Chapter 252 Third Uncle Musheng

This group of inner-door violents take action, unlike Gan Ping and Hua Lingfeng, who have a tacit understanding. The magic weapon Xuanlei and all kinds of magic spells are all fired. The whole sky is like a grand fireworks feast, which is extremely gorgeous. Zeng Qi laughed and said, "Fortunately, I'm on duty today, otherwise wouldn't I have missed this good show?" With his words, the purple flying sword in his hand flipped up and down like a huge axe. For a moment, he was forced to force the opponent opposite, who was a piece higher than his cultivation, and it was dangerous.

Zeng Qi's group of inner disciples, in addition to meditation and practice, is a fighting competition every day. Their combat effectiveness is more than that of the same monks. Although the disciples of the Xianling Sect opposite are slightly higher in cultivation, they can't help these shackles for a while. On the contrary, they are forced to retreat repeatedly by the fierce momentum of these people. The screams sounded repeatedly.

When Zhang Yifan, who was beside him, saw this scene, he couldn't help but jump violently, but he didn't have the courage to end up. He just gritted his teeth and jumped his feet, secretly hating why he didn't bring more people out. Leng Yu stared at the chaotic crowd in front of him, and his head was slightly dizzy. He really didn't understand why things became like this.

Gan Ping and Hua Lingfeng also fought fiercely, and every blade attack would make the two of them shake at the same time. Hua Lingfengsheng is strong in Zhenyuan, and his moves are strange and changeable, while Gan Ping is strong and murderous. In addition, the disciples around him deliberately avoid the two, and the two are like a whirlwind, fighting desperately from side to side.

In this belligerence, without a moment of effort, several people hung up, and everyone also hit the real fire. They didn't care whether they would be punished or not, and they all fought desperately.

Gan Ping only felt that this battle was really smooth and dripping. Many obscure places in his swordsmanship had been understood one by one in this battle, and he sighed in his heart that this battle was indeed the only way to exercise his combat effectiveness. With a wave of the mountain sword in his hand, he tilted it out from the bottom up and went straight to the door of Hualingfeng, but it was blocked by his double knives. Just as he was about to change his move again, he only felt a strong mana fluctuation coming. He was shocked and quickly turned his head and looked away.

I don't know when a huge sword rainbow appeared in the sky, walking around the crowd. The two disciples of those fighting were slapped away by the huge sword rainbow and fell on both sides. Zhang Yifan suddenly screamed, "Uncle, Uncle! This group of wonderful people are so rude. I met a spirit beast and was robbed by them. You have to make the decision for me!"

Gan Ping was slightly speechless, and Hua Lingfeng's face suddenly turned red. Obviously, he couldn't stand this ordinary shamelessness. Seeing that he couldn't fight any more, the sword light in the air was obviously that the master Yuanying intervened in the fight. Gan Ping and Hua Lingfeng looked at each other deeply, and at the same time, they slapped their hands. They retreated back and flew back to their own camp.

Looking around, Gan Ping couldn't help but be a little funny. The group of inner disciples around him were unharmed and looked disreputed. Obviously, they were extremely enthusiastic about things such as beats, not to mention bullying the disciples of Xianling Sect? On the other hand, the disciples of Xianling Sect opposite each other had blue noses and swollen eyes, and many of them were all hung up.

The sword rainbow separated the two people, and then slowly fell down. I saw a middle-aged man slowly falling down with a pale face and glanced at the whole audience. Who gave you the courage? How dare you fight in private?" The person came in a strong suit, and the pattern outlined by the gold thread on his body is even more towering and vast. Obviously, he is an important figure of Xianling Sect.

Zhang Yifan said first, "Uncle, let them, it's that boy who robbed my spirit beast!" With that, he pointed to Gan Ping. With Zhang Yifan's fingers, the middle-aged man forgot to come over. Gan Ping only felt a heavy breath like a mountain covering him. Obviously, this man was exerting pressure on himself. He couldn't help but be a little angry. No wonder there was Zhang Yifan's best dung fus. The people in the Xianling Sect were really too Is the lake broken? With just one word, do you want to give yourself a color?

