Chapter 60 Un angry real person

Gan Ping saw the reaction of the brothers behind him, which was a little strange, but even if he understood the reason, he smiled bitterly in his heart. The world was really cold. When these people saw their obvious resentment with Li Xing'an, they were afraid of causing trouble. The monk and the practitioner and the city were no different. Gan Ping laughed at himself and said nothing more. He stood in front of the team and waited to enter the main peak. The disciples in black behind him looked at the teenager's thin back thoughtfully, with flickering eyes, jealousy, fear and pity.

I don't know how Gan Ping offended Li Xing'an. It seems that he still has a good relationship with the inner disciples, which makes these servants of the Fire Hall respect and afraid. These disciples of the Fire Hall are idle every day, and the news is the most well-informed. How can they not know what kind of person Li Xing'an is? What puzzled them was how Gan Ping climbed into the friendship of the inner disciple. Unfortunately, he offended Li Xing'an. Even the inner disciple could not speak for him. It seemed that Gan Ping's good day was coming to an end.

With the order of the Taoist on the rock, the disciples who had been waiting for a long time at the foot of the mountain entered. Gan Ping entered with the team. Originally, he thought that he was going to walk for a period of time, he was stunned to find that it was only a few steps away from the top of the mountain. He couldn't help looking back at the mountain road. There must be someone It exerted the divine channel method of shrinking thousands of miles. Otherwise, if these disciples want to reach the peak of thousands of people, it will not be impossible for a few hours, which makes Gan Ping sigh the magic of the Tao method again.

A group of disciples came to the peak, and the disciples gathered on the square. Gan Ping looked up and saw a huge mountain gate in front of him. The three big characters of dragons and phoenix danced on it - Lishan Hall, which took it with the meaning of mountains and rivers, and the magnificent atmosphere made people dare not dare to look at it. With Mr. Zhang's study of poetry and calligraphy for so many years, Gan Ping also has a certain understanding of calligraphy. He is quite surprised that these ancestors of Miaochengzong have made great achievements in calligraphy and painting, integrating their perception and practice of heaven with the words. The three big characters in front of him are iron hooks and silver swordsmanship. It seems that this Miaocheng's ancestor's handwriting. It is said that this Miaocheng's ancestor was born in sword cultivation, and then broke into such a big name, which created the Miaocheng Sect. Now it's true. The sword spirit in front of him is soaring all over the world. Obviously, it contains a set of smart swordsmanship. Among them.

Gan Ping squinted his eyes and looked at the sword-filled plaque for a long time. He was frustrated to find that he could not see the clue of this swordsmanship at all. The complexity of the tricks could not be added. If he let himself understood it, it would be impossible to understand the sword power in three or five years, which made Gan, who had always thought he was extremely intelligent. I suffered a setback and was speechless for a long time.

When the bell rang in front of the hall, the tall door of the hall suddenly opened. The two teams of boys fished out, holding incense burners, floating dust, jade, Ruyi and other things in their hands. A person came out of the apse, with a bun on his head tied high, and a fiery red sword inserted obliquely on it. His face was square and his nose was wide, and his eyebrows went straight into his temples, and a wisp of long whitched. On his chest, his face was jujube red and he was not angry and arrogant. He put on an embroidered sun, moon, star and bagua robe, and walked freely on his waist and wrapped in a white and shiny black ice rope. He walked majestically. There was no trace of the metic breath of a monk. He was a hundred feet in front of him and the majesty behind him. He was like a general who crossed the battlefield for a lifetime. So domineering and majestic.

Gan Ping looked at it and smacked his tongue. It seemed that this was the head of Miao Chengzong without anger, but this head looked more like a general, which made Gan Ping a little unprepared. Such a murderous and domineering momentum were completely different from the kind-looking image in Gan Ping's heart. Xing Xing, these domineering figures don't look like the head of the Xiuzhen faction. Gan Ping secretly slandered himself. If he sends the leader down the mountain, he is a bandit leader with this murderous face. It's okay to think about this, but he doesn't dare to say it.

Gan Ping was angry and just wanted to ask, but he found that those brothers were far away from him, as if they were afraid of being infected with some plague. Gan Ping frowned, as if he had noticed something. He turned his head and looked. Sure enough, among the disciples in white not far away, Li Xing'an was staring at himself fiercely with his desire to choose people. Gan Ping sighed in his heart. It seemed that this matter was not good. Thinking of this, Gan Ping straightened up and looked at the hall in front of him, completely ignoring Li Xing'an's eyes. I will not move at your rainstorm and wind. If there is any trick, just use it.

On the high platform in front of the hall, the majestic and angry real person stood proudly, standing there like a sword straight through the sky. He glanced at the disciples under the stage slightly. Under his glance, he lowered his head slightly, but his heart rolled like a stormy wave. The man's strong cultivation was just an understated glance at the stage, and he actually felt a sword spirit coming to his face in the place where his eyes could reach. There is a faint tendency to retreat. This is just the unconscious sword spirit of the real person in charge, and there are nearly ten thousand disciples sharing the meaning of the sword. If it is really aimed at someone, only this fierce sword will can destroy his mind. It seems that this leader is like the Miaocheng ancestor in those years, taking the path of sword cultivation.

