Chapter 378 Qiushui Yiren
The demon snake is fierce. It has been trapped for a long time and is already full of anger. A blood basin is spraying dark green poisonous fog. These damn human beings humiliate themselves in this way. It can't wait to swallow all these people in front of them. But how can Gan Ping let it really kill all these disciples of Feiyunmen? It's enough to teach them some lessons. If they really have too much hatred, they can't pass on both faces. This is not what Gan Ping wants to see.
A heavy palm patted the top of the powerful demon snake's head. Although there was no sound, it was as heavy as a mountain. The power of ten thousand stones! After Gan Ping passed the golden elixir that day, under the oppression and attack of several Yuanying, he stimulated the effectiveness of the two spiritual objects in his body, and his physical cultivation went further. At the time of the realm of Jindan cultivation, he already had the power of ten thousand stones that Yuanying monks could achieve!
This palm turned the seven meat and eight vegetarians of the demon snake dizzy, and the physical strength reached this level, which was already a qualitative change. One force reduces ten times, and it can't break all methods. Gan Ping wants to use his own strength to subdue the demon snake. In the furious eyes of the crowd, the fierce demon snake was punched to the tail by Gan Pingyi, and the snowflakes splashed and scales flew over, which was extremely miserable.
At this time, Gan Ping was still a monk, who was simply a humanoid monster. The huge demon snake was deeply blown away by Gan Ping again and again, making a whining sound. I don't know when a small spark appeared on the top of its head, locking its soul. If it moves, it will die. In such a situation, the demon snake can't say that it wants to blow up the elixir, but it can't cast spells. The body is not as good as Gan Ping, and the magic power is difficult to use. What else can it do without being beaten?
Under the stunned eyes of everyone, Gan Ping didn't know how many punches he had. He didn't know the life and death of the demon snake, and he mourned repeatedly. With a long breath of relief, Gan Ping twisted his neck with satisfaction, and there was a series of explosions immediately. Although he looked at the smooth, he was extremely violent. Another finger fixed the demon snake in the air. Under the pressure of the flame above his head, the demon snake turned into three feet long again, and was aggrievedly pinched by Gan Ping.
"Brother, do you still want this demon snake?" Those monks of Feiyunmen immediately waved their hands and shook their heads. What's the joke? Don't you want to live? Then they dared to hit the monster's idea, rolling and crawling, and ran away with their injured companions. Gan Ping smiled with satisfaction and turned around in mid-air, but he couldn't help but see a fiery red shirt, a charming figure, and his hand was loosened. The unlucky demon snake suddenly fell from dozens of feet high and fainted without any suspense.
The cold rain screamed and quickly drove the sword light and flew down. The demon snake was his treasure. The monster was so dead that he really wanted to cry without tears. But Gan Ping was as dull as a wooden chicken, with tears on his face, "Ling'er!"
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"Good boy, you did a good job. It's worthy of being my disciple of Mo Congfeng. Don't be polite to those guys. If you fix them hard, they will never dare to make trouble next time..." Mo Yufeng excitedly patted Gan Ping's shoulder and listened to the cold rain's report. The first sword cultivation of Miao Chengzong was suddenly excited. However, during this period of time, the gatherings of many sects have made him extremely depressed. His disciple came and hit these coveting sects hard at the first time. He was really worthy of being his own disciple.
Although the strength of Miaochengzong has greatly increased recently, it is only the elders of the sect who have gone out one after another. In this situation, these old monsters can't take action at will. Therefore, this struggle between low-level disciples has become the focus of attention of many sects. Unfortunately, the junior disciples of Miaocheng Sect are not too outstanding. They have been defeated by the provocations of his Sect several times. Although the Lingjiang treasure ship was found by Miao Cheng Sect, and the sect hosted this time is also Miao Cheng Sect, under the continuous suppression, the status of Miao Cheng Sect has been precarious.
The Lingjiang River water system is vast, and the tributaries of the hundred veins converge. The residence of Miaochengzong is on the branch of the Huishan River. Everyone gathered in the room, and even the head of the angry real person sat on the high hall. This time, the Lingjiang treasure ship was opened, which was related to whether the evil disaster of heaven and earth could be safely passed, so that the angry real person had to come in person. In just a few months, the cultivation of the angry real person has obviously improved. The people of Miaocheng Sect have been delayed for a long time at the peak of Yuanying, and their savings are extremely huge. Now once they step into the realm of Yuanshen, their cultivation is almost a thousand miles a day.
However, all this has nothing to do with Gan Ping. He let Mo Zhenfeng's big hand pat on his shoulder, but as if he didn't realize it, a pair of star eyes just fell straight on the distant corner of a girl in red. Time flies. Gan Ping is busy with all kinds of things. He has been running around and experiencing all the wind and rain. He has long forgotten the time. It has been more than two years. Ma Linger, who should have been quenched in Wenleichi for three years, actually woke up early.
Standing brightly, Ma Linger, dressed in a red dress, has grown into a charming and dignified girl, standing quietly behind Wuyin, but the slightly trembling corners of her eyes and long drooping long eyelashes betrayed her emotions. After two and a half years of quenching, through the secret method, Ma Linger broke through the realm of file building effortlessly, which made Gan Ping sigh with emotion.
The world thinks that he is a freak. After just a few years of practice, he has become a golden elixir. However, who knows what kind of pain and grinding he has experienced and how much sweat he has paid to become a golden elixir all the way. However, in just more than two years, Ma Linger has formed the golden elixir that immortals dreamed of, and she herself knows nothing about it. For her, she just had a dream. If it spreads, she doesn't know how many people she will envy.
I couldn't help but feel relieved. I didn't expect Linger to wake up early. Fortunately, I got a golden elixir two days ago. Otherwise, how could I raise my head in front of my fiancee? The adventure of my fiancee is no worse than myself. It absorbs all the feelings and cultivation of the other primordial spirit of the voiceless master, and the refinement of Wen Lei Chi. At present, it is just a lack of fighting experience. As for the elixir magic weapon, with the care of Wuyin Mo Jengfeng and others, how can it be lacking?
Feeling Gan Ping's fierce eyes, Ma Linger quietly raised her head, peeked at Gan Ping, who was staring at her, and lowered her head shyly. For a moment, the charm was born, delicate and infinite, and she almost lost her sweet Taoist heart. In the past two years, Ma Linger has become so beautiful. Although the water in Aohu Lake is vast and not frozen all year round, the fallen leaves outside are falling one after another. The winter in Yanrong Country came early, and now it is late autumn. Traveling around the Tianfu mainland, inadvertently, another year is coming. This year, Gan Ping is fifteen years old and Ma Linger is seventeen years old.
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Okay, thousands of calls, the heroine has appeared, welcome to sprinkle flowers! Tomorrow I will come to go shopping, and the bear will accompany me. I will take pity on my feet. Ask for a day off. If you come back early, you will try to code the words and drive out a chapter.