Gan Ping has always been a gentle and elegant image, and many people have forgotten that this young man was in Xiaoyue City back then, slaughtering Fang Ning's two families, and his hideous and ruthless appearance. People who have seen Gan Ping regard him as a scholar who is as gentle as jade, but they don't know that under the handsome and calm face of this young man, there is a volcano that is about to erupt. As soon as it touches the scales of Ganping, the volcano will erupt and burn everything in the world.

And the people closest to him are Gan Ping's reverse scales. At present, my father is seriously injured and paralyzed, and my cousin's life and death are uncertain, all of which are caused by this Lu family and this Lu Xiaoyao, how can Gan Ping show mercy?

Seeing that this Mo Ran Dao's mouth was full of words that were calming people, Gan Ping's sword eyebrows were upside down, and he scolded, "Fart!" This sentence spread loudly, and everyone in the city heard it very clearly, and the old man heard Gan Ping scolding himself like this, he couldn't help but blush, his eyes turned black, and he almost couldn't get up in one breath and fainted.

God is pitiful, he has lived for hundreds of years, how can anyone dare to scold himself like this, that person is not polite to himself, and his face is pleasant. Gan Ping's face was full of disapproval, he wanted to calm things down, but this Lu Xiaoyao repeatedly provoked incidents, and touched Gan Ping's bottom line one after another, which was already unbearable.

The old father was seriously injured, and the cousin was humiliated, if this breath could be swallowed, Gan Ping would not need to cultivate, and he would go directly to Beihai, find a stone to press on himself, and be a turtle. What is the reason for desperately resisting the demon beast? Isn't it just so that his people can be safe and not violated? Now that this demon beast has not entered the city, but has been persecuted by others, how can this breath be swallowed?

And Lu Xiaoyao and his cousin were nowhere to be seen, which made Gan Ping's uneasiness even stronger, and naturally he didn't have the heart to talk to this old guy, respecting the virtuous and respecting the elderly, that was to divide people.

Strode onto the city wall, and the gravel under his feet was trampled into powder by Gan Ping, "Lu Xiaoyao, send my cousin out quickly, otherwise I will slaughter your Lu family!"

With a grasp of the void in his left hand, a young man who looked at the clothes as a child of the Lu family had been pierced in his hand by Gan Ping, and with a flash of the sword, one of the young man's legs had been cut off, and blood immediately splattered out. The young man cried out in pain, looking at Gan Ping's hideous face, and his lower body was already emitting a foul smell.

"Say, where is Lu Xiaoyao?" said the huge sword of returning the mountain, the cold blade of the sword had reached the armpit of the young man, looking at the posture, if the young man dared not to say it, blood would be splashed on the spot immediately, and that arm would no longer belong to him.

The young man's lips pursed, and he stretched out his finger and pointed to a small house in the distance, but it was difficult to speak. Gan Ping threw it to the ground and walked in the direction of the house. But the frightened teenager rolled his eyes and fainted from panic and blood loss.

Everywhere Gan Ping went, everyone who saw it retreated and dodged, on top of this eastern city, there were hundreds of immortal cultivators, but in the face of Gan Ping, they didn't dare to stop it slightly, and the blow of the steel cylinder almost smashed the Tuhuang Bell that Mo Ran's predecessors were famous for their defense, and they almost killed the two Zhengyang Daoyan under one blow, the prestige was terrifying, and it was impossible to resist, no wonder these people were so afraid.

However, a dazzling brilliance suddenly rushed out of the cold oblique stab, and came straight to the center of Gan Ping's eyebrows, and the light was scorching and dazzling, causing everyone to quickly close their eyes and dare not face it. Gan Ping's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness when he was neutral, his father's eyes were injured by this sunshine, and he could not regain his sight now. The one who emitted this dawn sun was the Dao Rock that had relieved his breath.

Seeing Gan Ping asking where Lu Xiaoyao was, this Dao Yan couldn't help but feel anxious, Xiaoyao's junior brother was surging in the fire, using the power of the Ding furnace to calm his inner breath, if he was bumped into by this Gan Ping, he would definitely be killed by it, not to mention that Dao Yan had a deep grudge against this Gan Ping, and he didn't think that Gan Ping's cultivation was superb just now, he was just distracted and didn't investigate, and was attacked by him, so now he is dialysis and makes a move, in a vain attempt to hit Gan Ping hard.

