Chapter 158 Conflict

When the old man behind the booth saw Gan Ping take out the sword, a burst of ecstasy suddenly appeared in his turbid eyes. He grabbed the flying sword in Gan Ping's hand and couldn't help crying. "It's it, it, you take all these things..." With that, he put the slightly trembling flying sword on his cheek and rubbed it. Just as excited as him was the ragged stall owner of the side stall, who stared straight at a small thing in front of him, for fear that his eyes would arouse Gan Ping's vigilance. He had already recognized the sword from the familiar sword light. Little thief, kill my beloved disciple and destroy my inheritance. This hatred is not the same. No matter who you are, I will definitely kill you.

Not to mention that each has his own thoughts, Gan Ping just picked up the witch drum, and the man in red shouted to the onlookers, "It's scattered. It's all over. Let's go!" With that, he glared at the line of the crowd and began to disperse the crowd. Seeing that there was nothing lively and beautiful, everyone muttered a few words and began to disperse.

Since he had got what he wanted and caused such a big battle, Gan Ping turned around and wanted to leave, and stopped him with one hand. Oh? What does this gentleman have to teach? Gan Ping's eyes narrowed slightly. Everyone who knew him well knew that this was a sign of his unhappiness. It was the man dressed up by the previous man who blocked the way.

The man looked up and down at Gan Ping, and Huoer jumped from the stall to Gan Ping's shoulder and grinned at the man for a while. When the man dressed up saw the fire, a strange color flashed in his eyes. When he recognized that the fire monkey had activated the blood inheritance of nearly 50% of the mythical beasts, his eyes couldn't help showing strong surprise and greed.

Gan Ping was quite unhappy when he saw him look like this. He was dependent on him. Now he is stared at so much that even people with a good temper will be angry. As soon as he brushed the sleeve of his robe, Gan Ping saw that the man was silent and turned around and walked away. The man came up like a dog skin plaster, "This brother, Zhang Yifan of Xia Xianling Sect, can we discuss the witch drum bought by the brother?" This is also why he saw the skin color of Gan Ping's disciples and did not dare to be arrogant. If there was another person, he would have handed it over.

Gan Ping ignored his words. Just now, he had urged the spiritual dragon's evil eyes and magic power. Looking at this person, the cultivation in the middle of the liquid, the attribute page of the body is biased to the attribute of fire. Obviously, it is the secret in this witch drum and wants to compete with himself. There was an old man behind Yifan. Seeing that his cultivation turned out to be the first level of Jindan, Gan Ping couldn't help but be slightly afraid that he could follow the protection of a Jindan monk. Obviously, Yifan was not an ordinary figure of Xianling Sect.

Not wanting to get into this trouble, Gan Ping waved his hand and said, "Brother, this thing has arrived at hand. At the same time, you are practicing the skill of fire attribute. Do you think it's possible to give it?" Miaochengzong and Xianlingzong are still allies on the surface. Since they have identified themselves, it is not convenient for them to be cold. When Zhang Yifan saw that Gan Ping said this, his face turned red and white, as if he wanted to be angry. He had never suffered such grievances, but when he looked at Gan Ping's clothes, he stubbornly resisted.

"This brother, my father is the chief elder of Xianling Sect and the master of Yifeng. If you have a good relationship, there will be a care for walking and traveling in the future. Otherwise, you may encounter disasters and die. Do you think so?" After saying this, Gan Ping's face was already blue. It is the first time he has seen such a trick to seize the power and inducement. Seeing that the relationship between Liang Ran was quite tense, the guard Tongling beside him quickly pretended not to see that he flashed aside and quickly slipped away.

I'm kidding. Although these two teenagers are not very good at cultivation, they are both highly valued figures in the two sects. As a small market guard leader, it's better to get less mixed up. The big man looked rough on the outside, but his mind was extremely delicate, and he quickly left this place.

With a cold smile, Gan Ping couldn't help thinking about his youth. If you talk to each other, maybe there are still some opportunities, and your wealth is also quite rich. Although the things on the witch drum are novel, they are not transferable. But as soon as Zhang Yifan said this, it made Gan Ping think in a different way. Unexpectedly, you are the son of the chief elder of Xianling Sect. Even if you are the son of the head of Xianling Sect, what does it matter to me?

