Chapter 107 and the offer

Gan Ping was suddenly shocked when he heard Mo Yufeng's words. Just as he was still thinking about how to make up words, Mo Yufeng's words shattered the fluke in his heart. The spiritual movement in the Fire Hall a few years ago was because of you, right? Two days ago, when Xiao Mofeng sent a message to the flying sword, I was already suspicious. What surprised me more was that your cultivation could fully display this Liuhe mountain collapse boxing. Ping'er, where did you come from? How much did you hide as a teacher? Later, Mo Congfeng's voice was much higher, and gradually there was a sense of accountability.

Gan Ping couldn't help but feel a little bitter in his mouth. He didn't expect that the problem would appear here. Since the matter can't be concealed, let's tell it out. What's more, after these days, Gan Ping has known the nature of the two masters. They still don't like his own things. This time, they simply made a break. In order to avoid always trying to cover it up.

Thinking of this, Gan Ping turned around and knelt down in front of Mo Congfeng and called a "master". How much hardship and bitterness were contained in his voice. He thought that he, a child who had just turned 14 years old, had experienced so much hardships and worked hard to learn Taoism in Xianshan, just to save Linger. At the time of Ma Jiaji, no one regarded him as a child. Although he was kind to him, he was also slightly afraid. After all, Gan Ping, who could kill monsters at a young age, was no different from that monster for them. It was not until Gan Ping came to the Fire Hall that he felt the love of the two masters. Although the time was very short, it also made Gan Ping feel a trace of guilt. The two masters treated themselves like this, and they still had something to hide, which had almost become the heart of Gan Ping's daily cultivation.

This master also called Mo Congfeng a little soft-hearted. After all, the child in front of him likes it very much, but because the matter is important, he has to be strictly investigated. This is related to the inheritance of the sect, which is not the time for children to love. Mo Congfeng looked like a peerless sword in front of outsiders, but only those close to him knew that Mo Shouzuo was actually very cold and warm-hearted. Seeing Gan Ping kneeling under his knees so aggrieved and desolately, he was the first one who couldn't stand it.

Gently stroking Gan Ping's bun, Mo Qianfeng said softly, "Good boy, but what's difficult to say? Say it and let the teacher listen to it. Like a kind father, there is no domineering and prestige to kill demons with a sword in the air that day. Hearing such a soft question, Gan Ping's grievances and bitterness finally had a place to vent. No matter how strong the cultivation was, he was just a minor child. Suddenly, Gan Ping cried. This time, he was caught off guard, and he was usually obedient and smart. Now this cry made Mo Lianfeng simply confused. He quickly comforted him softly and comforted his little disciple with pain.

Just as the two of them were crying happily, and the other was in a hurry, there was a strange sound from the corner of the indoor wall, as if someone was sneering. Gan Ping, who was crying, didn't notice, but how cultivated Mo Zhenfeng was. He immediately heard the laughter, raised his head and stared at the foot of the wall fiercely, and then lowered his head to comfort his disciples.

Finally, when Mo Congfeng was sweating, Gan Ping stopped crying, knelt at Mo Congfeng's feet, and told the past of these years one by one without any reservation. Since he belongs to the sect, he naturally doesn't need to cover up. It's just that no one asked him before, and he didn't deliberately deceive him. Therefore, Gan Ping didn't hide anything. Even the thousand-hunting silk art was also hidden, and even the ring left by Xuan Mingzi was presented.

Looking at Gan Ping, who knelt on the ground respectfully and held the ring high in his hand, Mo Nianfeng couldn't help but be a little distracted. Originally, he thought that his apprentice had something to hide from him, but it was just some small things. He just couldn't get the urging of the leader to investigate the matter in detail. If it is according to Mo Congfeng's mind, there is no need to ask about this matter, but it has to be so important, but I didn't expect that such an experience would be involved.