Before Gan Ping could make a move, the fire on his shoulder, which had not moved, had already roared, and in an instant, his body had swelled several times and hit the sunburst god that was attacking Gan Ping.

This Yao Sun Divine Mang is a kind of earth fire elite that is a specialty of the Yao Sun Sect, rewarding unique refining techniques, extracting a trace of the true fire of the sun and the power of Yuan Magnetism, and refining it with the heart and soul of the day, and sending it out casually will release a dazzling light and snatch people's souls. If you are attacked by this Sun Divine Mang without checking, your eyes will be burned by this infinite firepower and the power of Yuan Magnetism, just like that Gan Ningcheng.

Every disciple of the Yao Sun Sect cultivates this magic weapon, but each has its own depth. Now this rock sacrifices the dawn of the sun, the divine light is scorching, the light is great, and it is obvious that it has been the way to achieve great success, and it is about to be reborn and evolve into a sign of the dawn of the heavenly wheel. However, Huo'er's Heavenly Stick is made of the strongest evil gold, mixed with various superb spiritual gold to depict the formation runes.

That evil gold is inherently difficult to convey the true yuan aura, but it is extremely heavy and strong, it is refined and compressed by Gan Ping in a special way, and after being refined by the innate Tushi extinguishing the true flame, it is even more tenacious and abnormal, how can it be compared to the Yao Sun Divine Mang? Although this Yao Sun Divine Mang is good, it is not a magic weapon to fight hard with others. The reason why the director made a move was that he wanted to take advantage of Gan Ping's unpreparedness and hurt his eyes, but he didn't expect this little monkey to be so strong.

With the power of Huo'er, the Juntian stick wheel roared around, and the shadow of the stick in the sky shrouded the dawn of the sun, although it could repel this god with a single blow, but the fire that felt the anger in Gan Ping's heart did not do so. Instead, the Yao Sun Divine Mang, which was connected to the Daoyan Divine Soul, was gathered in it, and in a snap of his fingers, nearly a thousand rod shadows had smashed on the non-gold and non-iron, glass-like transparent divine light.

The slender needle-like dawn sun god mangled with a crisp sound, and sparks flew everywhere, although it was a magic weapon, but it couldn't help but smash with this huge force. Like a glass cup that had been struck by a hammer, the divine light shattered under Huo'er's Juntian stick, and Dao Yanxin's spirit was injured, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he almost fainted. With one force to ten meetings! In front of everyone's eyes, Huo'er made a move to crush this rock!

It's not that Dao Yan doesn't want to fight back, but the speed of the fire is too fast, the Juntian stick is too hard and domineering, and the stick body that has been tempered by the innate Tushi Silence True Flame is not afraid of the scorching heat of the sun god at all, plus the power of moving mountains and seas and the terrifying lethality formation on the Juntian stick, the victory or defeat is decided in one look!

Wielding the Juntian stick, Huo'er stood on Gan Ping's shoulder, and the other little paw kept hammering his chest, making a burst of screams. Although the voice was a little immature and ridiculous, it made everyone unable to laugh, and the corners of the mouth were full of bitterness.

The mountain sword in his hand turned into a giant dragon and slashed straight towards the roof in the distance, "Lu Xiaoyao, at this point, do you still want to sit on that shrunken turtle?" The cold slash echoed in the city, and the huge sword light slashed towards the hut.

"Wait!" A fiery red flywheel the size of a wheel, with a brilliant divine power, fell from the sky, blocking Gan Ping's sword light. Although the light wheel is fiery red, the color is extremely wrong, and the sun is obviously from one place, and the solitary sun is too prosperous.

Several times three times was blocked by people, Gan Ping's anger has reached the peak, the palm of the five fires and seven birds fan swayed violently, and the flames in the sky floated out, among which the golden black heavenly fire with black in gold, the slightly blue burning heart heavenly fire, the pure white congenital Tushi silence true flame, the green green dark bone fire, and the dark dark evil flame, have emerged, turning this city into a sea of fire, Gan Ping's heart has been extremely angry, murderous, no longer kept!