Chapter 909 (1/2)

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The ninth and ninety-ninth chapter of the spirit of the Ziyang Sword Emperor

“How can it be……”

He knows that Ning Qi is very strong, but the opponent is really strong enough to beat their nine peaks, Battle Venerable?

Even 1-star Battle Saint can’t do this!

At the beginning, he remembered the cultivation base of Ning Qi at that time, even the Battle Venerable was not. In his eyes, it was as small as an ant!

The other eight kings were also secretly shocked in the heart, and at the same time began to quietly healed, looking at Ning Qi over there, seeing that he had no more movements, and his mind was relaxed.

In the hell, for a moment, the silent needle can be heard, even the gas does not dare to pant.

“Your Master, it’s almost time to come?”

Ning Qi smiled and looked towards the horizon: “Tell Cao Cao Cao Cao.”

Who is Cao Cao?

A little doubt in the heart of the doodle, is it an expert in the Land of the East Profound?

Three rays of light come in tandem and break space, and fall directly to Hongmeng Zun and others.

One of them is the master of Hongmeng Zun, Mo Sheng, and the other two are also the disciple of the Ziyang Sword Emperor and the existence of the Battle Saint class.

However, in the eyes of Ning Qi, the cultivation base of these three people is weaker than the ordinary saint of the Holy Land, and in their own eyes, it is no different from the ants.

“Your Excellency is who? Why hurt my identification?”

Something about the jealousy of Mo Sheng is sitting on the golden throne at a glance, Ning Qi, said solemnly, with his legs crossed.

At the same time, his ears moved slightly, and he heard the sound transmission of Hongmeng Zun, and informed the origin of Ning Qi that the face of Mo Sheng was even more gloomy.

“Who am I almost knowing? Don’t talk nonsense, you are not my opponent, go call Xu Zhen, only him, I can barely stand up and play with him.”

Ning Qi said with a smile.

“hiss……”

Everyone is stuck in a breath of cold air.

These fellows are not afraid of them?

“Manic brat.”

The Battle Saint sneered next to Mo Sheng seemed to want to shoot, and the result was stopped by Mo Sheng.

“Ink Brother, you won’t be caught by him?”

The mouth of the Battle Saint evoked a trace of disdain.

Another Battle Saint saw it, no snoring, he always felt that Ning Qi was a little weird, especially the throne under the butt, which made him feel guilty.

Not to mention him, even if Xu Zhen sees the spirit of Wang Pin, he has to feel guilty. This is the crushing of the soul, and has nothing to do with the cultivation base!

“He called the Master’s full name, obviously relying on it. If we arbitrarily shot, I am afraid there will be an accident. I have already communicated to the Master. He will be able to come immediately, and then I will care about this child!”

Ink sound transmission road.

“it is good!”

That Battle Saint hearing this, sneer nodded, his eyes glanced at Ning Qi with impunity, and deliberately stayed in the neck and heart.

But when he found out that Ning Qi was not afraid, but like a smile yet not a smile of the look towards towards himself, the Battle Saint suddenly issued a coldly snorted: “I hope that my Master will come, you can continue to sit.”

Under the help of Mo Sheng, the nine people of Hongmeng have improved their injuries. At the very least, they can stand up. At this moment, they are standing behind the Moss three, and they don’t know what they are thinking.

As for the butcher, he did not escape, but he took the opportunity to hide behind the people such as Hongmeng Zun, which would make him feel safer.

Before the Ziyang Sword Emperor came, the soul of Ning Qi had penetrated into the earth and searched around. After remembering several mines that might appear middle grade refining stone, a familiar figure breaking space came and fell. Mo Sheng side.

The middle-aged man looks very ordinary, but at the corner of his mouth, there seems to be a scar, a bit like a sword wound. In addition, his hair is black and supple, his height is higher than that of ordinary people, wearing a hit. The purple robes with gold inset, hung a scabbard around his waist, and it was empty.

“Master!”

“Zhuzu!”

“Ziyang Jiandi!”