Chapter 279 Hands on

Seeing that Yin Zhongping took out the jade slip, a fiery color flashed in Zhengyuan Zhenren's eyes, but he still looked at the two people who were whispering quietly and coldly. If you don't know the idea of Zhengyuan Zhenren after knowledge, he is a fool. Yin Zhongping beside him is also a little nervous, but he is mercenary, but he doesn't say anything. He makes a lot of money in a muffled voice. It is difficult for the teenager in front of him or Zhengyuan Zhenren himself to resist, but he is for Zhengyuan Zhenren. Solution, it is obvious that the young man in front of him is more or less auspicious.

It's quite regrettable to forget this handsome teenager. Yin Zhongping is a little sorry. Obviously, this boy is extremely rich, but he will take advantage of this Zhengyuan Zhenren. Although he was a little unwilling, he still knew that this was a place that could not stay for a long time. The reason why Zhengyuan Zhenren did not attack on the spot was that there was a monk at the peak of Jindan behind his Yin family. Otherwise, Yin Zhongping would have become a ghost under the sword. If he is not interesting, he will still be delayed here, and it is inevitable that something will happen.

Quickly put away the things given by Gan Ping. Yin Zhongping gave a slight signal to Zhengyuan Zhenren beside him, and immediately drove a crooked and dim sword light and flew out of the mountain. And Zhengyuan Zhenren still stood there without any expression, and his eyes flashed and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Seeing that Yin Zhongping disappeared, Gan Ping turned his head and stared at Zhengyuan Zhenren. Dare to ask the seniors, what do you want to know about staying here? Seeing that Gan Ping asked so, Zhengyuan looked at him with a smile. Boy, what do you think? Do you really think you can leave safely if you wipe my face?"

At this point, there is no need to say more. Obviously, this matter can no longer be done. As early as the time of the previous bid, Gan Ping had expected this situation. After all, it is the cultivation world of the law of the jungle. A monk in the realm of liquid liquid wiped the face of the golden elixir master for no reason. If the golden elixir master can't be found, won't it become a laughing stock?

However, for Ganping, this blue bamboo Tianqi is a must-have thing. This genus of snake, insect and fish has the possibility of turning into a dragon. At present, this blue bamboo Tianqi is obviously of extraordinary qualifications. It is deeply cherishing the blood of the true dragon. If it can further stimulate the blood of this Tianqi, it is not impossible to evolve into a dragon. And this Zhengyuan Zhenren's practice is obviously a violent thing to kill chickens to get eggs. How can Gan Ping, who only has more combat power than him, easily let go?

Zhengyuan Zhenren smiled and said, "Come on, boy, let me see what you can do. How dare you challenge me!" As he spoke, a wheel-shaped magic weapon suddenly appeared in his back of his head, and his voice was magnificent, like a round of red sun shining in the air. Gan Ping stood up and became vigilant. He didn't expect that this Sanxiu would have such an extraordinary magic weapon. The magic weapon in front of him obviously belongs to the third-order top grade, which is comparable to his own five fires and seven birds.

Seeing Gan Ping standing still, Zhengyuan Zhenren couldn't help but be a little impatient. He pointed his hand and turned around behind his head. A dark light like ink fell down and shone straight to Ganping. In the eyes of Zhengyuan Zhenren, isn't he a master of the golden elixir realm to deal with this liquid boy? My own wheel of Nixia Shenguang is enough to drink a pot of the ignorant boy in front of him.

The black light is like a piece of practice, which contains endless death and the power of reincarnation. This Falun Guo is really a strange treasure. Gan Ping dares not neglect it. The flashing light in the palm has buckled the five fires and seven bird fans in the palm of his hand. He felt the horror of this black tube. Even if he has today's forging, when he touches this black light, his body will accelerate his aging because of the endless death and the power of reincarnation.

The feather fan waved violently, and in an instant, a hundred-foot flame rose up and rolled in this valley, which was not terrible. Yin Zhongping, who seemed to have escaped, just walked more than ten miles and felt the light behind his head. Looking back, I saw the surging flame rising and rolling in the place where I stayed before. I quickly took a breath of cold air, and started so quickly. Looking at this situation, it is obviously a life-threatening situation. Although he has the idea of picking up cheapness in his heart, Yin Zhongping knows that whether it is Gan Ping or Zhengyuan Zhenren, even if there is a breath left, it is not something that his little monk in the realm of consciousness can provoke. At this time, he suppressed his thoughts and left quickly with the light of the sword without looking back.

The flame contained in the five fires and seven bird fans is mixed with the smell of the two flames of Jinwu Tianhuo and Silent Zhenyan. In addition, Ganping's already quite strong dragon pattern C fire now sweeps away the black light, mixed with endless cloud demon fire Xuanlei, and rushing straight to Zhengyuan Zhenren in mid-air.