Thinking of this, Gan Ping couldn't help snorting coldly. His body was covered with a layer of fiery red sword spirit, and his body was also much straighter. Seeing that the man was forced to disperse his own pressure. The person came with a slightly surprised "huh", and his eyes were full of doubtful eyes. He looked up and down at Gan Ping. Obviously, he was quite surprised that the little disciple could withstand his own pressure.

In fact, how did he know that although Gan Ping was young, he had also experienced a lot of big storms. Bu Yizhen, Hongyu Fusang demon immortals, and the pressure he received in the Lishan Hall two days ago, which one is not several times stronger than the person in front of him? For him, the pressure of the Yuanying master in front of him is nothing.

Zeng Qi's careful exhortation came from her ear, "This is Zhang Musheng of Xianling Sect, who is extremely protective..." Gan Ping nodded slightly. Obviously, Zeng Qi really mentioned herself and did not offend the master in front of her.

"Baby, whose disciple are you? Why are you embarrassment my nephews here? Is this the way of hospitality of Miao Chengzong? Zhang Musheng's face was cold and he looked at the group of Miaocheng disciples in front of him. The eyes were cold and fierce, like a hurricane passing through the crowd. The divine mind was like substance, which actually cut through the air and crackled, forcing a group of disciples in front of him to retreat one after another. Only Gan Ping stood in the air without saying a word, and there was no sign of retreating.

This man is so shameless that he came up and took action on his juniors indiscriminately. Although those disciples of the Xianling Sect were a little miserable in appearance, it was not a big problem. What's more, they took action first. Moreover, the cultivation of these people is generally higher than their own group. Now they have suffered losses and are shameless. Without saying a sound, he watched the group of people suffer a secret loss.

Looking at this wooden student's obvious posture of protecting his shortcomings, Gan Ping couldn't help but be angry. At this moment, he answered loudly, "As a master of Yuanying, isn't it a loss of identity to be embarrassed with our low-level disciples? What's more, the spirit beast is raised by me. Your disciples of Xianling Sect actually plunder it indiscriminately. Is this bandit act the way for you Xianling Sect to be a guest? The voice is clear and clear. Although the wind in the sky is strong, it is extremely clear in everyone's ears. These humble words are heard in the ears of those inner disciples who have suffered secret losses, and many people have secretly shouted.

Only Zeng Qi's face changed slightly. Although the Ganping brothers are good at everything, they are a little too hard-tempered. Good men don't suffer immediate losses. At present, they are stronger than others. Just bow their heads and admit their mistakes. Why argue with such masters? Although he is reasonable, if Zhang Musheng tore his face and teach him a lesson, the sect will not have a bad relationship with the Xianling sect because of this little thing, and it is still himself who suffers.

Why didn't Gan Ping know what Zeng Qi was thinking? But if you bow your head and admit your mistake, you have to put your hands on the fire and be refined into an instrument. How can this make Gan Ping bow his head? The vigilant eyes looked at Zhang Musheng opposite him. Gan Ping's mind had been closely connected to the Qingyuan sword charm in the ring. If this Musheng really tore off his face to do such a robbery thing, it would be his fault.

This Qingyuan sword charm has not been used by myself, and the sword spirit sealed by the head of the angerless real person is still not depleted at all. I'm afraid that the full blow of Yuanying's peak sword cultivation can't be taken over with this wooden cultivation, right? It was with this sword charm that Gan Ping had the confidence to confront this Yuanying master. He couldn't help sighing in his heart. If it were true, the world of cultivation still relied on strength to speak.

Hearing Gan Ping's sarcastic words, Zhang Musheng couldn't help but be furious. A pair of thin eyes showed Zhan Zhan's divine light and looked at Gan Ping, "Kid, you are so bold!" Zhang Yifan behind him sneered repeatedly. He knew his third uncle's temper, and he couldn't help but be secretly happy. Obviously, this boy suffered. Gan Ping was not afraid, and his eyes looked straight ahead. "It's unfair. You can know it as soon as the senior asks. Why do you get angry?" Although his face was indifferent, a small light cyan sword charm had been tightened in the palm of his hand, which flashed in the eyes of the disciples behind him. The cold rain standing in the crowd couldn't help but be shocked. Could it be that Gan Ping was crazy? Looking at his posture, he actually has the intention to take action to the Yuanying master first!