With a sharp chirp, the three-legged golden crow roared down, angrily spewing out a strong and blazing flame, it was obvious that it was extremely dissatisfied with the provocation of the green giant, although it was not completely restored to its body, but with the arrogance of the three-legged golden crow from the bloodline, it could tolerate a small wooden puppet to be arrogant in front of its eyes. It was Gan Ping who accompanied Jin Wu's shot, the first strike was strong, how could he allow that Wanfang to come to his senses, his strength was inferior to her, and only by fighting to the death could he win the opportunity.

Obviously, the two of them have already played a real fire, Gan Ping slapped on the mountain sword, and the wide long sword turned into a streamer and went straight to Wan Fang's face door, whether it was against Feng Xingyuan or Mo Yehua, Gan Ping only used swordsmanship to resist the enemy, and did not use this flying sword technique. At the moment, it was unfolded, but there was no sense of alienation, and the sword light was divided into nine, and suddenly it shrouded down towards the total Wanfang in the air. And Gan Ping waved the treasure fan in his hand, and thousands of streamers of fire shot out, turning into a huge big hand and grabbing it viciously.

Bi Rouqing sneered slightly, and at some point, a huge green bamboo phantom had appeared behind her, and a fiery red rope flew out of her cuffs, shrouding her sword light in mid-air. Immediately following the rope was a white jade bracelet, crystal clear, shining in the light of the fire, not to be seen.

As soon as the jade ring came out, a gust of wind swirled on the stage in an instant, sucking the boundless flames and pulling them into the jade bracelet. And the huge three-legged golden crow below had already knocked the green giant to the ground, tearing violently, and the disciples in the audience looked at the three-legged golden crow that originally looked like a divine horse above, but now it was like a crazy shrew tearing the thread, and couldn't help but be slightly dumbfounded.

Only the Shouyin Zhenren laughed secretly in the distance, this kid's spiritual pets are all superb, they are so shameless, it is obvious that this three-legged golden crow was also a lazy character before his death. The three-legged golden crow was originally a spirit born of fire, and it inherently restrained all the wood spiritual things, and this little wooden puppet was not taken into its eyes at all. With just one blow, the wooden puppet had been fiercely suppressed, and the three hideous claws like iron hooks tore wildly, scratching the wood chips on the wooden puppet's chest, and the green vines were scattered.

And although the wooden puppet is taller than this golden crow, it is congenitally restrained by this three-legged golden crow, and it can't raise its head at all, so it can only grab the neck of the three-legged golden crow and refuse to let go. But the three-legged golden crow didn't care at all, and let the wooden puppet's hands get stuck in his throat, and the flames around his body burned the big wooden hands to a scorched sound.

He was originally a spirit transformed by flames, where would he be afraid of being stuck in his throat, and the unscrupulous three-legged golden crow was even more unforgiving, a huge mouth kept pecking at the top of the wooden puppet's head, and sparks splashed in the mouth, making the wooden puppet's head scorched black, and a small half of it was burned in an instant. And the long tail feathers behind him struck even more violently, and he attacked the sensitive parts of the wooden puppet like crazy, although the wooden puppet was not a living person, and there was no sensitive part.

However, all the male disciples in the audience hissed and inhaled the cold air, and they couldn't help but shudder in their hearts, thinking about what kind of scene they would be like in the face of such a strange bird if they were the wooden puppet. What are you kidding? The three-legged golden crow had more than a dozen tail feathers, each the thickness of an adult's arm, and the fierce momentum, mixed with raging flames, slapped on the lower body of the wooden puppet, and the place where it was hit was already pitch black and full of potholes.

That is, this wooden puppet, if it was a living person, would have been difficult to support because of the heavy blows at the vital point, seeing the tail feather vulture's non-stop knocking, Yu Wei swept on the stone platform, and the cracked stones flew in all directions. Everyone looked at Gan Ping with a rather strange look, obviously thinking that what the golden crow did was instigated by Gan Ping.

Gan Ping, who was about to rush towards Wanfang, couldn't help but stumble, almost fell to the ground, the conscience of heaven and earth, although this golden crow was incarnated by the spirit in his treasure fan, but this act was not his own command, it was completely a trick made by the soul of the golden crow himself. Wan Fang in the air also noticed the situation here, his face couldn't help but redden, he took a slight sip in his mouth, his silver teeth were clenched, his white and tender little hands were rubbed, and thousands of thunderbolts slashed towards Gan Ping viciously.

Gan Ping, who felt greatly wronged, hurriedly dodged away, but found that the nine sword lights that his mountain sword had turned into had been trapped by the rope emitted by Wan Fang, and had already turned back to the prototype, rushing left and right in the cage formed by the rope, but the rope was made of something, and no matter how the mountain sword struggled, it was difficult to escape.