He could see that the storage ring in Gan Ping's hand was a second-class treasure. Even in his Miaocheng clan, there were few such storage magic weapons, but he didn't expect that one would appear in this disciple's hand. Stretching out his hand, Mo Congfeng did not accept the ring, but put his palm on the top of Gan Ping's head. "Ping'er, run your Taiyi Chunyang Heart Sutra and let the teacher have a look." Gan Ping did not hesitate to hear the words and encouraged Zhenyuan's mana to operate the Taiyi Chunyang Heart Sutra.

Putting his hand on Gan Ping's head, Mo Zhenfeng looked surprised. Originally, he thought that his Taoist cultivation and vision were high enough, but he could not distinguish the route of the true operation in Gan Ping's body, but it was certain that the mana in his disciple's body was definitely not a demon. The majestic and masculine atmosphere made Mo Zhenfeng quite shocked. His disciple was really lucky. He could get such fire skills. Compared with this skill, the fire skills collected in the Miaocheng Sect were inferior. But it is not to blame Mo Minfeng for sighing so much. The Taiyi Pure Yang Heart Sutra is a skill of explaining the true transmission in Kyushu space. When you practice to Mahayana, you can understand the supreme magic power. Can't this saint's law be understood by a monk in the realm of a small Yuanshen? Even the genus of immortals can't analyze this supreme formula. After all, even a few disciples under the saint's throne are already ancient golden immortals.

In the ancient era, fierce beasts were everywhere, and lichs were rampant. This interpretation can be carried forward in it. Can the strength of immortals at that time be measured in this end of the Dharma era? In that dangerous era of flood and famine, the seventeenth-level real dragon body also wandered everywhere, waiting for the sage under the saint's door, even if it is not qualified to be a disciple. Today, if there is a seventeen-level mountain spirit beast, it can be regarded as the world, not to mention the born dragon clan.

On this side, Mo Congfeng couldn't tell the way, and there was also a sound of shock in the empty corner on the other side. When Gan Ping was running the Taiyi Chunyang Heart Sutra, the faint ancient flood and famine breath was slightly revealed on the body surface. Under this breath, the originally clearly visible cultivation of Gan Ping immediately became hazy, which made him hide in the corner of the wall. The people were also very surprised. Taking his hand away from the top of Gan Ping's head, Mo Lianfeng frowned deeply. He was wondering why he had never heard of this skill. Looking at the power of this skill, it should be very famous.

The predecessors who brought this skill into this space have no sense of belonging to this space, so after being seriously injured and destroyed by the space barrier, they practiced silently and did not communicate with outsiders. Even few people knew it, not to mention the name of this mind method. After thinking about it for a while, Mo Congfeng stared at Gan Ping and said, "Ping'er, I'm not forcing you to be a teacher. It's just that as a disciple of the clan, you have to be cautious about the future of the sect. It's better to find out." When he spoke, Mo Qiangfeng's eyes looked straight at the corner of the ringing wall. He was already itching. You watched the play there, and this bad guy asked me to do it. It was really a good calculation.

"Disciples dare not complain. They are teachers and fathers all their lives. In fact, Gan Ping is also a little guilty for hiding these things before, and he is much more comfortable when he tells them." Gan Ping saw that Mo Jiangfeng's expression calmed down and knew that his level was almost over. Sure enough, his master did not covet those things. It seemed that he still regarded people with the heart of a villain. It's ridiculous that Gan Ping doesn't know that in the eyes of his two masters, he is the real treasure, and it's hard to find a good apprentice.

"Ping'er, use the other divine channel methods and let the teacher have a look." Mo Congfeng frowned slightly and glanced at the corner of the wall, and his ears trembled slightly, as if someone was saying something to him. He said this words helplessly. Fortunately, Gan Ping knelt on the ground and lowered his head without finding the abnormality of Mo Congfeng.

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Finally, the damn big pit is about to be added. After dealing with these things, Gan Ping can walk freely. I sweated first, but it took so long!