The dizzy Gan Ping staggered up from the ground, and the strange look on his face made everyone in the audience burst into laughter, and the laughter made Mo Yifeng's face pale and his teeth rattle. Shame on you, you are a wise person, why are the apprentices you teach so hesitant and indecisive? Even if you are at a loss, this is the ring, not on the Miaocui Peak, what are you afraid of?

Gan Ping, who was in a trance, squinted his eyes, looked at Wan Fang standing on the other side of the ring, and couldn't help but feel as if he saw the figure of the leader. After seeing the things in Wan Fang's hands clearly, coupled with the sneering expressions of everyone in the audience pointing at him, Gan Ping immediately understood what he was like.

In Wan Fang's hand in front of him, I don't know when a crystal clear, green bamboo stick with the thickness of a little finger has appeared, and the bamboo knots on it are even more angular, which is very beautiful. But such a bamboo whip, I am afraid that it will not be good to whip it vigorously on the face. Gan Ping flipped the sword in his hand, and his embarrassed and miserable appearance appeared on the wide mirror-like sword body.

The bun on her head was already in disarray, and the jade that had been hanging on her head as a decoration had long since flown away. The left half of the cheek on the handsome face was already heavy, and a shocking purple-black whip mark appeared, and this Wan Fang was so ruthless. Gan Ping only felt that the whip marks on his face were exuding strange mana fluctuations, preventing his true yuan from repairing them, and the whip marks could not be eliminated no matter what, only by relying on the recovery power of his own body could he wear out the mana fluctuations little by little.

Just when Gan Ping was shocked and angry, Wan Fang's small voice came from his ears, "Since you want to be my Miao Cuifeng's son-in-law, you have to pass my pass first, Ling'er is my junior sister, I naturally have the right to see how her future husband is, if you are only capable of this, come to my Miao Cuifeng tomorrow to withdraw from your family!"

The cold light flashed in his eyes, and he swept the sharp sword edge, Gan Ping looked at Wan Fang who was standing opposite, and his emerald green dress swayed in the wind, like a soft willow in the wind. But there was no appreciation in Gan Ping's eyes, only a strong fighting spirit, since it was inevitable, there was only a war! Today I want to see how capable you Wanfang are, and you can talk about divorce in vain!

A sword was swung out, and a sharp sword roar like a dragon's roar pierced the sky, and immediately suppressed the laughter and noise of everyone present, and Gan Ping's firm Qingyue voice floated in the square, "Senior Sister Wanfang, junior brother Hualongfeng Xuanyan, please give advice!"

Obviously, Wan Fang's whip just now completely woke up Gan Ping, and he also walked out of the excitement and pride of defeating Shen Luoying before. With his own strength, what kind of skill is it to defeat Shen Luoying and other figures? Only by transcending the challenge and conquering one peak after another can he be regarded as a true sword cultivator. Seeing that Gan Ping had woken up and understood the truth, Mo Yifeng nodded slightly, and the anger in his heart calmed down a little.

The wide sword body of the Huanshan Sword was already full of fire, and translucent flames rose, and a golden dragon several feet long was swimming on the sword body, which was the dragon pattern Binghuo Yuangang. The opponent in front of her is not Shen Luoying, but a master who is only one step away from entering the Yuanying realm, and her own strength that far surpasses her peers is nothing in front of her, and now if she wants to fight with her, she must fight with her spirit.

Seeing that Wan Fang was not moved by himself, Gan Ping knew that this senior sister would definitely disdain to do it herself with her strengths, so she shouted violently, swung her sword and slashed out, sweeping thousands of troops like a sweep! That Ling Meng killing sword was originally a swordsmanship comprehended and practiced on the battlefield of the army, and this sword was cut out, extremely tragic, and the momentum of no return made everyone in the audience moved. Shen Luoying, who was being taken care of and repaired in the distance, turned pale, and he realized how big the gap between himself and this Gan Ping was.

