Chapter 872: Sufficient to sweep the power of Dong Xuan (2/2)
They have been sanctified for many years, and they are extremely sensitive to the atmosphere of fighting. It can be concluded that the seventy-two people in front of them are definitely far beyond the existence of fighting.
Then there is only one explanation!
Fighter!
”Impossible! How many fights do you have in the entire land of Dong Xuan? It is not even seventy-two!”
Sad and happy, some unbelievably muttered to himself.
”What? Fighting?”
His voice was heard by everyone. Jiang Qing, Shen Tu Yuanba, Wuhu and others, the face was shocked. Finally, everyone looked at Ning Qi and waited for him to explain.
”You, let me introduce, they are the seventy-two gods of war in my temple.”
Ning Qi smiled.
Standing at the forefront of the big snake pill, the corner of his mouth rose slightly, and the snake-like tongue couldn't help but explore it. No younger disciple saw this scene, and a chill in his heart, this guy, how is it so cold, is it a snake demon?
”Zong, the lord, I don't know their realm is...”
Sad Hongqiu could not help but ask.
”The Emperor.”
Ning Qi smiled slightly.
”God! Is it really the fighting emperor? Seventy-two fighting emperors? It’s too horrible. If this power is in the land of Dong Xuan, it is enough to sweep all the forces, what are the nine big families, that is a bird!”
The tiger screamed.
”You forgot, we can come and go, and these seniors can come and go as well.”
Shen Tu Yuanba's faint road, his face is reddish, the most understanding of his Xia Bing knows his husband at this moment, has been very excited, but did not show it.
”hiss……”
Everyone sucked a sigh of cold, and then they panted like a cow. Obviously, they had already thought of what the group would be if they appeared in the land of Dong Xuan.
”Boss! You are coming! Oops, dream elders are coming too? Are you coming from the Master?”
Duan Yingjun and Duan Feifei Qiqi came to this side and fell in front of Ningqi, looking at the crowd with a surprise.
”Is this handsome?”
“Ningqi No. 1 Ma Zi?”
”It's him!”
”Hey! How can I not see through his cultivation?”
”You were here...”
Xia Bing looked at the two silently. The two disciples were missing for several years. She thought they were in trouble and went out to look for it.
”Seven Stars Douglas? Do we have such a young seven-star battle in Zongmen?”
A few people in the sorrowful autumn looked at the handsome, with a hint of doubt in his eyes. Then he saw Duan Feifei and found that she was also a four-star lord, and she was even more confused.
”Wait, Xia Bing elders, are they your disciples?”
Ding Changshun suddenly remembered something.
”Yes.”
Xia Bing nodded.
”Isn't that said that these two people were foreign disciples? The foreigner disciples are the strongest. Shouldn't they be fighting kings?”
Ding Changshun was surprised.
”This, elders, I was a fighting king before, but I have been practicing hard in the past few years. Now it is already a seven-star battle!”
Duan Yingjun smiled and saw that everyone was surprised by his cultivation. He felt that he had not worked hard in the past few years.
”A few years from the fighting king to the seven-star battle...”
Situ Yi’s brothers, Tie Bing, and Zongyin’s inner disciples suddenly looked at Duan Yingjun with a look of envy. At the same time, they secretly vowed that they would stay here anyway!