Chapter 163 Attack

Gan Ping turned his head when he heard the sound. It was the old man who had just sold him the witch drum. He frowned slightly, and Gan Ping was a little strange. "This little brother..." Seeing that Gan Ping didn't say anything, the old man said with a little panic, "Just now, you bought a Wugu and there is another one in your home. The little old man waited for a long time, just wanted to ask if you still want it?" The old man's head drooped slightly, and there was a slight trill in his voice, as if he was a little afraid.

However, although this abnormality was seen in Gan Ping's eyes, he was disturbed by Hua Wuyi, but he did not notice any abnormality. Oh? Is there anything else? Then I'll go and have a look." Gan Ping couldn't help but be surprised. Just now, he spent a lot of money to buy the witch drum. The people beside him only thought that he had been wronged, but in fact, it was a treasure in front of him. The material of the witch drum itself is extremely unbearable, and it can't enter the magic eye of the true person at all. However, Gan Ping, who was born to the yang spirit body, felt the innocent difference. In the unforesulted circle of black feathers, bursts of hidden fire emanated spiritual power, which attracted Gan Ping's attention.

If it is not for the physique of the ultimate fire attribute, this abnormality cannot be detected. The firepower from the man is vast and simple, with a faint meaning of the beginning of the world, and Gan Ping feels a trace of the real fire of the sun in it. Looking at the black feathers, Gan Ping inferred that among these messy feathers, there must be the wings of the fire bird, which is probably the scattered feathers of the sun. It's just that it's inconvenient to find out if there are many people.

This sun Jinwu is a natural mythical beast, and the dignity of its bloodline is no less than that of dragons and phoenix. The golden black of the sun was born from the sun star. It was born to absorb the strong firepower of the sun's real fire. He cultivated a powerful and domineering golden fire. Although it is an acquired spiritual fire, the power of the strong power is no different from those low-ranked innate spiritual fires.

A few days ago, Gan Ping's cultivation advanced, and the information came vaguely from my Taiyi Pure Yang Heart Sutra. In addition to the method of the vertical golden light method, there is one that is to borrow the feathers of the spirit bird of fire to make a five fire and seven bird fans. In the ancient era of Kyushu space, this spiritual fan was very famous. I don't know how many famous people died under this spiritual fan. Although Gan Ping did not know this cause and effect, he was also attracted by the vast power. When he saw this golden black feather, he thought he was overjoyed. Although he could not collect the five kinds of spirit bird feathers, but It is a good choice to make an imitation. Even if you can have the power of the original spiritual fan, you can rely on it to protect yourself.

Thinking all the way, Gan Ping did not notice the slightly trembling shoulders and the more and more secluded environment of the old man leading the way. No wonder Gan Ping took it lightly. Although the old man in front of him was not young, he was just an ordinary person. In the eyes of Gan Ping and other monks, he could be strangled to death. What's the difference? What's more, Gan Ping has just been aroused by Hua Wuyi. When he was dizzy, he didn't notice anything strange at all.

But with the passage of time, Gan Ping suddenly found that he had been getting more and more remote under the leadership of the old man. He was almost on the edge of this Juzhenbao, and the wall was faintly visible. At this point, even if Gan Ping is a fool, he should understand. He stopped and said, "My father-in-law, where are we going? Do you have to go out of town? No..."

The surge of spiritual power fluctuations not far away shocked Gan Ping, and the ensuing sense of crisis that made him creepy made Gan Ping quickly flash, and a sword light looked at the place where he had just stood. Gan Ping was anxious and angry. Looking at the strength of the sword light, he must be the master of Jindan. If he suffers this, even the three-layer cultivation of Ganping Binghuo Rongyuan will be torn by the flying sword. The monk in the realm of Jindan is really not able to be low-level.

The person who came here is so shameless. Such a strong and horizontal cultivation also has to hide his head and tail secretly against Gan Ping, who only condenses the middle level, and there is no demeanor of Jin Dan. The air in front of Gan Ping suddenly twisted, and a figure quietly flashed. Gan Ping looked up. His clothes were tattered and his hair was like a chicken coop, covering his face covered his face full of stubble and could not see his appearance clearly, but the eyes hidden behind the messy hair emitted fierce light.

