Chapter 80 Bound Dragon Thunder

Gan Ping looked at the cold rain in front of him coldly. He was too lazy to say anything to such a person. He just gently raised his right hand, grabbed the remaining clothes on his chest, and tore it off with a hard pull, revealing his muscular and strong upper body. With the blessing of practicing physical exercise, Gan Ping's body is not as thin and weak as it looks. Without the cover of clothes, the strong muscles are as clear as copper cast iron. The female disciples onlookers below couldn't help blushing and turning their heads slightly, but they couldn't help secretly looking at Ganping on the stage. Fang Yuanting looked at Gan Ping with different eyes. Unexpectedly, Gan Ping usually looked weak and elegant, but when he took off his clothes, he was so strong, which not only made his curiosity about Gan Ping much heavier.

Looking at the broken black robe in his hand, Gan Ping sighed in his heart. It's okay to break it, and he no longer need to wear the clothes of white-eyed servants and disciples in the future. He raised his hand, and the broken pieces of clothes fell on the stage like a black butterfly, but Gan Ping himself turned into a light and shadow and rushed to the cold rain. His family knows his own affairs. Although Gan Ping has been init for nearly half a year, he is only immersed in practice and has not learned any magic spells. He will definitely suffer losses against Leng Yu, who has similar cultivation. Although as long as the magic blood knife that day is spewed out, the cold rain in front of us can be easily killed, the life-saving thing at the bottom of the box can still be used. What's more, now on the ring, Leng Yu is killed in full view of the eyes of the public. Even his own master, Wu Yizi, can't excuse himself.

Long before the action, Gan Ping's arms were quietly buckled on two golden arms. It was the body protection weapon given by an elder in the Lishan Hall just now. Although it has not been refined, it can resist some spells with the strength of its materials. Gan Ping has already paid attention to it. Even if he doesn't know those spells, with the strength of his body and the flame of fire control, he can also make this cold rain look good. Gan Ping was deeply enraged by the cold rain's raid just now. For the first time, he felt that death was so close to him. In this world of cultivation, if you are disabled, life is better than death. Since this cold rain is so vicious, don't blame me for being cruel.

Leng Yu only felt that the strong wind was coming to his face. It was Gan Ping who punched his face. When Li Xing'an was fighting, Gan Ping had already found some of the problems. Although these disciples have a variety of ways to attack, their physical protection is extremely poor, which may be the reason why they are so vulnerable because they don't have a good protective weapon. Gan Ping was convinced that if he came close to him, he would definitely be able to bombard him off the stage with one blow.

What Gan Ping didn't expect was that when his fist was close to the tip of the nose of the cold rain, a faint blue light rose from his body, abruptly blocking his inevitable punch. Even Gan Ping's fist could not break the thin light curtain. Under the impact of Gan Ping's great force, the cold rain was blown out like a cyan ball of light. In the air, he hurriedly displayed a few magic formulas, which could stand on the edge of the ring. His ugly face looked at Gan Ping, who was covered with muscles, and squeezed out two words from between his cold rain teeth: "Shu?"

Watching Gan Ping rushing towards him again, the cold rain did not dare to neglect him. He quickly turned around and distanced himself from Gan Ping, and decided to pinch an obscure and dark streamer wrapped around Gan Ping. It is Mo Lingfeng's secret dragon-binding formula. Mo Lingfeng takes beasts as the main means, and he also has his own unique method of catching monsters. This dragon-binding formula is one of the smart formulas. Non-straight disciples cannot practice. The dragon binding formula fell on Gan Ping. He only felt that bursts of powerlessness came from his body, and with a slight fear, his body's movements immediately slowed down.

Ning Ziling, who watched the battle below, suddenly scolded: "Ceng Yu... You are so shameless, do you... Don't you know that this dragon binding formula is not allowed to be used against people?" Leng Yu smiled when he heard this, "So what? Is this servant disciple a human? Haha..." Looking at Gan Ping's ugly face, Leng Yu's heart was extremely happy. He turned his hand, and a thick conical strange blade appeared in his hand. The blade is like a thick cone, about a foot long, with a dark light on it, which makes the cold rain face more gloomy and twisted.

