise..."

"How about otherwise?" Gan Ping was like frost, it was obvious that this matter was difficult to be good today, and he couldn't help but sneer, "What a big talker, you have also seen this fire monkey is my spiritual pet before, you are a real threat and intimidation in the front, and now you are secretly arrested behind the back of your master, and you even brazenly asked me to hand it over, don't you think that I am easy to bully in Miaochengzong, or are you so shameless in Xianling Sect?"

"Bold!" Hearing this, the faces of several people behind Zhang Yifan changed, and they all took a step forward and glared angrily at Gan Ping. Feeling the coercion exerted by the joint efforts of the digital liquid realm cultivators in front of him, Gan Ping laughed loudly, and with a straight body, he broke through the suppression of several people joining forces, and took off into the air with the sword light. When it comes to this, it's useless to say anything, just tear your face, everyone will fight, since this Xianling Sect has bad intentions, it's good to teach them a lesson.

Now that he had made up his mind, Gan Ping stood in the air, and Huo'er opened his teeth and claws and his little face was red and threatened the disciples of the Xianling Sect, but the strong smell of wine that came from time to time made Gan Ping frown slightly. Gan Ping believes that with his own strength, coupled with the fire without restrictions, these people in front of him can't stop him at all, if he takes out the Great Sumeru Spiritual Light, these people can't escape, but there is no deep hatred and hatred in the two times, if he uses a hot hand, it will be a loss.

The coercion exerted by those disciples was broken by Gan Ping's understatement, and these people changed color slightly, and they couldn't help but look at Gan Ping up and down. Seeing this scene, Zhang Yifan couldn't help but howl angrily, "Give it to me, kill this kid!" and then said viciously, "Clean up this kid, slaughter that fire monkey, and take the spirit, could it be that Miao Chengzong can tear his face with my Xianling Sect because of a beast?"

Hearing this, the eyes of the few disciples behind him who were still hesitating immediately lit up, and what they said was that they were just beasts, as long as they didn't hurt the life of the disciple in front of them when they made a move, and taught them a lesson, they were angry and got spirit beasts, why not do it? What's more, if there is anything, there is this Zhang Yifan on top, what are you afraid of? At that moment, everyone shouted angrily, and several magic weapons flying swords flew towards Gan Ping.

Before Gan Ping could make a move, the fire on his shoulder raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, picked up the Jun Tianchao in his palm, and smashed it viciously towards the magic weapon that came from the roar. Huo'er, who had already had enough of the stuffy loss before, had long held back his sullen breath, but now that he got Gan Ping's signal, he no longer had any scruples, and he shot the more than 30,000 catties of Juntian sticks.

The shadow of the stick in the sky rose in the wind, turning into dozens of sticks with the thickness of the bowl, crackling at the magic weapon of those disciples is a mess, the Juntian stick made of evil gold is extremely hard, and the heavy weight and strength make these disciples of the Xianling Sect unbearable, they all snorted, the magic weapon rolled back, and their faces changed slightly.

Only Huo'er stood proudly on Gan Ping's shoulder, I don't know when, the well-behaved face has faded, and the only thing left is endless hideousness and violence, this is the true face of the ancient Hercules ape, in a rage, he can pull out the mountain, even if God annoys him, he will poke a hole in the blue sky. If it weren't for the fact that these people took advantage of their drunken negligence just now to sneak attack with that despicable means, how could they be so embarrassed? Huo'er, who shot out in anger, didn't say anything about it, and hit the magic weapon that came from the sky head-on and dealt a heavy blow.

Gan Ping smiled coldly, and with a swing of the mountain sword in his palm, the murderous aura that rushed into the sky rose into the air, sweeping away towards the people in front of him. The tragic murderous aura echoed with the violent aura of the ancient divine beast of Huo'er, and it actually gave people a feeling that was difficult to match.

One step at a time, the sword in Gan Ping's palm pointed at Zhang Yifan, this sword was like an antelope hanging on its horns, there was no trace, it was extremely abrupt, and it came to Zhang Yifan in an instant. As early as the underground of the witch tomb, Gan Ping had already cultivated this Ling Meng killing sword to the transformation realm, coupled with the urging of the Great Yan Sword Technique, the power was even more incomparable, when he was against Na Mo Yehua before, first, Gan Ping was seriously injured and could not exert his full strength, and secondly, Na Mo Yehua was also a real Jindan master after all, and his strength should not be underestimated, which made Gan Ping fight hard for a long time before killing him.

And this Zhang Yifan in front of him is obviously just the pinnacle realm of liquid, facing Gan Ping's sword, he has no power to fight back, seeing the wide blade coming towards him, but there is no way. Although there are many people around him, but at this moment, Zhang Yifan only feels that there is only a sword that Gan Ping slashed at him in heaven and earth, and there is nothing else, how can he know that this is the essence of Ling Meng's killing sword, and he will take the head of the general in the million army!