Wu Angrily took a look at the disciples below and said loudly, "In today's big exam, the disciples need to do their best to show what they have learned. Don't slack off, don't quarrel, and love the same family. Do you know?" The voice was sonorous and resolute, and there was a sense of sword in his speech. Nearly ten thousand disciples in the field felt that thousands of swords were coming, and they all dared not bow and replied, "No!" Tens of thousands of people shouted in unison, making the trees in the forest tremble, and all the birds flew up. The quota of this year-end examination is limited. If the disciples from the outside door want to enter the inner door, a fight is inevitable. It is inevitable that there will be a disability in the fight every year. Although the leader is full of fierce swordsmanship and murderous intent, he is the least happy about the disability of the same door. Therefore, the annual year-end examination should be used to remind the disciples to do it. It's measured.

Seeing that although the disciples below were respectful, they all looked disapproving. The angry real person sighed slightly in his heart and waved, "Well, let's start!" After saying that, he ignored it and turned around and walked to the hall. The well-prepared deacons brought these disciples everywhere. Under the leadership of Big Brother Gu Senran, Gan Ping walked to the corner of the square.

In this year-end exam, if the handyman disciple does not meet the standard, he does not have to participate in the assessment. He can walk around to watch the verification competitions everywhere. As for the outer disciple, it is necessary to test the entry of cultivation. If the number of disciples who meet the standard of entering the inner gate exceeds the number, they should be selected higher on the ring and admitted on the basis of merit. The most wonderful thing is the ranking of inner disciples. Although they are all inner disciples, they also have to be divided into highs and lower ones. These inner disciples are all amazing people. How can they succumb to others? Therefore, this battle for the ranking of inner disciples is the highlight of the annual year-end examination. All the idle disciples go to the ten ring, which is the place where the inner disciples are assessed.

Gan Ping came to the corner of the square with the eldest brother. Compared with the excitement of the inner disciple assessment, this corner full of black disciples is much depressed. It is also true that the apprentice's cultivation assessment in the middle of the refining period is not very interesting, and even those servant disciples do not want to come here. Watch. Gu Senran led Gan Ping here and let Gan Ping wait alone. He went to the row of tables beside him and said something to the old man behind him. The old man glanced at Gan Ping sideways, immediately picked up the pen and wrote a few times, and then handed a sign to Gu Senran.

Curiously, he looked at the eldest brother to hand over his own brand. On the bronze sign, there was a Yang text with the word "E" printed on it. There were two small words on the back of the sign. I thought I was No. O No. 11. This is Gan Pingcai's free time. He quickly asked Gu Senran, "Big brother, is that the person in charge of the Angry?" Well, that's the real person in charge of our Miaochengzong, Yuanying's cultivation in the later period. Hearing this, Gan Ping couldn't help asking again: "Then why is this real person so... so..."

Two in a row like this, Gan Ping couldn't say what the angry real person was like. It was not that he couldn't describe it, but looked at the disciples around him, and he couldn't ask. It's not like a true person, is it?" A person next to him answered. Gan Ping looked at him in a blink of an eye. He was tall and burly. It was the eldest brother who led the Gongdian that he had met on the road. Seeing him suddenly speak, Gan Ping blushed for a while. It was very wrong to talk about the head of the door behind his back.

The man first said hello to Gu Senran, turned his head and said to Gan Ping with a smile, "You want to ask why the leader is so different from other practitioners, right?" Gan Ping was speechless for a moment and hesitated to speak. He smiled and said, "It's not your fault. What the person in charge of the angerless real person practiced is the secret Qingyuan sword formula in the door, with a murderous spirit. This swordsmanship is the skill that was passed down by the ancestors of Miaocheng in those years. It is the supreme heart method in the door. Of course, It's different from ordinary people." When Gan Ping heard this, he suddenly realized that it was caused by this skill. No wonder he saw the angerless real sword spirit in the air, like a general of a hundred battles. He quickly thanked the eldest brother of the Tiangong Hall. The man was extremely bold. He smiled loudly and waved his hand and said, "This is not a big secret. Almost everyone in the sect knows it. Only you new disciples don't know. Although this real person in charge doesn't look angry and arrogant, he is very good. He often advises his disciples to love each other, but it's a pity..."

With this man's eyes far away, he looked at the ring of the inner disciple's examination on the other side of the square, and his face was worried. The elder brother Gu Senran smiled and said, "Brother Zong, are you worried about your brother? Your younger brother Zongwei is already in the realm of condensation at a young age, and he will definitely win. The man smiled and hugged his fist and said, "Take advantage of my brother's good words." With that, he turned his head and looked at Gan Ping, "You are Gan Ping, aren't you? See you today, it's really extraordinary, hahaha!" After saying that, he laughed and left.