The corners of his mouth sprayed with blood foam, Gan Ping looked at Wan Fang in the air with a smile on his face, he had already admitted defeat, this Wan Senior Sister would not attack herself again regardless of her face, right?

"This one, Miao Cui Peak Wan Fang wins!" The dull faceless godless son announced the result of this mountain guarding ring, but it was just a mountain guarding ring for his own disciples, even if he won, there would be no prizes. Gan Ping, who was on the side, looked at Wan Fang's rather embarrassed face and couldn't help laughing, but he accidentally hooked the injury and Lian Sheng coughed. Just now, Wan Fang gathered the true yuan mana and physical strength of his whole body, plus the power of the heavenly bamboo shoots and wood spirits, even Gan Ping's current physical strength was caught off guard, and he was not caught off guard.

Seeing that this kid was so lazy and scoundrel, Wan Fang couldn't help but feel angry, and he didn't forget to make fun of himself when he was so injured, it was really hateful. The surface was silent, and he had already gritted his teeth in his heart, and as soon as his jade hand was raised, a blue and blue thunder light shone out, slashing straight to the top of Gan Ping's head. A glimmer of essence suddenly flashed in the dull eyes of the godless son on the side, but when he realized that it was beneficial to Gan Ping and harmless, and that Miao Cuifeng was the only one to treat his injuries, the slightly raised finger quietly fell, allowing this pair of juniors to mess around.

Poor Na Gan Ping originally thought that in front of this godless son, how to make a fool of himself, Senior Sister Wan Fang would not do anything to him, and the child's heart attacked, so he became weird. But he never expected that there was such a wonderful spell in the world, and when he saw the thunder attack, the godless son on the side did not react at all, and he was caught off guard, and he couldn't dodge at all, so he could only let the blue and blue thunder light hit the top of his head.

Gan Ping only felt a tingling sensation all over his body, and the thunder light turned into a large stream of pure wood spiritual power rushing down from the top gate, flowing through his whole body to help him recover from his injuries. This wood-based spiritual power is the best way to repair injuries and nourish the physical body, and Gan Ping's pure fire attribute true element, under the urging of this wood-based spiritual power, most of the injuries were repaired in an instant.

A carp stiffened, Gan Ping got up from the ground, bowed down to Wan Fang and said, "Thank you senior sister for helping!" For this Wan Fang, Gan Ping has learned a lot, whether he can fight or not, and whether he can run or not, it is better to please more, so as not to suffer in the future. Wan Fang turned his head without a sigh, Gan Ping was a little puzzled, straightened up, and was stunned to find that Wan Fang had a smile on his delicate and beautiful side face.

Before Gan Ping could react, the godless son on the side slapped him on the shoulder, "Since you lost, go down!" Gan Ping knew the rules of guarding the mountain, although there was nothing sharp, but if he lost, he could not continue to stay on the stage, so he could only admit defeat and step down.

Although he was defeated, he was defeated miserably, but although he was defeated, he was still glorious. How many disciples can suppress the masters of the Jindan Great Perfection several times with the cultivation of the Liquid Transformation Realm? There are also a few disciples of the Liquid Transformation Realm who can be deflated by the masters of cultivation like Wan Fang. Although he was defeated on the surface, Gan Ping knew that if it was really a life-and-death fight, he would have killed his opponent in one face. Whether it was the Silent Extinguishing True Flame or the Qing Ying Bone Fire, or the Heavenly Demon Blood God Sword and the Qingyuan Sword Talisman, none of them could be resisted by a disciple of the Jindan realm.

Therefore, Gan Ping was defeated without the slightest burden, and did not cover his Dao heart with a little dust, but what made him wonder slightly, why did the head of the godless son, when he spoke to himself, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he couldn't help laughing? Before he could figure it out, he had already walked to the edge of the ring, and the disciples in the audience were stunned at first when they saw Gan Ping, and then burst into laughter. Mo Yongfeng, who was sitting in the back and drinking tea, also squirted out a mouthful of tea and coughed again and again.

Gan Ping realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly touched his face, and the palm of his hand was pitch black, and then he suddenly realized, turned around and looked at Wan Fang, who was snickering, and was about to speak. I saw Wushenzi biting his lip lightly, and waved the sleeves of his robe, "Go, go, don't delay." Gan Ping, who was standing on the edge of the ring, only felt an irresistible wind blowing, and he was retreated to the stage and floated to the seat where Mo Yifeng and the others were.

