The misty Yulong mountain line appears and disappears from time to time in the thin fairy mist, just like a simple and thin ink painting, the winding mountain road winds down from the mountain, the ancient vines are entwined on the road, the spirit grass is all over, and the beasts, fairies and birds wander in the mountains, which is completely a tranquil appearance. But the square on the top of the hill is now full of people, and the square in front of the Tonshan Hall is crowded, with more than a dozen rings all over every corner of the square, and even large and small stalls full of curious young disciples. On a huge ring in the south, two white-clothed disciples were fighting endlessly, magic weapons were flying all over the ring, and all kinds of small spells were emerging one after another, and from time to time there were bursts of screams from the audience, and the cheers were endless.

Gan Ping and the four of them were standing under the stage, watching the battle between the two on the stage intently, I have to say that the cultivation of these two people is too low, and the intensity of this battle is not even comparable to Zeng Qi and Li Xing'an that day, which makes Gan Ping a little sleepy and yawns from time to time. Fang Yuanting on the side looked at Gan Ping with an impatient face with interest, and she was also quite curious about this mysterious black-clothed servant disciple in her heart. It's just that the two didn't notice the resentful gaze coming from the other side of the ring, Li Xingan looked at the two people who were eyebrows, and his eyes were about to erupt fire, and in the heart of his heart, he suddenly saw a person standing not far away, who was also looking at Gan Ping and his party with complicated eyes, Li Xingan couldn't help but be happy when he saw this person, his brows furrowed slightly, and he walked forward quickly.

The man had a square face dressed in white, and he was squinting at Gan Ping and the four of them coldly, with a rather dissatisfied expression. Li Xingan stepped forward and saluted slightly: "I didn't expect Senior Brother Leng to have such a Yaxing, come here to see the excitement." Seeing that it was Li Xing'an, the man nodded slightly and said, "When I had nothing to do, I walked around, and glanced at the four of Gan Ping." Li Xing'an was overjoyed when he saw this, this person in front of him was the disciple of Mo Lingfeng's Leng family, named Leng Yu, although his cultivation was not high, he did get the true inheritance of Mo Lingfeng's lineage, and his ability to raise and train spirit beasts was quite good, there was a spotted rodent lizard python in his spirit beast bag, a fifth-order spirit beast of the desolate alien species, if it was a single cultivation, there were countless people who surpassed him in the sect, but if he released the talisman spirit beast, even the inner disciples of the condensation realm would have to retreat, this desolate alien species was extraordinary.

Li Xing's peace of mind has always had a good impression of Ning Ziling, but it's a pity that Ning Ziling is lukewarm to him, and now is a good opportunity to provoke this hateful boy with the help of this cold rain. Thinking of this, Li Xingjiao looked around casually, and suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, isn't Senior Sister Ning Ziling over there, how can you stand with a servant disciple in black?" As soon as this sentence came out, the cold rain on the side changed his face, and he glanced at that side quite ugly, Li Xingan said to himself: "Don't say it, this kid looks quite handsome, and the monkey on his shoulder looks extraordinary, no wonder Senior Sister Ning is with him, it seems that it must be a spirit beast." ”

Li Xing'an knew that although Ning Ziling was a disciple of Miao Cuifeng, he was quite interested in the way of controlling beasts, and often went to Mo Lingfeng to hang out, and Ning Ziling, who had only become acquainted with him on a cold and rainy night, was shocked at first sight, and since then he has been stalking and searching hard. It's a pity that Ning Ziling is not interested in cold rain, this cold rain never gives up every time he hits a wall, but Mo Lingfeng's disciples are quite careful when they meet Ning Ziling, and no one wants to provoke Leng Yu, a true disciple of Mo Lingfeng's lineage.

Sure enough, Leng Yu snorted coldly when he heard Li Xing'an's words, "Hmph! It's just a small fire monkey, although it's quite rare, but it's not in my Leng someone's eyes, it's just a third-order realm, if you awaken the bloodline of the divine beast, it's a bit interesting." Li Xing'an couldn't help but be secretly happy in his heart when he saw that he provoked the anger of Leng Yu, but he still looked surprised on the surface, "It's just a third-order spirit beast, Senior Brother Leng's eyes are really like a torch, and the younger brother sighs to himself, but why Senior Sister Ning is also mixed with this kid, it's really incomprehensible." ”

This Li Xingan used clumsy means to provoke Leng Yu, Leng Yu glanced at him coldly, "Isn't that Fang Yuanting also over there?" Li Xingan was speechless when he asked, and he was secretly annoyed that Leng Yu was not emotional, so he stopped squeaking. Leng Yu coldly looked at the two white-clothed people who were nearing the end of the battle on the stage, and glanced at Gan Ping and the four from time to time. Although Li Xing'an's provocation was seen through by himself, but this ring still has to be played, the sentence just now just told Li Xingan that he is not the fool who can be used as a force at will, and in order to fight for this breath, he must not fall into the notoriety of being backward. However, the scorching gaze of the cold rain looked at Ning Ziling, who was smiling like a flower, "Ziling, you are mine, anyone who dares to approach you has only a dead end!"

