The Legend of Heaven

Chapter 376 Old Man

Gan Ping was also looking curiously. A roaring whip had reached the top of his head. He frowned slightly. Gan Ping flicked his fingers. The whip woven with several kinds of low-level monster hair and snake skin suddenly broke apart. And over there, the monk led by Luo Yanzong had also noticed the riots here and rushed over with the sword light.

Zhang Daniu, who has Jin Dan's cultivation, made the monk frown slightly. He didn't expect that there would be such a good hand in this practice. And Gan Ping's costume made the monk look sideways. Looking at what Gan Ping called Bizhu Tianqi, there was a trace of fiery in his eyes. After looking at the two people for a long time, the leading monk raised his whip and pointed to Zhang Daniu, "You can go. As for you..." He turned his head and looked at Gan Ping, which actually destroyed my magic weapon of Luo Yanzong. This account had to be well calculated.

Gan Ping couldn't help but be stunned, magic weapon? Is the rag whip in the disciple's hand also a magic weapon? Looking at the materials and refining methods, the input is extremely reluctant, so don't mention any magic weapon. With a flash of light in his eyes, Gan Ping smiled secretly. Obviously, this man wanted to blackmail, and his wealth was not exposed. If it hadn't been for his pearls and treasures, he would have been released like Zhang Dan, right?

It seems that the situation here is very chaotic. Gan Ping thought quite playfully that this Luo Yanzong himself has never heard of. Obviously, it is a small sect that doesn't know where it came from. Looking at the low repair everywhere, it must mean to treat these scattered as cannon fodder, and I haven't seen anything else for such a long time. The big door came forward to stop it, and the message contained in it is worth thinking about.

Shaking his head slightly, Gan Ping patted the Bizhu Tianqi under his seat and suddenly turned around. The huge body suddenly surged with the momentum of the sky. The fire showed a small head in Gan Ping's forehead, blinking his eyes and looking at the people outside with interest. Irrelying attention to the extortion of the Luoyan Sect monk, Gan Ping casually popped up a spark, and the horrible breath made everyone present suffocate.

Gan Ping is not a compassionate saint. Since these scattered practitioners come to participate in the excitement of this Lingjiang treasure ship, they must have the awareness of loss. I came here by myself, but I just don't want to have a conflict with this monk of Luoyanzong. If this group of people are really greedy, and even this silence can't be deterrable, Gan Ping doesn't mind teaching them a lesson. Along the way, they haven't been relaxed for a long time. Do you think you are a vegetarian monk?

However, Gan Ping overestimated the courage of these people. As soon as the innate Douzhenyan, who contained a terrible breath, took action, the monk Luo Yanzong, who was staring at him, suddenly turned pale. The fear from the depths of the soul makes them retreat from the flame of the desolate, simple and terrible atmosphere.

Wherever Gan Ping went, everyone retreated and made way. Looking at the back of Gan Pingshi Shiran's departure, the monk led by the Luoyan Sect was already in a cold sweat. He couldn't figure it out. Just a few days ago, all the major sects clearly ordered their disciples to wear their own clothes to avoid misunderstandings and conflicts. After all, there are too many disciples in this sect on the Lingjiang River. I just looked at Gan Ping for a long time and didn't find any sect sign at all. I thought I had met a fat sheep, but I didn't expect it to be such a terrible person.

Fortunately, I didn't order to attack the teenager just now. Otherwise, with the strong breath of the strange flame just now, I and others would have turned into ashes, right? After wiping the cold sweat on his head, he drove these low-cultivated Sanxiu with everyone and marched far away. Several women who have a good impression of Gan Ping in that group of Sanxiu are still looking back frequently, and their strength is strong. This is the pass of the immortal world.

Gan Ping ignored the thoughts of the people behind him and continued to move forward. A small sword charm flew from the east. Gan Ping reached out to take it, frowned slightly, and patted the big head of Bizhu Tianqi. The big guy suddenly shook his head and flew in that direction. What just flew was the summoning sword charm of the low-level disciples of Miaocheng Sect. The vague messages from the sword charm showed that a team of Miaocheng Sect disciples were encountering difficulties 300 miles to the east.

The monks of the sect are connected with the same spirit. In this rescue rune, the monks of the same sect within a radius of 500 miles should be rescued immediately and should not be delayed. Gan Ping also has a few sword charms in his hand, but they have never been used. With his current cultivation, if there is a dangerous situation that can't be dealt with, unless there is a Yuanying monk in the sect nearby, these low-level disciples are really useless.

Although it seemed to flash its wings slowly, the speed of progress was extremely fast, but the time of the tea had come to the communication place of the sword charm. Gan Ping looked over there from afar. Surely, there were several disciples in Miaochengzong costumes facing a group of people.

Cold rain? Gan Ping couldn't help laughing. He didn't expect to meet Mo Lingfeng's cold rain in this way at this time. The cold rain obviously entered the country very fast, and I don't know how much money the elders in the family talked about. Now he has broken through the realm of condensation and has reached the middle of the liquidization. The disciples of Miaocheng Sect around him also have different realms of liquid condensation and so on, which is also a lot of fighting power.

However, this discovery made a trace of haze in Ganping's play. It was really a magic disaster, and the aura was strange. In just two years, the low-level disciples of Miaochengzong have been promoted several times more than in previous years, and the cultivation of the rest of the disciples has also increased at an incredible rate. Although this scene was extremely pleasant, it also made the elders of Miaochengzong deeply green again. Cultivation is important, but it's not a good thing to cultivate too fast. After all, there are very few freaks like Gan Ping who can kill heart demons.

In the past two years, there have been several times more than advanced disciples, and the number of disciples who went crazy and died has also increased a lot more than in busy years, which is the result of the lack of realm. Moreover, although the cultivation is extremely fast, it has been suffering for many years. These disciples' control of the power of heaven and earth is only limited to a superficial understanding. Zhenyuan is indeed strong, but as for how much combat power he can exert, it is also extremely worrying.

The cold rain trembled all over. He took a group of brothers and flew with the power of nine cows and two tigers to suppress and capture the demon snake that was about to turn into a dragonfly, but he didn't expect to kill such a group of guys. Poor God, this is already the ninth level, and the demon snake that is about to turn into a dragonfly is not what his little disciple can do at all. He also used the magic weapon to control beasts handed down by his grandfather. Taking advantage of the unpreparedness of this demon snake, he spent a lot of materials to hurt several people and set up a formation to capture the ninth-order monster alive.

If you turn this demon snake into a spiritual beast with your own life according to your own spell of Mo Lingfeng's vein, then your own combat strength will definitely give birth to a large part. This time, the Lingjiang treasure ship will be a little more sure. These guys on the opposite side also know themselves. They are the people in Feiyunmen at the junction of Zihua Fairy Mansion and the Southern Wasteland. They are also good and evil, wandering between good and evil.