Chapter 413 Xuan's Ancestor

"What?" Gan Ping frowned. Unexpectedly, Ma Linger and others went down the mountain to Naluo Zhenfang. Obviously, their goal was the flower without clothes. To be honest, for this enchanting and beautiful poor woman, Gan Ping still has such a trace of sympathy in his heart, but sympathy is sympathy, but it will not have any intersection with her at all. The two people are people who belong to different worlds.

Although I heard that the Xuanyu ancestor looked at him covely, Gan Ping did not have any pity for him. His troubles were all because he was strong. He and this flower without clothes were only one side. If there was any relationship, it was her own wishful thinking, and it had nothing to do with her. But what Gan Ping didn't expect was that Ma Ling'er's three daughters went down the mountain without telling her, which made Gan Ping't help but have a big head for a while. My relationship with these three women has been mixed uproar. If you add Hua Wuyi, a fox charming child, your reputation will really be confirmed.

There was no way for Gan Ping to leave Mingyun Peak in a hurry and fly down the mountain. When the disciples who patrolled the mountain all the way saw that it was Gan Ping's brother, they retreated and saluted one after another. Even if Gan Ping had been defeated by that Zong Tianyang's hand, his cultivation was a solid state of Yuanying. Now it is not too much for Gan Ping to be the first person of the Xuanzi generation. In addition, he has taken Sanmei in hand. Although there are some rumors, these low-level disciples are admiring Gan Ping's brother Yan admiration, which is simply a model for our generation.

I didn't pay attention to the thoughts of those disciples. Gan Ping hurried down the mountain all the way and went straight to the city at the foot of the mountain. After seeing him for several years, the city became more and more prosperous. He didn't care about the layers of formation. Gan Ping went straight to the flying sword and fell from the sky. Now he is no longer the little disciple who has to pass through the main door. The strong breath overflows, and the monk who has reached the Yuanying rank has a lot of privileges in this city. The strength is the best. It is the true law of the immortal world.

Gan Ping is not afraid of what Ma Linger and others will do to Hua Wuyi. After all, he still knows his three women very well. Although Ma Linger is usually fierce and has a cold frost on her face, but her heart is extremely kind. For such a poor woman as Hua Wuyi, she will have nothing to do with her. I don't think so. A few little girles just came here because they were curious.

Thinking about it, the tall gatehouse of Luo Zhenfang had appeared in front of him. However, the sound from it immediately made Gan Ping look awe-in, and the murderous opportunity was like a tide.

The voice is not male or female, but it is ethereal and ethereal. It is intermittently sharp and unpleasant, which makes people hear a kind of chill in the bottom of their hearts. "Tut, good watery little girl, are you the sweet fiancee? That rubbish can't even match Zong Tianyang's useless thing. It's better to follow me and make me love you so much..." With that, I laughed.

" Let her go!" The voice was like eternal ice, cold and forceful. Obviously, it was Bi Rouqing who was talking, and with her words, several sounds of gold and iron fighting came, and it was obvious that she had already started. Who is inside? Unexpectedly, he can force the three women to this extent. Is it the mysterious ancestor who listens to this strange voice? This old monster is too arrogant, isn't it? This is under Yulong Mountain. Isn't he afraid that Miao Chengzong will make trouble for him? And what does Luo Zhenfang eat? How dare you stop it?

At this time, Gan Ping was already furious. He was just attacked by Zong Tianyang, and did these people see themselves clearly? Although it is rumored that this mysterious ancestor is already a figure in the initial stage of the Yuanshen, Ganping, who has the blade of life revolution, is not afraid at all. At worst, he has to fight for the blood and longevity that he has tonic from Aolong, and launches a secret skill of killing his life again. How can he let go of this old demon?

What's more, he got the secret treasure of Ao Xinglie's Shuifu Tiangong and refined the wings of the dark evil phoenix. The five fires and seven bird fans in Gan Ping's hand have been stiffly raised again, which is as powerful as a high-level magic weapon. This old demon golden altar is doomed. With a long roar, the mountain sword in Gan Ping's palm turned into a sword spirit all over the sky, as if the Tianhe River collapsed and overflowed endlessly. Gan Ping's huge divine knowledge from Ao Xinglie's dragon ball had locked everything in the building.

In the hall that Gan Ping once saw, I don't know when a large Taishi chair appeared. In the corner, more than a dozen girls were shrinking into a ball of color and trembling, peeking at the evil young man on the Taishi chair from time to time. The young man's face was covered with thick moles, but his lips were smeared with a layer of bright red, which looked extremely strange. He was dressed in big red clothes, which was quite nondescript. I think this was the mysterious ancestor.

At his feet, a graceful and hot female body was trampled under her feet. The red gauze clothes on her body were already scattered. The pink and white skin was exposed, and the male monk in the corner swallowed a mouthful of water from time to time. In the middle of the hall, in a pink tulle, a charming and charming woman is eagerly waving the sword in her hand. Isn't it Ma Linger or which one?

And in front of her, the beautiful woman with a frosty face and full of fear is not Bi Rouqing, which one is it? Facing the master of this yuanshen realm, Bi Rouqing can't help but be a little worried. Although this is at the foot of Yulong Mountain and in Luo Zhenfang, the people in Luozhenfang obviously favor this old monster, but none of the disciples of Miaochengzong were present. Bi Rouqing couldn't help but hate that she and others were reckless.

Originally, they were just moved for a moment and wanted to see what kind of person this woman who had something to do with Gan Ping was, but they didn't expect to meet this mysterious ancestor. The beauty of the three women immediately attracted this lustful old devil, and Ma Linger's biggest rely on Aolong is sleeping in the back mountain of Hualong Peak. Although this natural dragon species is collected by Ma Linger, it can't be kept around like a pet all day long. After all, it also has its own dignity.

Bi Rouqing couldn't help crying secretly. Obviously, the old monster didn't know what agreement he had reached with Luo Zhenfang, so that these monks guarding Luo Zhenfang didn't pay attention to the fight between several people. And this mysterious ancestor is also good and evil, and he behaves abnormally and rudely. When there is no one at the time, he may do something. He can't stand it alone. Bixin's cultivation is too low, and Ma Linger has a strong and horizontal cultivation, but she doesn't know how to use it at all. With her own Yuanying's cultivation, how can she match this old monster? Bi's tenderness can't help regretting it.

This time in the fairy palace of the water mansion, she also got a lot of powerful magic weapons. However, this period of life was too comfortable. She, like Ma Linger, put the refining magic weapons and other things behind her mind. Now although she has the most precious treasure in her hand, it is difficult to exert its power.

Just when Bi Rouqing was in a dilemma, a fierce roar came from the sky, and a domineering and arrogant voice came from the sky, "That shemale, who is not a man or a woman, come out to die!" Then the powerful divine thoughts crackled down with the sound of breaking the sky, and unexpectedly broke the prohibition of Luo Zhenfang and swept over the world. Since Luo Zhenfang had done such things, he did not have to worry about his face.