The person who came was the cold rain of Mo Lingfeng, as early as the time of the great competition of the sect a few years ago, this cold rain was not angry with Gan Ping and Ning Ziling, and he invited him to fight, but he was severely injured by Gan Ping in the realm of refining qi. Since then, Gan Ping has not had any news of this cold rain, but he doesn't have much good feelings for the Leng family and Leng Yu, and the person in front of him is one of the few opponents in his sect. Now that Gan Ping has experienced so many encounters, his own cultivation has already far surpassed Leng Yu, and he is far from the immature boy during the year-end exam. With Gan Ping's current identity, he can't be embarrassed at all, as long as this cold rain no longer provokes him, those who have passed in the past can not be blamed.

Leng Yu's face was suddenly stunned, revealing a strange expression, but he didn't know that there was already a storm in his heart. It's just that less than a year has passed, how could this kid in front of him cultivate so amazingly?

You must know that you were able to stabilize this Gan Ping before, since she was defeated and injured in the year-end competition that day, Leng Yu returned to Mo Lingfeng, and tried to retreat and cultivate in anger. With his own diligence and the care of the elders of the sect, he was able to break through the level that had been difficult to pass for a long time and reach the realm of condensation, which was enough to be proud of his peers.

However, compared to the Gan Ping in front of him, this Gan Ping's breath is extremely mellow, and it is obvious that he has reached the realm of liquid. Thinking of his father's strange look before leaving, Leng Yu finally understood why his father asked him to come here.

At the moment, Leng Yu clenched his fists slightly, "Gan Ping... That junior brother..." Although the cultivation was surpassed by Gan Ping, but with the pride of Leng Yu, he couldn't pull his face to do such a disgusting thing as groveling and self-surrendering, this Gan Ping entered the sect later than himself, and it didn't hurt to call him a junior brother.

"Senior Brother Gan Ping, I heard that you went out this time to experience a thrilling adventure, so I came to visit for my brother, and it is really gratifying for Senior Brother Gan's cultivation to improve..." This cold rain is obviously not good at flattering others, these few sentences are dry, the preface does not match the afterword, and it is extremely awkward.

Gan Ping looked at Leng Yu's clumsy performance coldly, and couldn't help but feel a little helpless in his heart, he had already guessed Leng Yu's intention, his face eased a lot at the moment, and he said to Leng Yu with a smile: "Senior Brother Leng is here, I haven't welcomed you from afar, please bear with me, come, go inside and let the little brother serve tea for a generation..."

Stretch out your hand and don't hit the smiling person, since this cold rain has put down his identity and talked to himself with a pleasant face, Gan Ping is not good to put on a stinky face again. Although there was a dirty relationship between the two, but now that the other party is clearly putting on a posture of apology, Gan Ping is embarrassed to turn him away, they are both young and vigorous, and some things are just said. As long as this cold rain doesn't provoke himself in the future, he doesn't bother to embarrass him.

"No, no, no..." Leng Yu shook his hand again and again, "I still have important business, just to come to see you, and..." There was a look of embarrassment on his face, after all, he was here to apologize, but he couldn't say anything, and his face was flushed at the moment.

After going through so many ups and downs, how could Gan Ping not be able to see the way out? Obviously, this cold rain was sent by the elders of the family to reconcile, although he is extremely beautiful at the moment, but he knows that he knows that it is better to have one more friend than one more enemy. What's more, there is not any hatred between himself and this cold rain that cannot be resolved, it is all some trivial things that fight for the wind, since this cold rain is coming, it is good to simply end the matter.

Lang Lang smiled at the moment, Gan Ping nodded slightly, "Senior Brother Leng, are you afraid that I have some ambush here? Let him pass the past things, why bother to take it to heart?" Leng Bu prevented his own heart from being picked out, Leng Yu couldn't help but be slightly surprised, his original nature was not bad, but he was arrogant and indulgent at home, and Gan Ping stole the limelight that day, so he did something to bully the small.

Leng Yu has been healing his injuries these days, and he has seen a lot of cultivation at the same time, and now he can't help but rejoice in his heart when he releases his previous suspicions with Gan Pingbing, "Since this is the case, then it is disrespectful to be a brother, I want to see what a scene the junior brother's dojo is." He was also quite open-minded by nature, and now that the gloom in his heart was gone, he immediately laughed. "Hey, where's your little monkey?"