And the tens of thousands of flames released by Gan Ping were also restrained by the jade bracelet, and they kept sucking into it, how could a monk like Wan Fang not know his own attributes? Obviously, this jade bracelet is a magic weapon to restrain fire.

Having no time to pay attention to the three-legged golden crow on the side who seemed to be a scoundrel, Gan Ping's eyes flashed, and his figure disappeared in an instant, and suddenly appeared behind Wan Fang, waving his fist and smashing it viciously at the back of her head, without half a pity for the jade. The audience was already amazed, and the most ugly face was Zhang Yingcheng, a group of people from other sects who watched the ceremony. Among the two people in front of him, Na Wanfang became famous very early, and it is okay to have such magical powers, but Na Gan Ping, who is obviously a little disciple, has to be impressive with this Wanfang, which not only makes these sects that are fighting with Miaocheng Sect endlessly jealous.

And right now, this kid didn't know what kind of body technique he had cast, and he disappeared in an instant, and even his own cultivation in the Yuan Shen realm was difficult to capture, which made Zhang Yingcheng look extremely ugly, just imagine, this is just a small disciple of the liquid realm, if a master like Mo Yongfeng casts this method, I'm afraid that he will not be able to sneak attack in an instant? Thinking of this, Zhang Yingcheng couldn't help but sweat coldly, and his face was like dirt.

The elders of the sect such as the Angerless Zhenren on the side also looked quite gloomy, but they didn't expect this Gan Ping to come up with strange tricks, some methods, even such a well-informed person as himself had never heard of it, especially the wonderful body method just now, which made the Angerless Zhenren regret it, and he stopped Wanfang if he knew it, lest this magical method fall into the eyes of the outer sect. It is conceivable that if the masters in the sect practice this method, when they fight with other sects, they will not use it coldly, it is simply an existence against the sky, which is enough to lock in the victory.

Depending on the angle, the perception of things is also different. In Gan Ping's eyes, this longitudinal golden light method is nothing more than a technique to escape for his life, but in the eyes of the elders of the sect such as the Angerless True People, it is simply a supreme weapon for killing people and seizing treasures, and no one knows better than them how sinister this cultivation realm is.

Caught off guard, Gan Ping disappeared in front of him, and even the locked divine consciousness lost its goal, Wan Fang couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, and he didn't have time to think about it, and in an instant, thousands of golden yellow slips, which were mixed with a little green silk, appeared out of thin air, like an armor, wrapping it heavily. At this time, Gan Ping had already come behind her, and a punch as heavy as a mountain slammed into the back of his head.

The sound of the explosion came, Rao is Wan Fang saw the opportunity quickly, and the bamboo was simplified into a heavy shield to cover it, but it was also broken through as many as four layers one after another by Gan Ping's punch, so he was weak and could not move forward. The so-called unforgiving is what Gan Ping looks like right now, since he has done it, there are no men and women in front of him, only enemies. In the exclamation of the female disciples and the scolding of the male disciples, Gan Ping took advantage of Wan Fang's unstable body and punched out again, bombarding Wan Fangzhu's simplified shield.

Because the fist was covered with heavy flames, even many masters in the audience did not know the black and red scale armor covered by Gan Ping's Double Fist Mountain, which was the layer of dragon scales generated by the true dragon blood in Gan Ping's body. This dragon scale is inherently strong, and it has even more powerful destructive power, coupled with the increase in the blood of the true dragon, Gan Ping's strength has increased by about one percent again, and it is not inferior to Wan Fang of the Jindan Great Perfection in front of him.

However, Gan Ping did not lose his vigilance, and worked hard to collect the breath of the true dragon essence blood in his body, and ran the Taiyi Pure Yang Heart Sutra to cover it, otherwise, although he only fused and refined only half of the true dragon essence blood in his body, he could also raise the strength of his body by three percent, and he could break the shield turned into a bamboo slip with one blow. But if that's the case, the secret of his true dragon essence blood will definitely be discovered, and he doesn't want to shrink his head and brain in the Miaocheng Sect all day long, and he will be chased and killed by people as soon as he goes out.

Wan Fang only felt that the young man in front of him seemed to be a different person, for some reason, his strength that was originally slightly inferior to himself had skyrocketed, and now that he had the first move, he was actually beaten back again and again by his stormy fist, and he was beaten into the ring from the air like a nail. The meridians of his hands were also shaken by the huge force, and it was difficult to support it, and he couldn't help but be shocked and angry in his heart, but it was difficult to get out.