Chapter 1117: Gas swallowing (1/2)
The first one hundred and seventy-seven chapters swallowed thousands of miles
Ning Qi’s face is a bit weird. So, the cause of all these things is because of him? It is no wonder that Wen Hao has not seen the Hange and the present Buddha, and she is somewhat disappointed.
”Elder Wen, this thing can help you down, but I will only stay here for about three or four days.”
Ning Qi smiled.
”You? Help me?”
Lu Qian’s eyes showed a hint of disdain.
Wang Quan frowned: ”Are you going to let the Vientiane and the King Kong Temple come out?”
”The two are not available, this little thing, I will come out.”
Ning Qi faint road.
”You come out?”
The taunting in the eyes of Lu Qianzhe is even worse.
Wen Yan glanced at him coldly and then looked at Ning Qi: ”You are sure?”
”Eight ninety percent.”
Ning Qi smiled.
”Good! Kong Sancai and his ancestor will arrive in Boguzon within a day or two!”
There was a glimmer of joy in Wen Yan’s eyes. I don’t know why. He had a little confidence in Ning Qi, perhaps because he had given him a fetish.
”This matter is very important. If things fail, then how will the purple fire glazed treat us? We must inform the lord and let him take the idea.”
Lu Qian battle cold road.
After all, he got up and left the hall of the visitor. When he left, he also took a deep look at Ning Qi.
”Don't worry about him.”
Warm and cold, sweeping the back of the battle, and smiling at Ningqi: ”I am afraid that only Bogu Zongli will be able to merge into the purple fire glazed.”
”Is there still such a thing?”
Ning Qi stunned.
”Why didn't you? Lu Qianzhan was just a dissertation. Later, Bo Guzong, who came in later, compared with me. He didn't really have any feelings for Boguzong, but he was profitable. Now Boguzong brought him no benefit. He naturally wants to hold a thicker thigh.”
Wen Hao is unceremonious.
Wang Quan heard the words and nodded slightly.
After Lu Qian’s departure, there has never been any more. The Bogu Zongzong’s main wind is not over there, and there is no news. The time has changed in the past two days.
At noon, Bogu Zong’s disciple’s elders came to Shanmenkou under the leadership of Wen Hao and Wang Quan. The disciples had already known that an elder of Zihuo Liuzong had come to Bogu Zong, expecting, dissatisfied, worried, and All kinds of emotions are filled with people's hearts.
”coming!”
Wen Yan's face changed slightly, and his eyes looked dignified.
I saw more than a dozen black shadows coming from the air, and instantly appeared in front of everyone. Ning Qi recognized one of them, that is, the sect of the First Emperor Sword.
At this moment, his expression followed with a respectful follower behind an old man, leading the old man's breath, very honest, is a late monk in the battlefield, but the power of the law is not too much, only 2,100.
”The late monk in the battlefield...”
Wang Quan’s face showed a hint of frightening color. He subconsciously swept Ningqi’s eyes. He was curious in his heart. He didn’t know what Ning Qi’s eighty-nine percent grasps. Now it seems that there are still a few percent left?
The old man who led the leader swept the crowd and smiled a little. He said: ”The old man, the purple fire, the glazed glazed sect, the old man, Kong Zhengsheng, where is the wind of the lord of Bogu Zong?”
Everyone heard the words, heard his surname, subconsciously swept the hole, and rumors that there was no fake, this person is the ancestor of Kong Sancai.
”The sovereign is retreating.”
Wen Yu Gong.