Looking at Huo'er helplessly, Gan Ping understood its meaning from its analogy. It turned out that although Huo'er was infinitely powerful, the rodent python was also a desolate alien species, not only with rough skin and thick flesh, solid scale armor, but also more than Huo'er's two-order strength, its physical strength was also comparable to Huo'er. Speaking of which, Huo'er's level is too low, if both are fifth-order, Huo'er will definitely not be able to find the north. Now that the two are equal, Hong'er, who has a petite body, naturally suffered a big loss, and was swept away by the giant tail of the python just now, and was slapped away by it, which made Huo'er very depressed.

Gan Ping looked at his own fire, and couldn't help but feel a little helpless, this little thing actually came to himself to complain about his suffering, and after a little thought, Gan Ping gritted his teeth and took out a pitch-black iron rod from the storage bag, which was a long stick made for him by the blacksmiths of Ma Jiaji. When Gan Ping left Majiaji that day, the village chief Ma not only took out a sharp and heavy long knife, but also gave Gan Ping a long stick made from the same furnace. This stick is forged from the excess scraps of the long knife, and it is also made of meteorite iron outside the sky, and the iron essence is wrapped in the middle, and the weight has reached more than 300 catties.

In the eyes of these old and young masters of the Ma family, this Gan Ping is a tough guy with iron bones, since he has a short weapon like a long knife, there is no shortage of long weapons that gallop on the battlefield. So I deliberately rushed to make this heavy iron rod, originally intending to make a meteoric iron spear, but due to the urgency of time, the tip of the spear was difficult to forge, so I had to give up and make it into a heavy iron rod of more than 300 catties. It's just that these people didn't think that Gan Pingzhi came to Xianshan to learn art, how to use the heavy weapons of this mortal battlefield to fight immediately, but this move was redundant. It's just that Gan Ping was grateful for the enthusiasm of the old and young in the village, so he had to put this knife under his hand, and the knife was held in his hand every day, but the long stick was put in the black paint ring.

Seeing Gan Ping take out a heavy iron rod, Xuan Qin, who was watching the battle in the audience, also frowned, and just now he saw with his own eyes that this Gan Ping put the things given by the elders into the storage bag, and there was no long stick made of ordinary iron. Although he was puzzled, he didn't delve into it, after all, he also knew the origin of this Gan Ping's identity, and the elixir could be taken out, maybe Elder Wuyanzi had already given him some other treasures for storage.

When Gan Ping took out the long stick, he subconsciously glanced at Xuan Qin in the audience, and saw that he was not surprised, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the treasure in this black lacquer ring was his biggest secret, and it would not be good if it was discovered. When Huo'er saw the long stick, the eyes of the two monkeys suddenly radiated brilliance, and they grabbed it and jumped to the ground. This fire is only the size of a palm, but brandishing a black long stick of nearly seven feet, how do the disciples in the audience look at it and feel weird, as far as Gan Ping's eyes can see, the duck egg-thick stick body has been pinched out by Huo'er's huge force to scratch deeply, no longer paying attention to the fire that is still playing with the mad monkey stick method on the stage, Gan Ping set his eyes on the cold rain that has not yet eased up, and snorted heavily between his noses.

Leng Yu woke up like a dream when he heard this cold snort, and looked at the shirtless disciple in front of him with a complicated expression, and his heart was full of surprise. This thunder light strike is a magic weapon given by his ancestor, it is what his ancestor took advantage of when he was young, and the power is also quite extraordinary, but he didn't expect to be taken down by this little servant disciple today. Quite jealously glanced at the arm guard on Gan Ping's hand, Leng Yu also beat a small drum in his heart, this kid's arm may not be a magic weapon. Being so young and cultivating so much can take out a magic weapon to face the enemy, what kind of concept is this, Leng Yuye is not a fool, and he faintly feels in his heart that Gan Ping's identity must be more than just a servant disciple of the outer gate. But now that the arrow is ready to be sent, so many pairs of eyes in the audience are looking at themselves, how can they do that retreating thing? Thinking of this, the cold rain will be heartbroken, no matter who you are? After fighting, I don't believe that a small servant disciple of yours can have any True Yuan mana to urge that magic weapon, as long as you do this again, you will definitely look good.

