It was a slender arc-shaped long knife like the first waning moon, and the sound of flesh and bone being torn by a sharp blade came out, and the squeaky sound made everyone in the audience frown for a while. Gan Ping was indeed careless, he didn't expect that Leng Yu, who had been forced to the end of the mountain by himself, would have such a killer feature, and he was unexpectedly stabbed by the slender arc long knife that pierced the small light shield conjured up by the armguard, and the cold blade penetrated through his left shoulder.

Although this cold rain has been fighting with Gan Ping with some inconspicuous talismans and magic weapons, it does not indicate that the elders of the Leng family did not give him a magic weapon, although he is also low in cultivation, like Guan Ping, he can't urge the magic weapon with all his strength, but with the material of the six-grade arc moon knife in his hand, he can also do a desperate fight. Feeling the blade in his hand piercing into the opponent's flesh, Leng Yu couldn't help but feel happy, but in an instant, he frowned, and the feeling of entering the body from the tip of the knife seemed to be piercing not flesh and blood, but like the momentum of piercing. Leng Yu's heart froze, could it be that this Gan Ping's forging body cultivation had reached such a point? Judging from the resistance coming from his hand, if the material of this arc moon knife was one level worse, it was still unknown whether it would be able to pierce his body.

Thinking of this, Leng Yu bit his teeth, and turned the handle of the knife with force in his hand, so as to expand the results of the battle, with the sharpness of this six-rank Xuan soldier, he would definitely be able to severely damage this person. However, the slender palm that had always been strong was held on the exposed blade one step ahead of him, and Leng Yu's wrist turned sharply without any reaction, and he quickly looked up, and what came into his eyes was a pair of cold and emotionless eyes. "I underestimated you!" With Gan Ping's cold words, a palm wrapped in flames had come to Leng Yu's body, and unlike the previous few times, the originally invincible body protection blue light exploded under this flame this time, and a green jade pendant on Leng Yu's chest also shattered into several pieces as the blue light was broken. With the jade pendant magic weapon shattering, there was a loud shout: "Junior, stop!"

The voice was loud and long, and it was obvious that the cultivation of the person who came was extraordinary, and the bursts of anger were mixed with the murderous aura in the words. Gan Ping didn't hesitate, the palm that had just shattered Leng Yu's protective Qingguang continued to move forward, and slapped it fiercely between Leng Yu's chest and abdomen, and with the sound of bones shattering, Leng Yu, who was dressed in white, screamed and flew out with blood. Gan Ping hurriedly stepped back, frowning and pulling out the slender arc moon knife inserted in his left shoulder inch by inch, the current strength of Gan Ping's body is so strong, and the harsh sound of the friction between the muscles and the blade made Yang Zongqi in the audience also quite surprised, and frowned and carefully looked at this disciple of Mingyun Peak. How could he, who was also a physical cultivator, not know what such physical strength represented? If he wanted to temper his physical body to such an extent, it seemed that this kid in front of him had also suffered a lot.

A long howl came, and the cold rain that flew out upside down was caught by a gray shadow volley and fell on the stage again. Gan Ping had just pulled out the sharp blade on his shoulder, and when he saw someone saving Leng Yu, he looked at it coldly. The person who came was about thirty years old, with a thin face and a gray coat, and was looking at Gan Ping, who was half covered with blood on his body, and a palm was on the shoulder of Leng Yu, whose eyes were closed, and it seemed that he was healing his wounds.

Gan Ping smiled coldly, Fang Cai originally just wanted to teach this cold rain a lesson, but he was stabbed by him with a sword of Xuan Bing with his sudden secret hand. Gan Ping is also a decisive character, seeing that things can not be for this hatred seems to be settled, no longer leave his hand to transfer the silk of Binghuo Yuangang from the body into the flame, although this Binghuo Yuangang is not Mahayana, but the domineering and domineering are incomparable, and the magic weapon of the cold rain is broken at the moment. Gan Ping even sent a wisp of fire into the body of the cold rain, since he did it, he came to a thorough one, when the interruption continued to suffer from the chaos, Gan Ping just found that this cold rain and Xuan Qin generally practiced the wood exercises, this wisp of fire into the body, like sparks like dry firewood, how can the cold rain that go straight to the coma can be resisted? Not to mention that the flame of Gan Ping's illusion is also contaminated with a trace of the breath of the fire Yuangang, which is even more difficult.

