Gan Ping looked at the cold rain in front of him coldly, he didn't bother to say anything to this kind of person, just raised his right hand gently, grabbed the remaining clothes on his chest, and tore them off with a hard pull, revealing his muscular and strong upper body. Thanks to the blessing of cultivating the body on weekdays, Gan Ping's body is not as thin as it looks on the surface, without the cover of clothes, and the strong muscles are as sharp and angular as copper casting. The female disciples watching below couldn't help but blush slightly, and turned their heads slightly, but they couldn't help but secretly glance at Gan Ping on the stage. Fang Yuanting looked at Gan Ping with brilliant eyes, but she didn't expect that this Gan Ping looked weak and elegant when she looked at Wenwen on weekdays, but when she took off her clothes, she was so strong, which not only made his curiosity about Gan Ping aggravated a lot.

Looking at the torn black robe in his hand, Gan Ping sighed lightly in his heart, it was okay if it was torn, and he would never have to wear the clothes of a white-eyed servant disciple in the future. He raised his hand, and the fragments of his torn clothes fell to the stage like a black butterfly, but Gan Ping himself turned into a light and shadow and rushed towards the cold rain. His family knows his own affairs, although Gan Ping has been in the beginner for nearly half a year, but he has only immersed himself in cultivation, and has not learned a little magic spell, and Leng Yu, who has cultivated about the same, will definitely suffer. Although as long as the Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife was sprayed out, it could easily kill the cold rain in front of him, but the life-saving thing at the bottom of the box could not be used or not. What's more, now in the ring, Leng Yu was killed in front of everyone's eyes, and even his own color master Wuzi couldn't excuse himself.

Long before he made a move, Gan Ping's arms were quietly clasped with two golden arm guards, which were the talisman magic weapons given by an elder in the Tungshan Hall just now, although they had not been refined, they could resist some spells with the strength of their materials. Gan Ping had already paid attention, even if he didn't know those spells, but with the strength of his body and the flames conjured up by controlling the fire and channeling, he could also give this cold rain a good look. Gan Ping, who had been deeply enraged by the cold rain's surprise attack just now, felt for the first time that death was so close to him. In this cultivation realm, if you are crippled, it is simply better to live than to die, and since this cold rain is so vicious, then you have to blame me for being ruthless.

Leng Yu only felt a flower in front of him and felt a strong wind blowing in his face, and it was Gan Ping who punched him in the face, and Gan Ping had already discovered some of these problems when Li Xing'an was fighting. Although these disciples have a variety of attack methods, their physical protection is extremely poor, perhaps because they don't have a good talisman magic weapon, they are so vulnerable. Gan Ping was convinced that if he was allowed to get close to him, he would definitely be able to blast him off the stage with one blow.

What Gan Ping didn't expect was that just when his fist was close to the tip of Leng Yu's nose, a misty blue light rose from his body, forcibly blocking his inevitable punch. Even Gan Ping's fist that opened the mountain and cracked the stone couldn't break the thin light curtain, and under the impact of Gan Ping's huge force, the whole person was shot out like a cyan ball of light. In the air, he hurriedly performed a few tricks, and then he stood on the edge of the ring, looking at Gan Ping, who was covered in muscles and flesh, with an ugly face, and squeezed out two words between Leng Yu's teeth: "Physical cultivation?"

Seeing Gan Ping rushing towards him again, Leng Yu didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly turned his body sharply to distance himself from Gan Ping, and pinched an obscure and dim streamer wrapped around Gan Ping's body. It is the secret of Mo Lingfeng's lineage to bind the dragon, Mo Lingfeng uses beasts as the main means, and he also has his own unique method of catching demon beasts, this dragon binding technique is one of the clever techniques, and disciples who are not in the direct vein cannot practice. This dragon binding trick fell on Gan Ping's body, and he only felt a burst of powerlessness coming from his body, and with a slight sense of fear, his body's movements immediately slowed down.

Ning Ziling, who was watching the battle below, suddenly reprimanded: "Cold rain····· You're so shameless, you... Don't you know that this dragon binding technique is not allowed to be used on people?" Leng Yu smiled when he heard this, "So what? Looking at Gan Ping's ugly face, Leng Yu's heart was extremely happy, and he flipped his hand, and a thick cone-shaped strange blade appeared in his hand. The blade was like a thick cone, about a foot long, and a pitch-black light flashed on it, making the cold rain's face even more eerie and distorted.