Those disciples of the outer sect also laughed, but Zhang Yingcheng and other sect seniors had gloomy faces and did not say a word. Others can't see it, can't they see their own cultivation? That godless son doesn't know when he has broken through to the Yuan Shen realm, what kind of adventure did this Miao Cheng Sect have? There are people who break through the Yuan Shen realm one after another, how can other sects deal with themselves?

As opponents for many years, how could they not know that this godless son, Miao Chengzong has no anger and is below the real person, Wuyun, godless, Wuyin, and Mo Yifeng, and their strength is not equal, although this godless son has no waves on the surface, but if he is really inactive, how can he ascend to the first seat of the ruling hall? Someone once estimated that this godless son who is not visible on weekdays is three parts stronger than the sharp Mo Yifeng, and his combat power is directly chasing after the angerless real person.

Now that he and Wufu Zhenren have broken through the realm of the primordial gods, what about the boundless son? what about the soundless? the soundless is just enough, as an alchemist master, if he breaks through the realm of the primordial gods, he can refine a more high-level elixir, Zhang Yingcheng doesn't believe that Miao Chengzong can't see this. If there is any spiritual thing that can break through the realm of the primordial gods, I am afraid that it is the first to take care of this boundless son whose longevity is about to end, right?

The laughter in his ears was so harsh, Zhang Yingcheng waved his sleeve, and a disciple of the Immortal Ling Sect beside him snorted and flew out upside down, "Shut up, I don't know if I'm dying!" The other sect elders were all silent, as if they affirmed Zhang Yingcheng's thoughts. This Miao Cheng Sect, I'm afraid it's going to rise, and after today's thing is over, I will definitely have to return to the sect to agree on a countermeasure. Otherwise, the danger of the sect overturning is imminent.

Gan Ping didn't know that all the troubles of these people came from him, and he was swept over everyone's heads by the power of the godless son, and fell to Mo Yifeng and the others. Seeing him come to the front, the silent aunt on the side laughed, and immediately seemed to think of his identity, so he put on a straight face, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and looked up and down at Gan Ping, looking quite interested.

Gan Ping couldn't help but feel aggrieved, I am not your disciple, so I made it like this. But he didn't dare to say this clearly, so he hurriedly saluted Mo Yongfeng and Wuyunzi: "The disciple is ashamed, his strength is not good, and he was defeated on the stage, please punish the teacher." Seeing Gan Ping's miserable appearance, Mo Yifeng rolled his Adam's apple, and just wanted to say something, the boundless man on the side had already replied with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, that Wanfang is not an outsider, what does it matter if a family competes with each other, what does it matter if you win or lose?"

This old fox is really cunning and abnormal, Mo Yifeng looked embarrassed when he said these few words, and the silence on the side was also slightly red. Mo Yongfeng touched his nose in a sneer, "Hmm, yes, yes, that Wanfang is not an outsider, it is said that it is a family..." Uh, this, she's your fiancée's sister, this, that..."

The boundless man on the side snickered slightly, and a pair of shiny little eyes patrolled back and forth on Mo Yifeng's embarrassed face and the little hands that kept twisting behind him from time to time, full of smugness and cunning. The thief's smiling expression made Mo Yifeng angry, and hurriedly looked at Gan Ping, "Well, Ping'er, this battle, you are also tired, and there is nothing big to do in the future, you might as well go back to your Hualong Peak to rest, and come to my Weiyu Peak tomorrow, I have something to ask you." ”

Hearing this, Gan Ping was slightly puzzled, could it be that his own master kicked himself back to Hualong Peak with such a kick? This sect ceremony was only halfway through, but when he saw Mo Yifeng looking at the strange eyes on his face, he suddenly realized, hurriedly saluted and said goodbye, and hurriedly left Yinxuan Peak with Huo'er.

After leaving the Yinxuan Peak Great Array, Gan Ping drove the sword light and conjured up a fire mirror, only to see that his face was mottled inside, and his face, which was originally like a crown of jade, was now translucent in the dark, and the blue was stealing blue in the bright, which was weird and abnormal. The bun on the top of his head had already been blasted by the thunder, and the hair on his head stood unkempt and erect, like a hedgehog. No wonder the people who see themselves are so strangely poor, no wonder his master has to go back to repair by himself, obviously he can't afford to lose this person.

With a miserable scream, Gan Ping smashed the fire mirror with one palm, took up the mountain returning sword, turned into a streamer, and flew away with his face several times faster than usual. The miserable cry was transmitted back to Yin Xuan Peak, where people were surging, and Wan Fang, who heard this voice, couldn't help but slightly hook the corners of his mouth, revealing a bright smile.