Zhengyuan Zhenren didn't expect that Gan Ping had such a strange treasure. He was shocked and patted the back of his head. The light wheel immediately flew out a green light to protect him tightly, which blocked the terrible flame outside. Staring at the treasure fan in the palm of Ganping's hand, Zhengyuan Zhenren's eyes were full of saliva. How can these strange treasures stay in the hands of this yellow-mouthed vertical? If you have this treasure fan, your strength will definitely increase greatly.

Thinking of the Zhengyuan real person here, the ten fingers kept beating, and countless flying needles sprayed out of the cuffs and rushed straight to the sweet and flat door under the command of his fingers. The flying needle was blue and shining, and Gan Ping only felt a cold air coming to his face and covered himself.

The corners of his mouth smiled, and his luck swung to the blue flying needle like a rainstorm. Suddenly, there were several strange screams from the fan. The three-legged golden black suddenly flashed and fiercely faced the flying needle rain. When he fought with Wanfang that day, the three-legged golden black was scattered and had no choice but to return to the fan to cultivate, but the true spirit itself was not damaged. Now it appears again, and the aura is stronger than before.

As soon as the golden black came, the rolling golden black sky fire rose up, covering the cold flying needle and refining it. Suddenly seeing this strange bird of the three races, Zhengyuan Zhen's body was shocked and surprised, but before he could react, he only felt a sharp feeling behind his head. He quickly patted his chest, and a gossip rune immediately appeared on the blue shirt on his back to protect him.

Gan Ping, who originally thought that he had a sneak attack, did not expect that he could have such a means. When the sword in the palm of his hand, it stabbed on the real rune and made a sound. Just by counting the time, the two had already met, and Zhengyuan Zhenren turned back at the ghost gate. He angrily touched the hair cut off by the sword, and he couldn't help sweating behind his back.

Where did this boy come from? This method was really too strange just now. Before I could see his movements clearly, the boy ran behind him in a blink of an eye and almost killed himself with a sword. While thinking about it, Gan Ping, who had never had a sword before, attacked with his sword again. At that time, the whole valley was filled with murderous intent and devastated people.

This Zhengyuan real person has not yet reached the middle level of Jindan. His physical strength is not as good as Ganping, and the magic weapon means do not enter Ganping. If he can't be solved as soon as possible, how can Gan Ping be equal to Wan Fang in the mountain ring? Now Gan Ping's means have been exhausted, and the monks who stand at a higher level than the golden elixir are no different. In the face of this Zhengyuan Zhenren, there is really no pressure at all. A sword is unfolded, and he can't leave the key point of Zhengyuan Zhenren, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

Although the wheel behind Zhengyuan Zhenren's head is a strange treasure, it can't resist Ganping's offensive. Feeling the power of Ganping's every sword, the more Zhengyuan Zhenren resists, the more frightened he is. It's not illegal power, but a solid physical power. The chopping of a sword is as heavy as a mountain, breaking the heavy protection of Zhengyuan Zhen people layer by layer, and Zhengyuan Zhenren, who has formed a golden elixir, actually has no power to fight back under the sword that dares to fight.

At this time, Zhengyuan Zhenren knew that he had kicked the iron plate. He wanted to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but he was forced by this stormy offensive, and it was difficult to open his mouth. You can only pat the runes one by one and add them to yourself. Gan Ping is actually a little helpless. Although he can suppress the head of Zhengyuan Zhenren, his defense method is simply incredible. Each rune is equivalent to a seven-grade magic weapon. Although it is not very strong, it is still better than the number. No matter how strong you are, it is difficult to cut through the layers of turtle shells.

Gan Ping couldn't help but be a little annoyed that he didn't take down the Zhengyuan Zhenren for such a long time. The fight here was so fierce that it might attract other people's prying. Moreover, there was also a burning fire waiting for him to collect it under the valley. How could he have time to entangle with him? At the moment, with a long roar, the man and the sword turned into a skill and cut it across the air. Obviously, he understood the real fire and had to distinguish the winner between the moves.

Seeing that Gan Ping came aggressively, Zhengyuan Zhenren quickly condensed his mind. The rune in his hand was spilled out for free. Although it was quite painful, these losses were outside his body compared with his life. Seeing that he dared to fight this sword and was slowly weakened by his own rune, Zhengyuan Zhenren couldn't help but be slightly happy. When the evil boy was exhausted, it was the time for him to take his life.

Although your body is strong and your means are varied, after all, it is a liquid realm. It is very late to compete with Zhenyuan, and you are still better than yourself. While thinking about it, Zhengyuan Zhenren only felt the evil wind roaring behind his head, and a strong force came. He couldn't help but be shocked. The boy was in front of him, and who was sneaking at him behind him?