Gan Ping didn't know anything about these at this time, Fang Yuanting's eyes made him quite uncomfortable, and the pair of bright big eyes gave him an illusion, as if he had returned to the snowy winter, the peaceful and quiet winter, sitting in the warm study, holding the beloved Zihao pen, and there was also such a pair of bright and beautiful big eyes on the side, looking at himself with a little curiosity and shyness. In an instant, Gan Ping's heart seemed to be stung by something, so painful to the bone marrow, so heartbreaking. For a long time, Gan Ping has forced himself to practice desperately every day, desperately forcing himself not to think, but those bright eyes will appear in dreams every night, blinking, like a winter furnace warming Gan Ping's guarded heart.

Ling'er is now separated from her body and soul, life and death are difficult to decide, and she will definitely find a way to cure it within five years, although she seems to be very beautiful at the moment, and all the elders in the door are favored, but Gan Ping knows that if she tells Ling'er about it, first of all, she will not be able to escape the charge of abusing the evil law to kill innocents. Strength, or strength, only the growth of one's own strength is the right way, and everything else is in vain.

Just when Gan Ping was thinking about the knots, the battle on the stage had already ended, Gan Ping didn't care who won and who lost, he suddenly felt uninterested, it was better for him to hurry up and cultivate when he had this time. Suddenly, a person appeared on the stage, dressed in white like snow, with a boxy face, and two pockets on his waist side by side, it was the cold rain. Li Xing'an in the audience laughed secretly, although this cold rain saw through his own provocation, he still couldn't hold back and got into the ring, that servant boy, this time you are dead, the cold rain's spotted rodent python is crazy when he sees blood, even if he can't control it on a cold rainy night as the master, what should you do now?

Leng Yu stood in the middle of the platform, glanced around and said: "Today's big competition in the door, the younger brother Leng Yu is not only here to offer ugliness, I know that my cultivation is not as good as others, but my Mo Lingfeng is not relying on cultivation to gain a foothold for supernatural powers, so..." As he spoke, he patted the dark red pocket on his waist, and a streamer shot out of the pocket, and a behemoth appeared in the ring. The disciples in the audience couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and took a step back in unison. The spirit beast released by the cold rain was about two feet long, covered its whole body with colorful scales, the thick snake body of the sea bowl was hovering together, there was a sound like gold and stone in the friction of the scale armor, and a huge head above it looked like a snake but not a snake, like a lizard but not a lizard, and the sharp teeth flashed dangerously cold in the sun.

When the monster saw everyone in the audience looking at him, he couldn't help but roar in dissatisfaction, and the current burst of fishy wind forced all the disciples to cover their mouths and noses. Leng Yu patted the head of the snake-shaped monster and calmed it down, "My Mo Lingfeng has inherited this beast control technique, I don't know which senior brother came to the stage to teach one or two?" After speaking, he looked at the audience proudly, and his pride was overflowing.

Everyone retreated one after another, the monster in front of them was obviously extraordinary, how could anyone be willing to step forward to send him to death? Leng Yu saw that everyone did not react, which was also something he expected, and raised his eyebrows proudly and said: "Then is there anyone who came with a spirit beast? Can you come to the stage to learn a thing or two?" After speaking, he looked at Gan Ping in the audience with blazing eyes, and only Gan Ping squatted on his shoulder a fiery little monkey. Gan Ping's complexion was slightly gloomy, although he didn't know the situation very well, but he also knew that the person in front of him was coming for him, this fire had followed him for several years, and it had already become a reverse scale in his heart. The evil beast in front of him was obviously not Na Yi's generation, and Gan Ping certainly wouldn't let Huo'er take the risk.

Thinking of this, Gan Ping didn't pay attention to the cold rain shouting on the stage, lightly glanced at the one man and one beast on the stage, and turned around and walked out. There is nothing to make Gan Ping nostalgic here, although I don't know why Leng Yu provoked him, but he can't force himself to go to the stage, right? As soon as he turned around, a shout and curse came from his ears, "Wu Na servant, do you dare to come on stage to practice with your Leng Yu grandfather? Saying that, Leng Yu laughed out loud, and his attitude was extremely arrogant.

Ning Ziling, who was on the side, had already changed her face greatly, and reprimanded with a cold face: "Leng Yu, what are you crazy about?" She also faintly understood in her heart that it was she who had affected Gan Ping, and she couldn't help but be a little annoyed that Leng Yu was good or bad. Leng Yu was reprimanded loudly by Ning Ziling, and his face was a little unbearable, and then he saw that Gan Ping didn't pay attention to himself, and walked straight out of the crowd, he couldn't help but be annoyed and angry, and patted the huge head of the spotted rodent lizard python beside him, and the monster swept straight out and rushed straight at Gan Ping from behind. This spotted rodent python has been raised by cold rain for many years, and has long been in the same mind, looking in his direction, it is going straight to the fire on Gan Ping's right shoulder.

The cold light flashed in Leng Yu's eyes, his mind turned slightly, the huge monster was even more castrated, looking at the posture, this cold rain not only had to attack Huo'er, but even one of Gan Ping's arms was bound to win. Gan Ping was walking forward when he suddenly felt a gust of evil wind that had reached the back of his head, and he didn't have time to dodge, when a fire suddenly sounded in his ears, a terrible scream, and Ning Ziling on the side also shot out angrily, and a round tortoise shell flew out of his hand to block between Gan Ping and the rodent python.