Thinking of this, the cold rain shook his heart, and his fingers pinched again, and a dark and extremely gray mist appeared from his hand, "Fang is my carelessness, you can break free from the shackles of the dragon trick, and this time you will be trapped!" Thinking of this, the cold rain raised his hand, and the gray and dark mist rushed straight to Gan Ping. A hint of mockery flashed in Gan Ping's eyes, and he came? Could it be that you and I are also a fool like you? A cluster of flames quietly appeared in front of Gan Ping's mind, which was the method of fire control and pulse induction taught by Wuyanzi, this method can not only control the flame alchemy, but also shine even in battle.

Gan Ping knew that although he had a lot of secrets in his exercises, there were only two or three things that he could take out against the enemy, and this transfiguration flame was of course one of them. Now Gan Ping has broken through the Taichong Xingjian Liver Fire Meridian, and the speed of this flame is more than twice as fast, and only in this way can he use the transfiguration flame to fight the enemy. Although this flame is a transformation, it is a fusion of the three Jiaoxin fire in Gan Ping's body and the liver fire between the lines, although the power is not huge, but it is also dignified, not to mention that Gan Ping, the body of the innate fire spirit, the flame that is transformed is far more powerful than ordinary people. For the sake of insurance, Gan Ping quietly integrated the dragon pattern propylene fire Yuangang into it, and the temperature in the seemingly inconspicuous spark in front of him was already able to melt the iron and gold, and only by trying it himself could he understand its horror.

Seeing the mist turned into the dragon binding trick rushing towards him, Gan Ping didn't dare to slack off, and with a finger of his hand, the spark in front of him rushed straight towards the mist. Although this dragon binding technique sounds good, in fact, its application method and color are the same as the evil method, but Mo Lingfeng Leng used it on the beast control, so others did not have too many accusations. The Leng family's family motto strictly prohibits the use of dragon binding techniques on people, first, they are worried that the magician does not have the physical strength and vitality of a demon beast, which will cause damage. Both of them are also afraid that this spell will be criticized for being used on humans, and in fact, there is no lack of fear of encountering nemesis. Among the human monks, there are many monks who practice this supreme yang and supreme magic, and if they use it, they will definitely ask for their own suffering.

In fact, Leng Yu should have noticed the abnormality when Gan Ping dissolved the first round of dragon binding tricks, but he was carried away by the upcoming victory and did not find the strangeness of Gan Ping. The spark that Gan Ping greeted at the moment was born from his body, with the breath of the Supreme Yang Spirit Body inherently restraining all evils, not to mention that there was also a trace of the powerful Dragon Pattern Binghuo Yuangang, and this Dragon Pattern True Fire also had an innate restraining effect on these filthy things.

That flame and mist finally collided in the air, but there was no earth-shattering explosion as the disciples in the audience imagined, and it would be strange if two low-level disciples were fighting with each other in their spells, and they could send out the momentum of the battle between Mo Yifeng and Sha Wubei. The gray mist collided with the sparks, like snowflakes falling on a red soldering iron, making a sizzling sound, dissolving quickly at an incredible speed, Gan Ping couldn't help but sneer, although this Binghuo Yuangang has not yet grown and grown, but it is still easy to break a small spell.

The cold rain's face was already pale, and large beads of sweat dripped from his head. As soon as the mist emitted by his dragon binding technique just now came into contact with the flame, he felt as if his chest had been hit hard by a sledgehammer, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted out. He knew in his heart that this was the situation of the spell backlash, but he had a good face and swallowed the blood, he couldn't afford to lose this person, he was actually beaten by a small outer gate servant disciple and spit blood, if it was spread out, he would have no face to see people.

The flames over there had already swept away the mist, and the flames that were born to restrain all evils not only broke the spell that bound the dragon, but also severely damaged Leng Yu's divine sense. Gan Ping didn't stop as soon as he struck it, and with a flash of his figure, the flames flew straight into the cold rain on the edge of the ring. Seeing this, Leng Yu hurriedly took out two pieces of rune paper from the storage bag, and shook it slightly, and the two bright yellow rune papers burned. As soon as Leng Yu pressed it on his legs, Gan Ping had already pounced in front of him.