The gray-clothed man suppressed Leng Yu's injuries while looking at the blood-like disciple in front of him in amazement, secretly frightened in his heart, although Leng Yu's body was only a trace of fire, but it was quite difficult, he originally thought that this trace of fire could be extinguished with a hand, but he didn't expect that the fire qi was actually eating away at Leng Yu's true yuan, and it had grown a lot under the sudden collision left and right. The gray-clothed man was surprised to find that the wisp of fire that had grown into a flame was actually entangled in the cold rain viscera, if he was ruthless to drive it out, he would definitely say that the true yuan mana that Leng Yu had cultivated hard would be broken together, and in desperation, he had to slowly compress and force the flame little by little, wanting to force it out of the body, but he couldn't pay attention to Gan Ping for a while.

Gan Ping saw that he didn't speak, his face was solemn, and he knew what was going on, since he decided not to spare his hand, he smashed Leng Yun's true yuan mana with his own palm, and then entered the fire qi to entangle it, and the mana of the wood system was suitable for this arrogant and domineering Binghuo Yuan Gang to devour and absorb, thinking that this person must be scratching his head. He took out a small jade bottle, poured out one of the pills, crushed it and slowly sprinkled it on the wound. With Gan Ping's strong physical recovery speed, the muscles and flesh had already begun to heal when the Arc Moon Knife was pulled out just now, but there was a trace of the wound that remained of the Arc Moon Knife's unique rule aura when refining the Xuan Soldier, wrapping around it to prevent the wound from healing quickly. So Gan Ping had to take out a healing pill and smash it and sprinkle it on the wound, how to expel the breath of the magic weapon Xuan Bing on the wound, he didn't know.

A fiery red figure ran up Gan Ping's shoulder, he couldn't help but grin and frown slightly, this fire was also reckless, and he still habitually jumped on Gan Ping's injured left shoulder, which made Gan Ping a little depressed. Looking up, it was Huo'er's teary-eyed little eyes, looking at Gan Ping's face, with an anxious look on his face, pointing to the huge wound and squeaking eagerly, unspeakable concern. Gan Ping's heart warmed, and he endured the uncomfortable feeling of the fire jumping anxiously on the injured shoulder, and touched its furry head, "Good, I'm fine..."

Such a gentle sentence quieted down the anxious Huo'er, scratched his head, and then suddenly realized that he had just stepped on the injured arm of his master, and hurriedly screamed and crawled from the back of Gan Ping's neck to the other shoulder, rubbed Gan Ping's chin affectionately with his furry head, and the long monkey tail hooked Gan Ping's neck like a coquette. The female disciples below were full of tears, the slightest hint of closeness of this lord's favorite made the naturally sentimental woman cry, and Huo'er's well-behaved and clever made these girls have the urge to rush to the stage and hug it for intimacy.

Ignoring the hot eyes of the female disciples in the audience, Gan Ping and Huo'er turned their gaze to the gray-clothed man in front of him who was trying his best to stabilize the cold rain's injury. Gan Ping suddenly felt a strange movement in the back of his neck, and it turned out that it was Huo'er who returned the fragment of the fierce armor to Gan Ping. Fang Cai dared to comment that he was afraid that Huo'er would suffer a loss in front of the spotted rodent python, so he gave Huo'er this magic weapon of protection, otherwise, these two pieces of sinister armor traveled along the meridians, and the whole body expanded and shrunk with the mind, and it was still unknown whether Leng Yu's knife could succeed. Huo'er basically didn't use this magic weapon, and just relied on a mess of sticks to knock the python to death, which made Gan Ping also a little surprised.

The gray-clothed man suddenly took a sharp breath, and a golden flame instantly flew out of the cold rain mouth and rushed towards the flame beside Gan Ping. This flame flew straight into it and was swallowed by the mini dragon transformed by the Binghuo Yuangang, Gan Ping immediately felt that the originally lazy dragon-shaped Yuanling was much more excited, and even the Binghuo Yuangang also skyrocketed by a section, compared to the hard cultivation in the previous months, this speed was simply jaw-dropping.

There was a hint of enlightenment in Gan Ping's heart, no wonder he hadn't made much progress for a long time, and he didn't have the power of destroying the world like the memory of the fire dragon. It turned out that this Binghuo Yuangang was to devour the true yuan of other monks in order to grow, thinking of this, Gan Ping was a little apprehensive, this method of using other people's true yuan mana to boost the power of his own Yuan Gang Wouldn't it become an evil method? Thinking of the scene of killing people in the fire dragon Yuan Shen, Gan Ping finally understood how the monstrous flame sea was cultivated. With a wry smile, this fire dragon was originally not a human body, killing people and increasing cultivation to be like a righteous path disciple killing demons and refining pills, and he couldn't say who was right and who was wrong, but was it right to do this? Just when Gan Ping's mind was in turmoil and all kinds of thoughts were not clear, a loud shout came from his ears: "That little girl, you are so vicious, don't you take the rules of the sect in your eyes?"