Chapter 265 Yun Sheng Lei

The corners of his mouth were sprayed with blood foam, and Gan Ping looked at Wan Fang in the air with a smile on his face. He had already admitted defeat. This senior sister Wan would not attack her again regardless of her face, would she? There was a godless son who had been waiting for a long time and flew up to the stage. His eyes were shining and looked at Wan Fang in the air. With a sigh in his heart, Wan Fang took the sword array and slowly fell down. His eyes looking at Gan Ping were extremely complicated and thoughtful.

"In this game, Wei Cuifeng Wan Fang wins!" When the dull godless son announced the result of this mountain-keeping ring, it was just a personal disciple's mountain-keeping ring. Even if he won, there would be no prize. Gan Ping, who was beside him, looked at Wan Fang's embarrassed face and couldn't help laughing. However, he accidentally hooked up the injury and Lien Sheng coughed. Just now, Wanfang gathered the true mana and physical strength of the whole body, coupled with the power of the bamboo shoots and wood spirit, even if Gan Ping's current physical strength, he was unexpectedly hurt.

Seeing that this boy is so lazy and rogue, Wan Fang can't help but be angry. It's really abominable that he doesn't forget to make fun of himself with such an injury. The surface was still, and his heart had already gritted his teeth. As soon as he raised his jade hand, a blue thunderlight shone out and went straight to the top of Ganping's head. A trace of fine light suddenly flashed in the dull eyes of the godless son beside him, but when he found that it was beneficial and harmless to Ganping, and when Meng Cuifeng was alone to treat the injury, the slightly raised finger quietly fell down, allowing the pair of juniors to fool around.

Poor Nagan Pingyuan thought that in front of this godless son, she would not do anything to herself. The child's heart was onset, so she became funny. But he never thought that there would be such a wonderful spell in the world. When the thunder came, the godless son beside him did not react at all, and he was caught off guard and could not dodge at all. He could only let the blue thunderlight hit his head.

Gan Ping only felt a burst of numbness in his whole body, and the thunder light turned into a large and pure wooden spiritual power rushed down from the top door, flowing away his whole body to help him recover from his injury. This wooden spiritual power can best repair the injury and nourish the body. Moreover, Gan Ping's pure fire attribute Zhenyuan. Under the urging of this wooden spiritual power, most of the injuries were repaired in an instant.

A carp stood up, and Gan Ping turned up from the ground. He bowed and saluted Wan Fang, "Thank you for your help!" For this Wanfang, Gan Ping has experienced a lot. He can't fight, and he can't run. It's better to please him more, so as not to suffer in the future. Wan Fang turned her head without a sound. Gan Ping was a little puzzled. She straightened up and was stunned to find that Wan Fang had a smile on her beautiful side face.

Laughter? Did you guess wrong? Isn't this Wanfang angry with herself? Before Gan Ping could react, the godless man beside him slapped him on the shoulder, "Since you lost, go down!" Gan Ping knows the rules of guarding the mountain. Although there is no sharpness, he can't continue to stay on the stage if he loses, and can only admit defeat and step down.

Although I was defeated and was extremely miserable, I was honored even though I was defeated. How many disciples can suppress the master of Jindan's perfection with the cultivation of the liquid realm? There are also several disciples in the liquid realm who can be such a master of cultivation as Wanfang. Although he was defeated on the surface, Gan Ping knew that if it was really a life-and-death struggle, he would have killed his opponent face to face. Whether it is the silence Zhenyan or the Qingming bone fire, or the magic blood knife and the Qingyuan sword rune, they are not what a disciple of the golden elixir realm can resist.

Therefore, Gan Ping was defeated without any burden and did not put a little dust on his Taoist heart, but what made him slightly puzzled was why the head seat of the godless son twitched slightly when he spoke to himself, as if he couldn't help laughing? Before he could figure it out, he had already walked to the edge of the ring. The disciples under the stage saw Gan Ping first stunned, and then burst into laughter. Mo Lianfeng, who was sitting in the back to taste tea, also sprayed out a mouthful of tea and coughed repeatedly.

Only then did Gan Ping find something wrong. He quickly touched his face, and his palms were dark. Then he suddenly realized that he turned around and looked at Wan Fang, who was snickering fiercely and was about to speak. The godless son bit his lips gently and waved his sleeve, "Go, go, don't delay." Gan Ping, who stood on the edge of the ring, only felt an irresistible strong wind blowing, and he was retreated to the stage and floated to the seat where Mo Jingfeng and others were.

