Chapter 775

That male inner disciple looked arrogant like a saint earth disciple, and other monks seemed to be inferior in his eyes.

Since Ning Xiaochuan is not a descendant of the holy land, he is naturally very impolite to Ning Xiaochuan.

"It doesn't matter! I'll wait a little longer. I believe that the saint of light will soon return to the holy land of light. At that time, she will naturally explain to you." Ning Xiaochuan seemed very easy-going and not angry.

Ning Xiaochuan's speed was higher than that of the bright saint and others, and he reached the bright holy land one step ahead of them.

Even Ji Qiankun's space magic has many limitations, which is not as fast as Ning Xiaochuan's Dragon. At the moment, the three of them are still on their way back to the holy land of light.

The two inner disciples guarding the holy gate, with a contemptuous smile in their eyes, saw Ning Xiaochuan take the initiative to retreat, and did not expel him again.

Outside the holy gate, there is a pavilion. Many monks who want to enter the holy land of light gather outside the pavilion to rest.

Some were rejected because they didn't receive the invitation, but they were unwilling to leave the holy land of light, so they continued to wait outside the holy gate.

Some are waiting outside the holy gate because their companions are still on the road.

There are also some people who deliberately wait here to pay tribute to the supreme demeanor of the great native heirs.

Ning Xiaochuan also walked towards the pavilion, sat on a stone bench and began to close his eyes.

"Look, Cang Minghai, the God son of the ghost family, Yan Mie, actually came to Guangming Holy Land in person, as well as the elder masters of the ghost family."

"Sure enough, it's Yan Mie. My God, this is one of the seven stars of the Big Dipper. The young generation is invincible."

"It is said that Yan Mie came for the spirit son of Tiandi mountain."

"Ning Xiaochuan, the Lingzi of Tiandi mountain, is now the man of the moment in Northern Xinjiang. He killed the Lingzi of the ghost family, which made the ghost family disgraced. The ancestor of the ghost family was furious and sent Yan Mie to teach Ning Xiaochuan in person."

"Are you kidding? Ning Xiaochuan is backed by Phoenix. As far as I know, a real person of the ghost family died in the hands of Phoenix, and the ghost family dare to offend him? Aren't you afraid that Phoenix will go to cangminghai to kill the earth?"

"The ancestor of the ghost family, but a secondary God, absolutely has the means left by the secondary God. Even if the Phoenix goes to cangminghai, it may not be able to get the ghost family."

"Yan Mie's fight against Fu Ning Xiaochuan is a struggle between the young generation of monks. As a Phoenix, he will never intervene. The ghost family expected this, so it sent Yan Mie to come in person."

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Hearing the voices of the people, Ning Xiaochuan also raised his head and looked at the people of the ghost family.

The black shadow in the front is Yan Mie, one of the seven stars of the Big Dipper, the God son of the ghost family.

Yan Mie's body was very vague, like a black human ghost fog. I didn't know what skill he had practiced. Even the people standing beside him couldn't see his face clearly.

Definitely a dangerous person!

Behind Yan Mie, followed by a group of old people of the ghost family, all dressed in black robes, pale, just like a group of old ghosts.

Seeing the monks of the ghost family and the two inner disciples of Guangming holy land, they immediately walked forward to salute and respectfully invited them into the holy gate.

Not long after, another group of people came.

The leader is an enchanting and beautiful young woman!

That woman looks like a teenager, but her figure is very hot, her chest is full, and there is an attractive gully squeezed out in front of her chest, * very upturned, her legs are slender, and she is wearing a blue Luo shirt, outlining attractive curves.

Seeing that enchanting woman, many monks with lower accomplishments had nosebleed and straight eyes!

"That's... That's the spirit girl of Jiutian Pavilion, the proud girl of Tang nationality, Tang Shuyao." A young monk sitting not far from ningxiaochuan added his lips and swallowed spittle wildly.

"Sure enough, she deserves to be the spirit girl of Jiutian Pavilion. If she shows her charm, I'm afraid few men can resist her temptation."

"Unfortunately, the goddess of Jiutian Pavilion didn't come. According to legend, the goddess of Jiutian Pavilion is the first beauty in Northern Xinjiang, and she once received the guidance of a reclusive supreme, whose cultivation is far beyond that of her peers."

