Chapter 262 Needle Pointed Wheat Mang
The sharp bamboo tip was like a thousand sharp swords, and the thunder in the sky also bombarded down. Many female disciples under the stage covered their cheeks and did not want to see the miserable appearance of this handsome teenager. Bi Xin even screamed that Lian Huarong turned pale and was very worried about Gan Ping. Even Bi Rouqing, who had always been cold, showed a slightly nervous look. Only the fire was still jumping happily there. He stretched out his little claws and pulled out a snow-white beard in the palm of his hand while the boundless man was unprepared. The pain made the boundless man scold repeatedly. His palms were raised high, but he stared at the little clever man, sighed and shook his head. After all, he was still reluctant to do something with this little thing.
The fire giggled and flew with a bucket of snow-white beard. Seeing that the master was in danger on the stage, he did not panic. He ran the snow-white beard into the air, blew his mouth, and a pure flame rushed out, turning the slowly falling beard into ashes in the air.
As if cooperating with the action of fire, in Ganping, where the ring was blocked by heavy green vines, a gorgeous firelight rose to the sky, and the sharp sound of breaking the sky was hissing desolately. A gorgeous golden black rose from the corner of the ring, causing a long neck to sing. Under the burning of this flame, the extremely toughness, even the four-grade Xuanbing could not cut the cyan vine turned into flying ash all over the sky, and even the countless sharp alien green bamboo collapsed under the peck of the golden black.
Gan Ping got up with a long smile, and I don't know when a colorful and gorgeous treasure fan appeared in the palm of his hand. It was Ganping, who used Jinwu Tianyu as the main feathers, assisted by all kinds of spiritual bird feathers, took the red jade to help the mulberry demon fairy as the fan handle, and sealed several powerful flames of the five fires and seven bird fans in it.
The original power of this imitation five fire and seven bird fan was originally unsatisfactory, but it was sealed by Gan Ping with a wisp of innate silence, which immediately increased the power of the fire fan by several levels. The congenital Doushu silence and the true flame is a terrible flame that can melt heaven and earth. Now it is sealed in this treasure fan, and this treasure fan is refined day by day. In addition, Gan Ping feels more and more handy.
Gan Ping stood up and waved the feather fan in his hand to the blue thunderlight all over the sky with a smile. At that time, a strong wooden aura emerged. In an instant, it catalyzed the boundless flame and tightly wrapped the blue thunderlight in the sky. In a blink of an eye, countless muffled sounds burst out. The flame passed, and the power The terrible ivy thunder quietly disappeared.
Although it has been transformed into thunder, the essence is still the transformation of the wood genus Zhenyuan. How can it withstand the golden black sky fire and the burning of the original source of silence? Seeing that the thunder he sent was easily broken by Gan Ping, a trace of solemnity appeared in Wanfang's eyes.
Several five-color feathers are separated from the top of the head like antlers, which are particularly beautiful and colorful in the sun. Two seven-color feathers like women's temples drooping down, gently brushing with the wind, floating beside the fiery red golden black, like two colorful ribbons. Behind him, the tail feathers are raised high, which shows that the golden black god is abnormal. The whole body's red feathers are beating like a mass of flames, circulating endlessly, which makes people dare not force them. Under his body, there were three strange claws cast like iron and stone, which showed a trace of ferociousness to this beautiful and abnormal Jinwu.
What a divine Jinwu Yuanling! Mo Congfeng couldn't help admiring in his heart. He didn't expect that Gan Ping could release such a Gujinwu Yuanling on his head. Obviously, it was the artifact in the strange feather fan. This golden black spirit is the three-legged golden black remnants contained in the golden black feathers in the five fires and seven bird fans of Ganping, which is stimulated by several kinds of flames. This three-legged golden black is an ancient divine bird, which is closely related to the phoenix that was reborn in nirvana.
