Chapter 430 Gui Yuanzong

The dark green and smelly blood mist sprayed all over the sky. Sword Seventeen looked at the Gan Ping in the ring with slightly admiration, and nodded with satisfaction. After the sword mound came out, Jianshi 17, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately rushed to Guiyuanzong with the disciples of Lingxiao Jianzong and Gan Ping. Because of waiting for Gan Ping, everyone has been delayed for a long time. In three days, the Wanzong Guiyuan Conference is about to begin. Fortunately, this lonely mountain is not very far from Guiyuanzong, and in terms of speed, the flying of the imperial sword is exactly what these swordsmen are good at.

Although Gan Ping was a little surprised that Gan Ping learned several kinds of swordsmanship from the sword tomb, Jian Seventeen was not so many mouthful people. After all, although the two sects are one, Gan Ping is a disciple of Miaocheng Sect after all, and some things are difficult to ask in detail. In the sword mound, even the giants of Lingxiao Jianzong did not realize that what Gan Ping understood was not the swordsmanship on the surface, but the Daluo Zhutian Star Sword.

I think so. In the heart of these swordsmanships who have lived on Guren Mountain for a long time, the stars and swords are as vast as a sea of smoke. Even if the power of the soul has always been sufficient, if you want to achieve something, you have to calculate more than a hundred years. In a month, you can't understand anything at all. However, they did not expect that Gan Ping, a freak, had actually understood the Lianshan I Ching, one of the three classics of Tianzong, and there was also an anti-heavenly weapon such as the blood god knife, which could actually transform the burning soul elixir to quickly calculate swordsmanship. In just more than 20 days, he actually won the sword momentum that could be calculated for more than ten years.

Of course, in the past ten years, it has to refer to the continuous calculation under the sufficient power of the soul. Otherwise, in the terrible place where there is only the power of the sun's true fire and the power of chaos in the extraterritorial sword mound, while restoring the true element of the soul, it will take more than a hundred years for just the small starry sky that Gan Ping understands. . Naturally, Gan Ping will not be stupid enough to support him. Since the sword seventeen did not ask, Gan Ping did not say what he had understood.

After coming down from the sword tomb, Gan Ping fought with the iron sword seventy-six again, and picked up the sword in his hand in one move. Gan Ping, who has experienced the enlightenment of the sword tomb, is far from Wu Xia A Meng, and the method of sword calculation is no longer a threat to him. Among the disciples who rushed to the Guiyuan Sect this time, the seventy-six iron swords are also listed. Lingxiao Sword Sect is already recognized as the first sect in the world with combat power. Therefore, this Wanzong Guiyuan Conference does not send the most elite disciples. In the eyes of these martial arts madmen, this is purely a waste of time, so the participation in the assembly is in their eyes. It was simply a drudgery, and it was shirked layer by layer, so every time the little disciple who was at the bottom went to participate.

Is it just a scene? Lingxiao Jianzong doesn't pay attention to it. In Gan Ping's view, Lingxiao Jianzong is the real hard work. It is proudly independent from the world and has the power to deter the world but does not easily start disputes. It looks detached.

Reaching out his hand and fishing for the inner elixir of the eleventh-order three-headed flying vulture in his hand, Gan Ping nodded, and the sword seventeen roared, took everyone up in the air, and went straight to the direction of Yuanzong. Although the two clans are not extremely far away, the time is too tight, but whenever rare medicinal herbs are found, Ganping still has to stop and pick them up. Jian Seventeen did not stop it. After all, Miaochengzong also had an elixir. Naturally, he was happy to see more and more Gan Pingcai.

"There is Gui Yuanzong ahead!" Standing in the air, Jianshiqi said, which is quite contemptible for the world. Of course, this is true. Yuanshen's high-level cultivation and exquisite swordsmanship. With his strength, even Mahayana monks are difficult to please him. After all, the reputation of Lingxiao Sword Sect's combat power is the first in the world. After three days of sleepless travel, the group finally came to Guiyuanzong.

On the vast and undulating mountains, the tall, gorgeous and luxurious palace made Gan Ping frown slightly. Guiyuanzong is really worthy of being the largest sect of Zihua Fairy Mansion, but this luxurious and luxurious style is a little incompatible with the cultivated atmosphere of Taoists. While everyone was watching, a clear bell rang through the sky. The sound had the power to shake the soul, which made Gan Ping raise his eyebrows.

In an instant, a white-faced Taoist appeared in front of everyone. There was a ups and down in his arms, holding a small and simple bronze bell in his hand. More than a dozen disciples behind him lined up in turn, holding various magic weapons in their hands and a pair of fairy style. It turned out to be the predecessor of Sword Seventeen. It seems that this sword fight, the predecessor lost again..." The visitor obviously knew this sword seventeen and said hello to this sword seventeen.