Leng Yu looked at Gan Ping, who looked ugly in the distance, with a strange smile on his face, the thunder light strike in his hand was a treasure given by Xuan Zu, although it was not in the flow of magic weapons, but it was also a top existence in the magic weapon. As long as it was a slight moment, this hateful boy must have flipped to the ground, thinking of the cold rain here silently urging the magic weapon in his hand, bursts of electric light appeared on the dark surface of the thunder, and the sound of tearing and cheering came out of the collision with each other, and the momentum was quite amazing.

Gan Ping felt the strangeness of this dragon binding technique, and the dark mist on his body was dividing countless thin threads and seeping into his body, as if he was stealing his own essence and blood vitality and turning it into a restraint on his body, and he couldn't help but look at the cold rain in front of him that urged the magic weapon, this method must be what kind of magic trick is applied to the demon beast, this cold rain actually used it on himself, it was really bad. If it weren't for the fact that the strength of his own body far exceeded that of the same monk, he would have been sucked dry by this vicious magic trick and fell to the ground to be slaughtered. It wasn't until the last thin thread was also burned that Gan Ping felt that the restraints on his body were much lighter, and he no longer had the powerlessness of being sucked in vitality, and raised his hand A cluster of fiery red flames emerged from Gan Ping's palm, and instantly swept away the dark mist that the dragon binding technique had turned into a whole body.

At this time, Gan Ping saw clearly the cold rain that was struck by the thunder and light in his hand not far away, and with a cold snort, his figure rushed towards him again. At this time, Leng Yu had already raised his head and looked at Gan Ping with a cruel smile, and the lightning strike flashing with electric light in his hand also pointed at Gan Ping's chest, and a faint blue electric light shot out from the thunder light, hitting Gan Ping's chest. Gan Ping didn't dare to slack off, this cold rain had been prepared for such a long time, it must be a very powerful spell, even if it was a strong body in the realm of selling gold, he didn't dare to rashly take this thunder light. He hurriedly raised his arm, and the true yuan in his body entered the golden arm guard at the arm, although there was no sacrificial application at will, but this basic use was still possible, and in an instant, the spiritual light on the arm flashed, turning into a small shield that was a foot wide and blocked Gan Ping's chest.

Gan Ping urged this magic weapon to protect his arms, and was secretly surprised in his heart, no wonder even the disciples of these big families in the sect did not have a magic weapon to protect themselves, it turned out that it consumed mana like this. The mana true element of his whole body was all input into it, and he only barely stimulated the protective power of this armguard magic weapon, and he could no longer continue to support it. Although this is due to the fact that there is no sacrificial practice, the consumption of this mana is also too great, no wonder it is impossible to say that the Jindan realm cannot apply the magic weapon, it really makes sense, this magic weapon that consumes a huge amount of money is not as practical as an ordinary magic weapon.

Even if it is this layer of protective power, it is not something that the spell emitted by the thunder light can break through, and the electric light of the dark orchid between them will quietly disappear when it hits the small shield formed by the bracer, but the power of thunder and lightning contained in it is still transmitted through the magic weapon, which makes Gan Ping's body numb for a while. This made Gan Ping also secretly surprised, the magic weapon in Leng Yu's hand must be extraordinary, if it really collided with it, there would definitely be no good fruit to eat.

Just when both of them were in shock, a fiery red figure on the side rushed straight into Gan Ping's arms, and Gan Ping subconsciously caught it, it was Huo'er. In the blink of an eye, the spotted rodent python was extremely miserable at the moment, with several long scratches on its head that were deep in the bones, and the green smelly blood had soaked its head layer by layer. The long snake body is also covered with scars, and the scattered scale armor all over the ground can show how Huo'er treated this python just now, even so, the python still roared fiercely, and there was no trace of malaise, such a small injury was nothing to it at all.

Seeing that the python beast was so miserable, Gan Ping hurriedly looked at the fire in his arms, if this little clever ghost had any mistakes, he was afraid that he would die of heartache, this little thing saw Gan Ping looking at it, and got up from his arms with a bone, dancing and squeaking to complain of bitterness. Gan Ping saw that Huo'er's fur was just a little messy, and he didn't feel any hurt and settled down a lot, and his brows gradually wrinkled when he watched this little thing jump like thunder.