If you hand over what you have in your hand today, you will not only appear to be timid, but also lose the face of Miao Chengzong. If he did this, his master Mo Congfeng said that he would chase and kill him with a sword and punish his bold disciple.

With a smile, Gan Ping turned to Zhang Yifan: "This brother Zhang is joking. Gan Ping has his own patriarchal protection, and there is no need for him to worry about this safety. It's you, brother..." With that, Gan Ping looked at the old man behind Zhang Yifan and said with a sneer on his face, "If you are separated from this senior one day, you will be careful, so that the wolf, insect, tiger and leopard will take advantage... Hahaha!"

The cold murderous intention in the words made Zhang Yifan, who was two levels higher than him, shudder. Gan Ping's words were mixed with the fierce sword spirit of the Lingmeng sword, which made Zhang Yifan, who had been growing up under the protection of his elders, shocked and took two steps back. For those who dare to threaten and covet him, Gan Ping does not hide his murderousness at all. If he wants to seek from me, you will pay the price. Gan Ping's heart was originally extremely fierce, but now, coupled with the influence of Ling Meng's killing sword and Mo's decisive character, he said these fierce words to this Yifan without scruples.

Zhang Yifan didn't expect that the little teenager's murderous spirit was so heavy. The murderous spirit came to him as if he were on the battlefield. He couldn't help taking two steps back and suddenly his shoulder was held by a powerful big hand, "Young master, be careful!" Looking back, it was the old servant Fubo. When Zhang Yifan looked back at Gan Ping angrily, he found that the arrogant boy had gone far away. Looking at the thin back, Zhang Yifan didn't have the courage to catch up.

"What a good and evil thing, it's called Gan Ping, right? I'm also quite familiar with your eldest brother of Miaochengzong. When I see how to fix you, I will obediently let the one who puts that thing with his hands, don't bow his head and kneel with his hands, and your spiritual pet should also be served, so as to relieve my hatred. Zhang Yifan, who was shy and angry, stared at Gan Ping's distant back and calculated viciously in his heart. The human heart is really insufficient, and Gan Ping's move is not bad. If he had just promised to send the witch drum in his hand, maybe this Yifan would have the idea of fighting again. The scene of what happened to the two was all seen in the eyes of the crazy stall owner who set up a stall on the side. The slightly drooping head looked at Gan Ping obliquely, and a sneer appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Gan Ping did not pay attention to this Yifan. He has long seen that although this Yifan's cultivation is several levels higher than his own, his foundation is floating and his Taoism is unstable. Obviously, he relies on the cultivation of his elders to forcibly improve. Otherwise, with his three or seven qualifications, it is impossible to cultivate to the current level at such an age.

What surprised Gan Ping was that the Ling Meng killing sword actually had the effect of deterring the enemy's mind. As soon as the fierce sword came out just now, even if the other party was several levels higher than himself, he was shocked and retreated repeatedly. If it was a life-and-death struggle, Gan Ping was already sure to cut it under the sword. No wonder this Lingmeng sword was so famous that it had such a miraculous effect against the enemy.

Along the way with fire, Gan Ping looked at the roadside from time to time, but it was quite a pity that he did not find another dusty treasure like this witch drum, which made him smile. But I couldn't help laughing. I was too insatiable. Some people are here every day, but they don't want to get a precious thing. I just came here and found such a strange treasure. Unexpectedly, I was too greedy and insatiable.

With a sigh, Gan Ping put down the things of a small stall on the roadside. The stall owner was a smiling middle-aged man. Seeing that Gan Ping did not buy anything and was not angry, he asked with a smile, "Little brother, it's not shy to look at you. Why don't you go to the Luozhen Square in front of you? What are you doing here?" With that, he pointed to the tall building not far ahead.

At this time, Gan Ping saw the building with carved beams and painted bucket hooks and eaves not far away. He was stunned, but he was confused and just turned around the street. The Luo Zhenfang, which was all over the world, was close to him. Unexpectedly, he didn't go in and look at it. It was really a mistake. He knocked on his forehead and scolded himself for being confused. Unexpectedly, he was stunned by Zhang Yifan and quickly punched the boss, "Thank you for your suggestion!" Turn around and walk towards the several-storey wooden building.