Sword Seventeen had an unlucky face, "Don't mention it. It's said that I should get started at the latest, and swordsmanship is the least skillful?" Those crazy people let me preside over the affairs of the sect all day long. Where did the time come from to practice? It's really bullying too much." Obviously, Jianshiqi was also very familiar with this person. He waved his hand and said, "I haven't seen you for many years. Your cultivation is making rapid progress. When you have spare time, compare it with me. I still remember your nine days of Qingzheng thunder..."

Hearing this, a trace of embarrassment immediately appeared on his face, and he waved his hand and smiled bitterly one after another, "Seventeen should let go of the small one. How dare I show off my hands in front of you? Isn't this killing me?" Gan Ping couldn't help rolling his eyes behind him. The people of Lingxiao Jianzong were really martial arts lunatics. How could they challenge people as soon as they arrived at the door? What's more, the opposite is the low-level disciple of other people's acquaintances. This sword seventeen has no concept of generation.

Why is the cultivation of Taoism on the opposite side already at the high level of Yuanying? Such a level of cultivation, placed in some small sects, can be regarded as a master of protecting the sect on one side. However, in this return to the Yuanzong, he can only lead people to treat guests. Of course, there is a reason for Guiyuan Sect to support the facade, but this Yuanying monk is Isn't it too worthless? The situation in front of him is empty, but the physical refining is extremely in place. Obviously, it is piled up with countless treasures, which shows the strong strength of the first sect in the world of Yuanzong.

He vaguely ignored the fierce eyes of Jian's seventeen, and the Taoist feelings led everyone to walk in. While quietly looking at these disciples of Lingxiao Sword Sect, they suddenly paused when their eyes were smooth over Gan Ping. Senior Jianshi 17, the cultivation of the disciples of Guizong this time is not bad..." Jianshi 17 forgot him in surprise, and immediately laughed dumbly, and the cheerful laughter spread far away. "You little devil, I don't know what you are thinking? Don't worry, the monk in the Yuanying rank is not from my Lingxiao Jianzong, but a disciple of Miaochengzong!"

The Taoism was clear. He continued to look at Gan Ping's body a few times, and then ignored him. There are some connections between Miaocheng Sect and Lingxiao Jianzong, and other sects also know some. Originally, they were wondering why Lingxiao Jian Sect sent monks from Yuanying above this year. When he heard that Gan Ping was a monk of Miaocheng Sect, he was relieved. This Lingxiao Sword School will not send disciples who are higher than Yuanying every time. Naturally, it is the same this time. I am a little worried.

However, he did not notice the flash of teasing in his eyes on the heroic face of Jianshii. Although Gan Ping is not a disciple of his Lingxiao Sword Sect, this strength is indeed much stronger than that of the disciples of Lingxiao Sword Sect. It seems that this fight is lively to see.

Those Zhike disciples who returned to the Yuan Sect boasted and beat, and went to the insider of Jian 17 and others. It was so lively. Such a huge momentum could not be treated by any sect, which attracted the attention of many people. Jianshiteen was slightly embarrassed to say hello to the person he knew, slapped him on the top of Daoqing's head, and whispered, "Kid, let these disciples disperse. The noisy old man doesn't like it. What should I do? It's not the first time for me to come to Yuanzong!"

It's just a walk. He nodded his head, who knew the character of Jian Seventeen, turned around and left with everyone. He didn't want to do this. Unfortunately, this is the rule of the sect, which can't be violated. Looking at the Taoist love to leave, even Gan Ping breathed a sigh of relief, and the disciples of Lingxiao Jianzong looked even more relieved. How have these disciples who have been practicing hard all day ever experienced such a scene?

"Give me some energy!" Jian Shiqi saw the expression on the faces of these disciples and immediately looked hateful. "Look at the virtues of each of you? Let me tell you, if you lose face, let's see how I deal with you. You can't run away. Go and tify your sword!" Gan Ping couldn't help swallowing his saliva and forturing the sword, which was what the twelfth generation of Jianxintang did. It makes people shudder to excavate the cave with flesh and blood. Even if these disciples are excellent at swordsmanship, it is a little unbearable for anyone to use a pair of swords to chisel mountains that are stronger than fine steel.

With a shout, these disciples immediately shook their expressions, and the sword light flashed on their bodies. Obviously, the words of the sword seventeen played a role. The sword light in the wide square was shining and murderous. Some people who recognized Jian Seventeen in the distance couldn't help rolling their eyes, and the group of crazy people began again. A burst of coquettish laughter came, which made everyone look up. A group of female disciples in different colors were covering their mouths and smiling in the distance. Who is not the disciple of the Su Nvzong?

A green figure came out, and the beautiful and gentle appearance brightened everyone's eyes. The jade man came to the front of Gan Ping in a flash, "Brother Gan Ping, how are you?"