Chapter 264 admit defeat

Everyone couldn't help but breathe a little. Unexpectedly, Gan Ping was so strong that Wanfang on the stage was suppressed in the corner of the ring like her wooden puppet, and it was difficult to have the power to return. With every punching of Gan Ping, the hearts of the male disciples under the stage will beat violently. After all, looking at a delicate beauty being so ruthlessly attacked by Gan Ping, many people have long cursed. Wanfang has a lot of admirers in the sect and even in the Zihua Fairy Mansion. Compared with that, it is the seven masterpieces of Zihua Fairy Mansion. One.

If you know that Wan Fang, who makes people famous all over the world, is so bullied by Gan Ping, you must not want to live in peace in peace. Presumably, the young Junyan who came to challenge the door can flatten his dragon peak. Even so, among the personal disciples standing in the front row under the stage, there were many cold eyes that kept looking at the figure of Gan Ping's fist bombardment, and the flame in their eyes was more fierce than the silence.

Inside, a young man was tall, and his two sword eyebrows were long into his temples. He looked extremely heroic and extraordinary. When he saw the sobriety on the stage, he couldn't help snorting coldly. The sword spirit on his body overflowed. Obviously, he was really angry. A disciple next to him, who looked quite ordinary, pulled his sleeve and said, "Brother Jin, don't be annoyed. Although Sister Wanfang is profound, she is not good at fighting, and it is inevitable that she is at a disadvantage. However, today is not an ordinary occasion. If a personal disciple comes down one after another to challenge a younger brother, it is inevitable that he will be laughed at by foreigners. The big picture is the first priority!"

Although this man's appearance is ordinary and there is no place to be brilliant, his eloquence is excellent. In a few words, he dispels the idea of Brother Jin's end, but the cold light shines in the eyes of the disciple surnamed Jin, staring at Gan Ping, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.

Although Wanfang's cultivation is extremely high, she also has the common problem of young disciples with high cultivation, and her fighting experience is not rich. Wanfang, who can achieve such a high level of cultivation at this age, is purely under the protection of the elders of the sect. In addition, he has made achievements through hard work and practice. Of course, it has nothing to do with his own excellent qualifications. However, there are very few fights. Between these fights, the form changes rapidly. The cultivation of mana is only one aspect, and there is no overwhelming advantage. It depends on the wit and experience of the two people.

If this is not the case, if two people have conflicts, it is better to compare with cultivation. Why do they have to fight and kill? At present, Wanfang is in this embarrassing situation. There is a strong magic power but I don't know how to apply it, as if ordinary people sit on the treasure mountain and won't spend money. Gan Ping's cultivation is low, but his experience of refining some yuan gods is difficult for these disciples to beat.

Seeing that Wanfang was about to be defeated, everyone below showed surprise in their eyes. Even Mo Lianfeng and Wu Yizi frowned. The performance of this disciple in front of him was completely beyond his own expectation. In such a situation, how could he be a Chu brother who had just cultivated? Looking at that scheme, it's really incredible that it's not inferior to the Jindan monk who has been practicing abroad all year round. This adventure treasure can increase the true mana, but if even this experience grows together, it will be a little strange.

The people present, only the silver-keeper who secretly nibbled at this roast chicken in the distance knew it. From time to time, they aimed at the ring and let out bursts of strange laughter, which was deeply meaningful. On the ring, the phantomed three-legged golden black has torn the wooden puppet under him to pieces and is not a human shape. Although the wooden puppet is particularly strong, it is the nemesis against the ancient fierce bird. Under the means of this rogue bird, it has been shriveled and finally dissipated.

Wanfang beside him has reached the verge of collapse. Gan Ping's strong brute force, not to mention the hardness of the dragon scales in his hand and the addition of the real dragon's blood have already made the bamboo simplified giant shield unbearable. However, Gan Ping is not having a good time. At present, he is just seizing the opportunity to suppress Wanfang. However, after all, Zhenyuan's mana and physical power are much worse than the master of Jindan in front of him, and it is his limit to achieve this step.

So the two are now in a stalemate. As long as one person breaks this situation, he can lock in the victory. However, looking at Gan Ping's embarrassed face, it is obvious that he has reached the point of withering. Today's guarding the mountain ring has long been full of gravel and potholes. After the burning of Ganping's horrible flame and the destruction of many spells of Wanfang, and the bombardment of the heavenly thunder, it has long been cut off.

Now it seems that the Shoushan ring, which is more than ten feet high, is only half of the previous one. It can be seen that both of them know the tragedy, but this situation makes the expressions of the other two disciples in the ring embarrassed. Except for the previous pretentious challengers, almost everyone in the second half was watching the fight between Gan Ping and Wan Fang, looking at their gorgeous and neat ring, and then looking at the shaky Ganping on the other side. The two looked at each other and couldn't help but look helpless.

Although the cultivation of the three people is not much worse, Gan Ping's combat effectiveness is really too terrible, isn't it? At this time, the abnormality on the other side attracted the attention of the two people. Just as Gan Ping's persevering punched Wan Fang, Wan Fang under the shield suddenly shouted angrily, and the light shined in an instant. The green light reflected Gan Ping's face and hair were all miserable green, and bursts of terrible mana fluctuations came from in front of him.

"The stubborn stone is on the top, and the bamboo shoots break the sky! Open it for me!" With Wan Fang's fierce shout, dozens of giant flying swords immediately appeared around the ring. The sharp tip of the sword rubbed against the ring and made a harsh scratching sound, while Wanfang's face was like frost, turned into a huge bamboo shoot shadow, and hit Gan Ping's chest fiercely and was hit by this huge force. Gan He spit out blood and flew out and fell to the ground.

Obviously, the reason why Wan Fang's back Gan Ping suppressed such misery is that it is driving a powerful magic power. At present, the green bamboo shoots breaking the sky sword array has surrounded the ring, and the sharp and abnormal sword spirit is overflowing, scraping off a layer of the already damaged ring.

There was a sad and long cry. Although it was an artifact, the owner was seriously injured, but he also had to protect the Lord wholeheartedly. The three-legged golden black spewed out a blazing flame and rushed to Wanfang fiercely. Wan Fang snorted coldly, "Do you dare to release the pearls of rice?" With a slender jade finger, tens of thousands of swords rushed to him, and the originally fierce three-legged Jinwu was actually bombarded by this sword. Jinwu didn't even have a chance to resist. With a whine, he was shattered by the surging sword spirit, but fortunately, it was not an entity. In an instant, it turned into a wisps of red light and flew back to Ganping's treasure fan.

Looking at Wan Fang with a frosty face and cold eyes, Gan Ping couldn't help smiling bitterly. He knew that he had really offended the senior sister Wan. His muscles and bones were about to crack, and it was difficult to get up. He simply stopped resisting and stretched out his hand to admit defeat. In terms of means, if Gan Ping releases the big beard light cup, the green underworld bone fire inside can definitely sweep everything, and if the silence extinguishing fire is used, it is enough to take on this task.

However, I have no hatred with this senior sister, and the other party has an inextricable relationship with me. If it hurts this Wanfang. It can't be said that his master must be the first to jump out and pull out his skin. Anyway, who let the other party be Linger's senior sister? This breath can only be recognized by pinching the nose!