Chapter 78 Provocation

The smoky Yulong mountain line appears from time to time in the thin fairy fog, like an elegant and thin ink painting. The winding mountain road is winding from the mountain to the next road is full of ancient vines and grass. The beasts and fairy birds are wandering in the mountains, with a completely calm appearance. However, the square on the top of the mountain is now full of people. The square in front of the Lishan Hall is crowded with more than a dozen tables in every corner of the square, and there are more large and small stalls full of curious young disciples. Two students in white on a huge ring in the south are fighting endlessly. Magic weapons are flying all over the sky, and all kinds of small spells are emerging one after another. From time to time, they are screaming under the stage and cheering is endless.

The four people of Gan Pingping were standing under the stage, staring at the struggle between the two on the stage. I have to say that the cultivation of the two was too low. The intensity of the struggle was not even comparable to Zeng Qi and Li Xing'an that day, which made Gan Ping a little sleepy and yawned from time to time. Fang Yuanting, who was beside her, looked at Gan Ping with an impatient face with great interest, and was also quite curious about this mysterious servant disciple in black in her heart. However, the two did not notice the resentful eyes from the other side of the ring. Li Xing'an looked at the two people who were almost spewing fire. In the bottom of his heart, he suddenly saw a person standing not far away. The man was also looking at Ganping and his party with complicated eyes. When Li Xing'an saw this man, he couldn't help but be happy and frowned slightly. Wrinkled, he quickly stepped forward.

The man's square face in white was looking at the four people with slanting eyes, looking at the four people with a rather dissatisfied look. Li Xing'an stepped forward and saluted slightly, "I didn't expect Brother Leng to be so elegant. Come here to see the fun." When the man saw that it was Li Xing'an, he nodded slightly and said, "When he had nothing to do, he turned around and glanced at the four Gan Ping. Li Xing'an was overjoyed to see this. The man in front of him was a disciple of Mo Lingfeng's cold family. His name was Leng Yu. Although his cultivation was not high, he did get the true biography of Mo Lingfeng's lineage. His ability to raise ** spirit beasts was quite good. In his spirit beast bag, there was a striped rodent python, a five-order spirit beast of different species, if it is only about cultivation. In order to surpass him in the sect, there are countless people, but if he releases the body-protecting spirit beast, even the inner disciples in the realm of condensation will retreat from Sanshe, which is very ordinary.

Li Xingxin's cold rain has always had a good impression on Ning Ziling, but it's a pity that Ning Ziling is not warm to him. Now it is a good opportunity to provoke this cold rain to teach this hateful boy a lesson. Thinking of this, Li Xing looked around carelessly and suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, isn't it Sister Ning Ziling over there? Why are you standing with a servant disciple in black? As soon as this sentence was said, the cold rain next to him changed his face. He looked at that side, which was quite ugly. Li Xing'an said to himself, "Don't mention it, this boy is quite handsome. The monkey on his shoulder looks extraordinary. No wonder Sister Ning is with him. It seems that he must be a spirit beast."

Li Xing'an knew that although Ning Ziling was a disciple of Miao Cuifeng, he was quite interested in the way of control beasts. He often went to Mo Lingfeng to hang out. Ning Ziling, who met him on a cold and rainy night, was shocked at first sight. Since then, he has been haunted and pursued hard. Unfortunately, Ning Ziling is not interested in Leng Yu. Every time the Leng Yu hits the wall, he never give up. However, Mo Lingfeng's disciples are quite careful when they meet Ning Ziling. No one wants to provoke this true disciple Leng Yu, who is a true disciple of Mo Lingfeng.

Sure enough, the cold rain snorted coldly when he heard Li Xing'an's words, "Humph! It's just a small fire monkey. Although it's quite rare, it's not in my eyes. It's just the third level. If it awakens the blood of the mythical beast, it's still a little interesting. Seeing the anger of cold rain, Li Xing'an couldn't help but be secretly happy, but on the surface, he still looked surprised. "It's just a third-order spirit beast. Brother Leng's eyes are really like a torch in his eyes. I sighed at Furu, but it's really puzzling why Sister Ning with this boy."

Li Xing'an used clumsy means to provoke the cold rain, and the cold rain glanced at him coldly, "Isn't Fang Yuanting over there too?" One sentence made Li Xing'an speechless, and he was secretly annoyed that the cold rain was not affectionate, so he stopped squeaking. Leng Yu coldly looked at the two white clothes near the end of the fight on the stage, and glanced at the four people from time to time. Although Li Xing'an's provocation was seen through by himself, the ring is still going to go up. What he said just now was to tell Li Xing'an that he is not the fool who can be forced at will. In order to compete for this tone, he can't say that he can't get a bad reputation. However, the cold rain and hot eyes looked at the smiling Ning Ziling, "Ziling, you are mine. Anyone who dares to approach you can only die!"