Although it is only a trace of soul, there is also the possibility of rebirth in the fire, but it takes countless strange fire cultivation, coupled with all kinds of treasures of heaven and earth, it is possible to truly reunite the body. The golden black in front of us is just an illusory body temporarily condensed by the power of the five fires and seven bird fans.
However, it is only an illusory shape, and the fierce flame of this ancient divine bird should not be underestimated. There is a blazing flame floating on its wings, a sharp big mouth, and two small eyes staring at Wanfang. Although he has not yet given birth to his own wisdom, with his instinct, Jinwu has already salivated the woman in front of him.
Looking nervously at Ganping Wanfang, who was confronting above the ring, the disciples under the stage were full of admiration. This battle changed in an instant. Although Wanfang's true power and power realm are much higher than Ganping, Ganping has many foreign treasures all over the body. At present, it is not known who will kill the deer. .
Seeing the dragon and tiger fight in front of him, the angry real person couldn't help pick up the tea bowl, took a sip, and muttered, "The future is terrible..." Before his appreciation fell to the ground, a dark and greasy palm behind him stretched out and grabbed the tea bowl in the hands of the angry real person's hand, as if The cow chewed the peony, and poured two mouthfuls of the hard-to-find Yusi Lingwu fairy tea in the world. Who is it?
The old man didn't know whose spirit beast he had just harmed. The smell of fireworks and barbecue made the fresh and angry real person slightly wrong. The grease at the corners of his mouth has not been wiped away. Isn't his uncle a scattered immortal? The whole body is condensed by magic power. How can it be so greedy for such a desire? It's really puzzling.
He poured a few mouthfuls of fairy tea fiercely. The silver guard wiped his mouth with the shiny cuffs and stuffed the tea bowl into the hand of the angry real man who was a little stunned. "What is the terrible future? Could it be that you don't remember those years? Tut, even the mountain-keeping ring was cut in half by you with one sword. It's embarrassing to say that others..." He ignored the angry real person with an embarrassed face. Shi Shiran strode away and didn't know where he had gone.
The angry real person held the greasy tea bowl in his hand and looked at the real person's tattered clothes in a daze. There was a little chaos in his mind for a moment. I remember that the robe on his uncle's body had already gone after being burned by the green bone fire two days ago. How could he become like this in two days? Shaking his head, the angry real person smiled secretly and carefully put the tea bowl on the table. After that, who is not young and frivolous? If you compare with yourself and your younger brothers when you were young, this Gan Ping can be regarded as an old man.
Looking at the two people on the stage, the heart was far away without anger, as if they had returned to the carefree years. However, the two people on the stage did not listen to it. Although they saw the golden black appear in shape, Wanfang did not pay attention to the ancient fierce bird. After all, the three-legged golden black in front of him is just a wisp of residual soul melting the power of flame condensed into shape. Compared with the real three-legged golden black, it can be said to be the difference between heaven and earth.
The bamboo whip in his hand shook, and Wan Fang shouted coquettishly, like a shepherd holding a whip, and a strange whip sounded through the sky. The vine on the ring was originally full of eyes, like a green garden, but it was hit by Gan Pingcai, and half of it turned into ashes. At present, only half of the green is trembling in the blazing light. However, Wan Fang sounded a long whip, and the spiritual bamboo vines scattered on the ground suddenly melted into a ball and rolled up quickly on the ground.
Wan Fang even popped up several green lights. In an instant, the hard stone platform broke again, and countless branches and trees broke out of the stone one after another, integrating into the rolling green ball. A roar suddenly sounded, which shocked the surrounding disciples to retreat one after another. The green ball suddenly burst out and turned into a green giant more than ten feet tall.
The light flashes in Wanfang's eyes. Is it possible that you are the only one who can control the power of the flame to transform the beast? You should know that this ever-changing thing, borrowing materialization is the best way for Mu Zhenyuan. The disciples under the stage were even more intoxicated. They didn't expect that it was just a cross-by-the-side guarding mountain, which triggered such a battle between dragons and tigers. Now the needles of the two sides are against Mai Mang, which must be wonderful!