Although there was no fluctuation of spiritual power in the person, Gan Ping secretly ran the spirit dragon, and there was already a huge wave in his heart. The comer turned out to be the monk at the peak of the golden elixir, and immediately entered the master of Yuanying's realm. On the surface, Gan Ping secretly thought about how to escape. Even the master of such cultivation can't compete with Xiaomo Tiantian to save himself, not to mention that this place is on the edge of Juzhen Fort, and Xiaomotian has gone to Boss Zhang's secret room to see the blood and soul, and he can't get there anyway.

For a while, the biggest crisis in his life has appeared in front of Gan Ping. The monk opposite can strangle himself with only one hand. Why use such means? Is it that he is afraid that the fluctuation of his spiritual power in Juzhen Fort will attract people to investigate? Thinking of this, Gan Ping calmed down a little and said loudly, "This senior, you and I have never been in my life. Why do you make this joke? In the next Miao Chengzong Gan Ping, my family teacher Mo Shufeng is a real person. If you offend, please forgive me." With one mouth, he reported to his family and lifted Mo Yufeng, the big Buddha, out. Although the boundless son is also mini-looking, Mo Yufeng, the name of killing god, is extremely useful to the outside world. At this time, Gan Ping only hopes that people can hear his master's name retreat. Now that he is not as good as others, he can only come up with this strategy.

Huoer seemed to feel the horror of the comer. She no longer looked like a hippie smile. She squatted on Gan Ping's shoulder and clenched the uniform stick in her hand. The six senses of the spirit beast are much sharper than that of people, and they can naturally distinguish the strength of the people in front of them.

Sure enough, the man heard Gan Ping's words and stepped forward slightly, "Mo Qianfeng? The first sword cultivation of Miao Chengzong, the master of the realm of Yuanshen..." He muttered to himself, but the cold light in his eyes became more and more shining. Gan Ping did not dare to move randomly. In today's form, his whole body is shrouded in this man's air machine, pulling a hair and moving his whole body. A little carelessness will trigger a shocking blow from the strange person on the opposite side.

"This little brother, I'm not lying to you. It's really that this gentleman asked me to do it. He took my flying sword. Sir, I beg you, give me back the flying sword. I have brought him, and the middle-quality spiritual stone..." The person who made a sound was the old man who led the way. Standing behind the strange man, he cried and begged to the strange man with a bow and bow.

It turned out that I was only worth a spiritual stone. Fortunately, it was a medium-grade one. Gan Ping thought of it self-deprecating. The strange man frowned slightly when he heard the old man's noise, shook his robe sleeves, and a green sword light flew out and slowly floated towards the old man. The old man was overjoyed and quickly reached out to pick him up. But Gan Ping, who was standing in the distance, was stunned. Although the old man deceived him and harmed him in such a field, he still reminded him, "Be careful!"

But it was too late. The green sword light seemed to fall on the old man's hand slowly. Suddenly, an acceleration rushed straight to his throat. In an instant, the sword light soared. The old man's whole body was instantly shattered by the sword light and turned into a blood fog all over the sky, without even a scream. Gan Ping was distracted and only felt that the opposite battle was coming. "I'm still in the mood to pay attention to others. You can't protect yourself!" The hoarse and melting sound of the steel knife scraping the bottom of the pot is generally unpleasant, and the negative measurement is transmitted into Ganping's ears.

Gan Ping only felt a great force coming. With his ability to resist at all, he could only be forced to retreat by this force, but it seemed that the man who took action did not want to hurt Gan Ping. This force only forced him to retreat, but it did not hurt him much. After being hit by this strong blow, Gan Ping's body flew straight back. He flew more than ten feet away in a row and did not stop. He felt a dangerous feeling from behind. Gan Ping was waiting to support his body to stop, but he found that he had entered a light curtain. The unpredictable formation and hidden space power under his feet made Gan Ping felt extremely bad. At this time, the hoarse voice sounded, "In the five elements of heaven and earth, the spiritual escape opens for me, go!"

The power of space rolled up, and Gan Ping's figure disappeared into the array. The strange man smiled coldly, stepped into the spiritual array and disappeared. In an instant, a piece of jade in the spiritual array under his feet broke. The whole array was disordered, and the muffled sound turned into invisible. Only the faint power of space emanated in the air, loomed.