Gan Ping didn't know anything about these at this time. Fang Yuanting's eyes made him quite uncomfortable. The pair of bright big eyes made him have an illusion, as if he had returned to the snowy winter. In the quiet winter, he sat in the warm study and pinched the beloved purple pen, which was the same. A pair of bright and beautiful big eyes, looking at himself with a little curiosity and shyness. In an instant, Gan Ping's heart seemed to be stung by something, so painful to the bone and heartbreaking. For a long time, Gan Ping has been forcing himself to practice desperately and not to think about it every day, but those bright eyes will appear in dreams every night, blinking and blinking, like a stove in winter warming Gan Ping's guarded heart.

Linger's body and soul are now separated, and life and death are difficult to determine. She must find a cure within five years. Although she seems to be very beautiful and the elders in the door are favored, Gan Ping knows that if he tells the matter of Linger, first of all, he can't escape the crime of abusing the evil law to kill innocent people. Strength, or strength, only one's own strength is the right way, and everything else is in vain.

While Gan Ping was thinking about a hundred knots, the fight on the stage was over. Gan Ping didn't care who would win or lose. He suddenly felt that he was not interested. It's better to practice at this time. Suddenly, a man appeared on the stage, dressed as white as snow, with a square face and two pockets on his waist side by side. It was the cold rain. Li Xing'an laughed secretly under the stage. Although the cold rain saw through his provocation, he still couldn't help going to the ring. The servant boy, this time you are dead. The cold rain's mottled rodent lizard is crazy when seeing blood. Even the cold rain night as the host can't control it. What should you do now?

Leng Yu stood in the stage and glanced around and said, "Today's big match in the door. My little brother Leng Yu also came to make a fool. I know that my cultivation is not as good as others, but I don't rely on the magic power of cultivation, so..." Saying that, he patted the dark red pocket on his waist, a streamer shot out of the pocket, a The huge thing appeared in the ring. The disciples under the stage couldn't help taking a cold breath and took a step back. The spirit beast released by the cold rain is about two feet long, covered with colorful scales covering the whole body. The thick snake body of the sea bowl hovered together, and there was a golden stone-like sound in the friction of the scales. A huge head above was like a snake, not a lizard not a lizard, and its sharp teeth flashed dangerous cold light in the sun.

When the monster saw everyone looking at him, he couldn't help roaring with dissatisfaction. The next gusts of wind forced the disciples to cover their mouths and noses one after another. Leng Yu patted the head of the snake-shaped monster and calmed it down. "What I, Mo Lingfeng, inherits this art of beast control. I don't know which brother came to the stage to teach me?" After saying that, he looked at the stage complacently, and his complacency was beyond words.

Everyone retreated one after another. The monster in front of him was obviously extraordinary. Who would come forward to die? Leng Yu saw that everyone did not respond, which was also what he expected. He raised his eyebrows proudly and said, "Is there anyone coming with a spirit beast? Can you go to the stage to compete with each other? After saying that, he looked at Gan Ping under the stage with bright eyes. There was only a red little monkey squatting on Gan Ping's shoulder. Gan Ping's color is slightly dark. Although he is not clear about the situation, he also knows that the man in front of him is coming for him. The fire has followed him for several years and has long become a reverse scale in his heart. The cold rain in front of him actually came up with its idea, which made Gan Ping extremely unhappy. The evil beast in front of him is obviously not the easy person to be with. Of course, Gan Ping will not let Huoer take risks.

Thinking of this, Gan Ping did not pay attention to the cold rain on the stage. He glanced at the person and beast on the stage and turned out. There is nothing here that makes Gan Ping nostalgic. Although he doesn't know why the cold rain provoked him, he can't force himself to go on stage, can he? As soon as he turned around, a scold came from his ear, "Wu that servant, do you dare to go to the stage to practice with your grandfather Lengyu? My striped rodent python hasn't had breakfast yet. Speaking of Leng Yu, he laughed, and his attitude was extremely arrogant.

Ning Ziling's face had already changed greatly, and she scolded with a pretty face, "Leng Yu, what are you crazy about?" She also vaguely understood in her heart that she was involved with Gan Ping, and she couldn't help but be a little angry and cold. Leng Yu was a little unable to hang on his face when he was loudly scolded by Ning Ziling. Looking at Gan Ping, he ignored him and walked straight out of the crowd. He couldn't help but be ashamed and angry. He patted the ferocious huge head of the striped-toothed lizard python around him, and the monster suddenly swept straight out and rushed to Gan Ping from the back. This striped rodent-toothed lizard python has been raised in the cold rain for many years and has long been connected with each other. Looking at his direction, he went straight to the fire on Gan Ping's right shoulder.

The cold light flashed in the cold rain's eyes, and the mind turned slightly. The huge monster's momentum was even worse. Looking at the posture, the cold rain not only had to attack the fire, but also the Ganping arm was bound to get. As Gan Ping was walking forward, he suddenly felt a bad wind behind his head. There was no time to dodge. Suddenly, there was a sad scream in his ear. Ning Ziling beside him also took angrily. A round tortoise shell flew out of his hand and blocked between Gan Ping and the rodent python.