With the blazing firelight, the mountain sword swept out, and the fire Yuan Gang on the sword body was even more of a dragon's mouth, and dozens of Yuntian Demon Fire Xuan Thunder rushed out, blocking the key points in the front and back of Wan Fang's body, and then there was an endless natal fire, which was domineering and blazing, and extremely strong. This Wan Fang's obvious body of wood belongs to the true yuan, Gan Ping doesn't believe it, although he can't cultivate it enough, but among the five elements, the restraint of fire on wood is also obvious, he has cultivated to the realm of Rongyuan, can't he help her?

Seeing this terrifying blow, Wan Fang's expression moved slightly, and his face showed a look of surprise, only to see Gan Ping's scoundrel's sword, and thought that he was just a waste of fame, compared to Shen Luoying's strength, it was not too much, but he didn't expect that the real move would be so powerful. Putting away his contempt, Wan Fangyu bowl twisted lightly, and the small and slender long bamboo whip was placed on the sword body of the incomparable power of the Ganping Returning Mountain Sword.

The thin bamboo whip is as delicate and soft as a willow branch, but you only know how terrible it is when you use your hands. The whip body trembled, driving the surrounding air to buzz, the bamboo whip was flexible and sturdy, and it stopped Gan Ping's menacing sword when it landed, Gan Ping only felt that the sword momentum was stagnant, and it was difficult to move forward, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, this Wanfangguo's real power was superb.

You must know that since you have broken through the realm of the Binghuo Rongyuan Forging Body and the True Determination of the Melting Yuan, and achieved the transformation from a dragon to a snake, the power of the physical body has increased greatly, and it has reached the power of seven thousand five hundred stones, plus the physical body of your own condensation, even if that Feng Xingyuan comes to the front again, it is enough for him to compete with it, but it is such a huge force, it was actually blocked by Wan Fang lightly, and the cloudy demon fire and thunder in the sky were waved by his big sleeve, and he was included in it, and there were a few muffled sounds and it was silent.

As soon as his heart moved, Gan Ping shouted, and slapped his palm on the bamboo whip, his palm was red, and the slap on the bamboo whip actually brought bursts of sneer. Wan Fang was surprised in his heart, where is this kid a disciple of the Liquid Transformation Realm, looking at this strength, it is enough to defeat ordinary Jindan masters, those few Xuan Thunder seem to be taken lightly, but the terrifying power still makes Wan Fang feel that the true yuan is a little shocked, and he regrets it slightly.

And this kid didn't know what strange exercises he had practiced, and he slapped it out with one palm, and it was so domineering and blazing, and the heterogeneous green bamboo in his palm was a little unbearable, so frightened that she hurriedly pulled out the bamboo whip and dodged the sword that Gan Ping attacked again. How did she know that Gan Ping's Binghuo Rongyuan Forging Body True Determination had reached the realm of Rongyuan, and just a pair of fleshy palms could melt ordinary materials.

Although the bamboo whip in her hand was not ordinary, it was a wood spiritual thing after all, and it was naturally restrained by Gan Ping's fiery palm. This is just that Gan Ping has just reached the realm of Rongyuan, if he reaches the Rongyuan Mahayana, under this palm, I am afraid that this bamboo whip will be greatly damaged. If you can reach the realm of transforming the gods, a fire Yuan Gang will spew out, which is enough to melt the Yuan Shen of the cultivator, and the end is extremely terrifying. With a palm strike, the blazing firepower is enough to smelt the enemy's magic weapon alive, which is the terrifying technique inherited by the fire dragon clan.

The body is like a swimming dragon, wandering endlessly around Wanfang, a blazing fire sword is flowing endlessly, Gan Ping is the dragon clan combat skills into the body, the dragon sees the head but not the tail, weird and unpredictable. For a long time, he didn't show this dragon fighting skill, but Gan Ping didn't forget it, and now he has encountered such a strong enemy, so he naturally wants to play his hole cards and can't keep his hands. The glow in his eyes was shining, it was the spirit dragon who was resolute, constantly probing up and down Wan Fang's body, looking for flaws.

It's a pity that this Wan Fang's bamboo whip is impermeable, and he doesn't have the slightest intention of fighting back, obviously investigating Gan Ping's catties. Hua Lingfeng, who was watching the battle from a distance, had a difficult face, it was obvious that when he fought with this Gan Ping before, he didn't go all out, otherwise, just looking at this strange and unpredictable body would be enough for him to drink a pot.