Those disciples of the foreign sect also laughed, but Zhang Yingcheng and other predecessors of the sect looked gloomy and did not say a word. Others can't see it. Can't they see it like this? The godless son doesn't know when he has broken through to the realm of Yuanshen. What kind of adventure did this Miaochengzong have? Unexpectedly, some people broke through the realm of the yuan god one after another, so how can other sects be themselves?

As their enemy for many years, how can they not know this godless son? Miaochengzong is less than the angry real person, boundless, godless, soundless, Mo Zhenfeng and others, and their strength is not the same. Although this godless son is ancient and waveless on the surface, how can he ascend to the first seat of the law hall if he is really mediocre? Someone once estimated that this ordinary godless son, who is not exposed to the mountains and rivers, is afraid that he is three times stronger than the sharp Mo Congfeng, and his fighting power is directly chasing the angry real person.

Now that he and the angry real person have broken through the realm of the yuan god, what about the boundless? What about no sound? Wuyin is just that. As an alchemist, the infinite son can break through this realm of Yuanshen and refine higher-level elixir. Zhang Yingcheng doesn't believe that Miao Chengzong can't see this. If there is any spirit that can break through the realm of Yuanshen, I'm afraid it's the first to take care of this endless life?

The laughter in his ear was so harsh. Zhang Yingcheng waved his sleeve, and a disciple of the Xianling Sect beside him snorted and flew out, "Shut up, you don't know when you're about to die!" The elders of the other sects were silent, as if they were affirming Zhang Studio's idea. I'm afraid this wonderful sect is going to rise. After today's event, we must go back to the sect to agree on a countermeasure. Otherwise, the danger of the overthrow of the sect is in front of you.

Gan Ping didn't know that all the troubles of these people came from him. He was pushed by the godless son, crossed everyone's heads and fell beside Mo Congfeng and others. Seeing him come in front of him, the voiceless aunt beside her smiled, as if she thought of her identity, so she flattened her face, smiled at the corners of her mouth, and looked at Gan Ping up and down, looking quite interested.

Gan Ping couldn't help feeling aggrieved. It's not your disciple, so I made it like this. But he didn't dare to say this clearly. He quickly saluted Mo Lianfeng and Wu Yizi, "My disciple is ashamed and weak. He is defeated on the stage. Please punish him." When Mo Congfeng saw Gan Ping's miserable appearance, his throat knot rolled. Just as he wanted to say something, the boundless man beside him had already replied with a smile, "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if Wan Fang is an outsider. What does it matter whether you win or lose the game between the family? Brother Cong Feng, what do you think?

This old fox is really cunning. Mo Nianfeng looked embarrassed in these words, and the voiceless face beside him was also slightly red. Mo Minfeng touched his nose, "Well, yes, yes, that Wanfang is not an outsider, saying that it is a family... Well, this, she is your fiancee's senior sister, this, that..."

The boundless man beside him sneered slightly, a pair of bright little eyes on Mo's embarrassed face from time to time, and the little hands that kept twisting behind him were patrolling back and forth, full of pride and cunning. This thief's smiling expression made Mo Lianfeng angry and quickly looked at Gan Ping. "Well, Ping'er, you are also tired of this fight, so it's not a big deal. You might as well go back to your Hualongfeng to rest and come to my Wei Yufeng tomorrow. I have something to ask you."

Hearing this, Gan Ping was slightly confused. Could it be that his master kicked himself back to Hualongfeng with such a kick? This sect ceremony was only halfway through, but when he saw Mo Lianfeng's strange eyes looking at his face, he suddenly realized that he quickly saluted and left Yin Xuanfeng in a hurry with his fire.

After leaving the Yin Xuanfeng array, Gan Ping drove the sword light and turned into a fire mirror. He saw that his face inside was mottled. His face, which was originally like a crown jade, is now bright in the dark and bright, and strange. The bun on the top of his head had already been blown away by the thunder, and the hair on his head stood upright, like a hedgehog. No wonder he saw that his people became so strangely poor. No wonder his master insisted on going back to repairing by himself. Obviously, he can't afford to lose this person.

With a scream, Gan Ping smashed the fire mirror with a palm, drove the mountain sword, turned into a streamer, and flew away with a speed several times faster than usual. The miserable cry came back to Yin Xuanfeng, who was surging in his head. Hearing this sound, Wanfang couldn't help but slightly raised the corners of her mouth, showing a bright smile.