As Gan Ping lifted the ban, Leng Yu was shocked by the aura that came to his face, "It really deserves to be a blessed land, and it is difficult for this aura to be so abundant..." As everyone knows, as soon as Gan Ping came back, he carved the silver earth mother into a talisman and divided it into dozens of pieces and drove it into the leyline, and this aura naturally improved a lot.

Seeing the shock on Leng Yu's face, Gan Ping was also a little proud, after all, it was a young man's heart, "Oh, Senior Brother Leng is talking about Huo'er, right? That naughty ghost disappeared as soon as he came back, maybe he was looking for trouble with those iron-armed spirit apes..." Speaking of which, this fire disappeared as soon as he returned to Hualong Peak, thinking of the salivating expression on the little monkey's face before, it is likely that he went to look for that monkey wine.

Leng Yu saw that Gan Ping's dragon peak was arranged with a clear eye, and the prohibitions in the sky were running endlessly, and there was a look of envy in his eyes, although he was a disciple of Mo Lingfeng's Leng family, how could he be free to hold a peak alone? Leng Yu jumped, and hurriedly asked cautiously, "Senior Brother Gan, what's wrong with you?"

With a wave of his hand, Gan Ping re-banned Hualong Peak, "Senior Brother Leng, I'm really sorry, it's inconvenient today, and I will definitely invite you to come and drink tea the next day." Hurriedly hugged his fist at Leng Yu, and without waiting for him to answer, Gan Ping took out the mountain returning sword, and flew in the direction of the inner gate Xiandu Peak with the sword light.

Leng Yu was stunned suddenly, and he really couldn't understand why this Senior Brother Gan was still smiling all over his face, and he was angry in a blink of an eye? Standing in the air and thinking for a while, Leng Yu violently urged his body to put down the magic weapon and went in the direction where Gan Fang had just left. When he came, the elders of the family had already made it clear that this Gan Ping would definitely achieve extraordinary achievements in the future, and he came this time not only to make amends, but also to make friends with him.

The children of big families like Leng Yu, although they are cultivators, they still have to wait for the art of power and scheming. Gan Ping left angrily, obviously in trouble, when will he wait until he doesn't make a move? Now is a good opportunity to make friends, rather than icing on the cake, it is better to send charcoal in the snow, this truth Leng Yu still understands.

Gan Ping drove the sword light all the way forward, ignoring the cold rain chasing behind him, now his cultivation is much higher than the cold rain, and the sword light also disappeared without a trace in a flash, and in a moment Gan Ping appeared dozens of miles away.

The scene in front of him made Gan Ping furious, and above the sky in the distance, several sword lights flew up and down, and three of the disciples actually held a red silk thread in their hands, pulling desperately.

On the side, there was even one person shouting loudly, "Hurry up, hurry up, you waste, you can't even catch a low-level spirit beast, it's really a useless thing!" Those few people laughed bitterly, this spirit beast is extremely powerful for some reason, even if he and others have this demon rope in their hands, it is difficult to easily subdue it, but this young man who is obviously the highest cultivator just shouted peace, and did not have the intention of helping.

Huo'er was holding a big gourd in his hand, and his whole body and arms had been trapped by the silk thread, and he didn't know what the silk thread was made of, and it was difficult to break free even if it was as powerful as fire. Poor Huo'er's whole body is full of magical powers, and now his arms are tied to death, and a ray of light flashes from time to time when he is sacrificed, obviously there is some forbidden method that restrains Huo'er's spiritual power. Gan Ping couldn't help but blood pupils when he saw this scene, Huo'er was the tip of his heart, and if he dared to touch the tip of his heart, it would cost you your life.

Unable to care about much, Gan Ping let out a long roar and turned the mountain sword into several fierce sword qi, slashing towards the silk thread in the air. The re-refined Huanshan Sword has reached the level of the fourth grade, and the weight is even more than 20,000 catties. Gan Ping shot out with all his strength at this moment, and the heavy sword blade roared, and the sword qi was even more slashed on the silk thread with boundless murderous aura.

A few people who were catching the fire were caught off guard, only to feel the fierce trembling of the demon rope held in their palms, and the bursts of murderous aura were unexpectedly enveloped in their heads, and they couldn't help but quickly dodge away. Although the demon rope has the power to restrain spirit beasts such as Huo'er, it is not too high in itself, and it was cut off by the sword qi with a click under Gan Ping's angry attack.

Those few people only felt that the palm of their hands was light, and the taut silk thread in their hands was broken, and a young man in white fell into the air with a murderous face like frost, and the undisguised murderous intent in his eyes made several disciples who were not low in cultivation cold all over their bodies, and they were terrified in their hearts.