Chapter 1202: Holy land (2/2)
”Wang Hao Gongzi, are you here to find Bei Xuan?”
Nalan’s eyes were slightly moving and said.
Wang Hao nodded: ”Exactly, Master Naran is like me?”
”Well, but you are a white man, but you have left the place, and Wang Xue does not know when he will return.”
Nalan White Road.
”Are you leaving, thank you Master Nalan for telling you, and let's say goodbye.”
Wang Hao arched his hand and turned away. When Ning Qi walked, he did not hide his eyes and ears. Therefore, Wang Hao heard the route he left and went all the way to the gate of the city.
”Leaving the ancestral city? This is a lot easier.”
Wang Hao smiled.
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After half a month, the holy land.
Ning Qi put away the ‘empty boat’ and landed at the gate of the sacred land. This boat was the boat that was obtained from the ruined land. It was named Ningqi’s empty boat.
Many monks in the holy land saw Ning Qi's broken ship, knowing that this is a good tool for the road, and they looked at Ning Qi with greed, and secretly guessed the origin of Ning Qi.
”What is your chance here?”
The sacred monk guards looked at Ning Qi and walked toward them, asking slowly.
”I am looking for someone.”
Ning Qi smiled.
”Who are you looking for? But I am a monk in the Holy Land?”
The guardian monk brows slightly.
”Yu Ji.”
Ning Qi faint road.
”Yu Ji? What are you looking for?”
The guardian monk's eyes moved slightly.
”I just came to subpoena. It is Wang Haoran who let me come.”
Ning Qi reported the name of Pharaoh. Since he asked himself to come to the holy place, he said that he should also be a monk from the Holy Land. The other party should recognize it.
”I know, come with me.”
The guardian monk nodded faintly, and Ningqi entered the holy place with him. He did not fly for a long time and landed in a square built on the top of the mountain.
Here, stands a magnificent giant hall.
A few figures came across the air, and Qi Qi fell around Ningqi. The monk who took the road guarded his body and walked behind the few people, watching Ning Qi coldly.
Ningqi’s brow wrinkled, and things seemed to be wrong.
”This son is Wang Haoran's associate?”
The monks who lived in Ningqi’s late Yongsheng dynasty asked the monks.
”Yes, he said it!”
The goalkeeper monk nodded quickly.
Wang Haoran's associates?
Is it difficult to become a pharaoh with the Holy Land?
Ning Qi flashed a cold mang in his eyes, and looked coldly at the few monks who were surrounded by the eternal life. He said: ”I came over for Wang Haoran. I don’t know anything else, nor his accomplices. misunderstanding.”