Leng Yu looked at Gan Ping, who looked ugly in the distance, with a strange smile on his face. The thunder and light in his hand was a treasure given by Xuanzu. Although it was not a magic weapon, it was also a top existence in the magic weapon. As long as it was gently, the hateful boy would definitely turn to the ground. Thinking of the cold rain here, he silently urged the magic weapon in his hand. The bursts of electric light appeared on the dark surface of the thunder, and the collision with each other brought out the sound of tearing. The momentum was quite amazing.

Gan Ping felt the strangeness of this dragon binding formula. The dark fog on his body was infiltrating countless thin lines into the body, as if he was stealing his own blood and vitality and turning it into a bondage on his body. He couldn't help staring at the cold rain of the magic weapon in front of him. This method must be the magic formula that acts on the monster. This cold rain house However, it's really bad to use it for yourself. If it hadn't been for the strength of his body far greater than that of the same monk, he would have been sucked away by this vicious formula and his whole body's vitality and fell to the ground for slaughter. Thinking of this, Gan Ping hurriedly urged the silk dragon pattern Binghuo Yuan Gang in his body to swim away from the major acupuncture points of his body, and burned the dark suction silk thread of the dragon binding formula one by one. It was not until the last wisp of thin thread was also burned that Gan Ping felt that the bondage on his body was much lighter, and there was no longer the sense of powerlessness of being sucked. He raised his hand and clusters of fiery red flames emerged from the palm of Ganping's palm, and instantly swam away his whole body swept away the dark fog transformed by the dragon binding formula.

At this time, Gan Ping saw the cold rain that provoked the thunder in his hand not far away, and Leng Leng snorted and rushed to him again. At this time, Leng Yu had already raised his head and looked at Gan Ping with a ferocious smile. The lightning flashing lightning in his hand also pointed to Gan Ping's chest. A faint blue electric light spewed out from the lightning and rushed straight to Gan Ping's chest. Gan Ping did not dare to neglect. This cold rain has been prepared for such a long time, which must be a powerful spell. Even his strong body in the realm of selling gold does not dare to take the thunder. He quickly raised his arm and entered the golden armguard in his body. Although there was no sacrificial application, this basic application was still okay. In an instant, the light on the arm guard flashed and turned into a small shield of a square square to block Gan Ping's chest.

Gan Ping urged this magic weapon to protect his arm, and he was secretly surprised. No wonder even the disciples of these big families did not have a magic weapon to protect themselves. It turned out that it consumed so much mana. The mana of his whole body is input into it, which only barely stimulates the protective power of this arm magic weapon, which can no longer be supported. Although this is not sacrificed at will, the consumption of magic power is too much. No wonder it can't be said that the magic weapon cannot be applied in the realm of the golden elixir. It really makes sense. This huge consumption of magic weapon is not as practical as an ordinary magic weapon.

Even the protective power of this layer can't be broken by the magic sent by the thunder. The lightning light of Youlan hit the small shield formed by the wrist guard and disappeared quietly, but the power of thunder and lightning contained in it still came through the magic weapon, making Gan Ping's body numb for a burst of time. This also surprised Gan Ping secretly. The magic weapon in Leng Yu's hand must be extraordinary. If it really collides with it, there must be no good fruit to eat.

Just when both of them were surprised, a fiery red figure rushed straight to Gan Ping's arms, and Gan Ping subconsciously caught him. It was the fire. In a blink of an eye, the striped rodent lizard python is simply miserable. Several long scratches on the head are deeply visible, and the green smelly blood has soaked the head layer by layer. The long snake was also covered with scars, and the scattered scales on the ground could see how the fire treated the lizard python just now. Even so, the python still roared fiercely, with no wilt. These minor injuries were nothing to it.

Seeing that the python was so miserable, Gan Ping quickly looked at the fire in his arms. If the little clever ghost had something to do, he would be heartbroken to death. When the little thing saw Gan Ping looking at it, he got up from his arms and danced and squeaked to complain. Gan Ping saw that Huo'er's fur was just a little messy, and he didn't feel sad and settled down a lot. Looking at the little thing's violent gesture, he gradually frowned.