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Ning Xiaochuan also looked at Tang Shuyao. Behind Tang Shuyao, there were many monks of the older generation, including the elders of the Tang nationality and the old women of Jiutian Pavilion.

The accomplishments of these older generation monks are not necessarily inferior to those of Tang Shuyao, and there are even some unfathomable antiques.

However, they are willing to be green leaves and follow behind Tang Shuyao.

Because Tang Shuyao's talent is extremely high, his future achievements must be above them, and he will become the ruler of the Tang nationality and the Jiutian Pavilion.

Seeing Tang Shuyao, Ning Xiaochuan wanted to rush up and ask the whereabouts of the treasure trove.

According to the crown prince, when Ning Xiaochuan fought with the crown prince, Tang Shuyao used the power of the Tang nationality to lead Baozhu dizang to a dead place and wanted to get rid of it.

Ning Xiaochuan still has some good feelings for Baozhu dizang. Although they are allies, when Ning Xiaochuan needed help most, only Baozhu dizang was beside him and broke into the Jiutian pavilion with him.

Ning Xiaochuan has always kept this feeling in mind.

If Baozhu dizang had really died in the hands of Tang Shuyao, Ning Xiaochuan would definitely avenge her.

"Tang Shuyao!" Ning Xiaochuan's eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed through his pupils.

In the distance, an old man of the Tang nationality seemed to notice and glanced in the direction of the pavilion.

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

Tang Shuyao's skin was like jade, her eyes were like water, and her eyes were like the soul of a man. She glanced in the direction of the pavilion and swept over Ning Xiaochuan.

"I just felt a little murderous!" The old man said in a deep voice.

He was looking for the source of the murderous spirit, but the murderous spirit flashed away and disappeared without a trace.

Tang Shuyao knew the strength of this uncle's cultivation. Since uncle Tai said he felt a trace of murderous spirit just now, someone must have just moved to kill.

Who on earth wants to kill me?

Tang Shuyao smiled and said, "it seems that the bright holy land is not peaceful, so we should be more careful. I don't know what kind of talents will appear at this North Xinjiang friars' meeting. It's really exciting!"

"Wow -"

In the distance, a white sword light flew from the horizon, turned into a beautiful figure, and fell outside the holy gate.

Everyone looked at the beautiful figure, and many people showed a happy and excited look, "saint of light! It's actually saint of light!"

Seeing the bright saint, the inner disciples of the two bright saints immediately came forward to salute and said, "see your highness."

The bright Saint nodded gently, looked at the nine heaven Pavilion and the friars of the Tang clan, and said, "welcome the nine heaven spirit lady and your predecessors to the bright holy land as guests, and you must make good arrangements for your predecessors."

"Your Highness, don't worry, we will never neglect the Jiutian Pavilion and the predecessors of the Tang clan." The male inner disciple said excitedly. He was very excited to see his Highness the saint of light.

Later, Wang Xu, the son of the Wang family, and Ji Qiankun, the son of the holy land of the nine ruins, also returned to the holy land of light and came outside the holy gate.

"Presumably, they are the two holy sons from the king's family of Middle Earth and the holy land of Jiuxu. I have heard about them for a long time. They are indeed handsome and magnificent. At first glance, they are dragon and Phoenix in people, and North. I'm afraid few young people in Xinjiang can compare with them." Tang Shuyao's red lips are crystal clear, her voice is soft, and her beautiful eyes are staring at Wang Xu and Ji Qiankun.

After seeing Tang Shuyao, Wang Xu and Ji Qiankun had a stunning feeling, and secretly said that they were worthy of being north. Since ancient times, there have been many famous beauties in Xinjiang. Not only does the saint of light have a beautiful face, but even this woman is like a witch, extremely attractive and blood spurting.

The beauty of the saint of light is an ethereal beauty. When people see her, they will feel happy. They can put aside all their troubles and talk about their hearts with her.

However, Tang Shuyao's beauty is a kind of beauty that flatters the bones. When people see her, they want to hold her in their arms and press her down on the bed. It's simply a beauty that makes men can't stop!

"Is this girl?"

Wang Xu stared at Tang Shuyao, and his heart was full of imagination, just like the waves of the sea. However, his face was still calm and looked very elegant.

"Lingnv of Jiutian Pavilion, Tang Shuyao!" Tang Shuyao smiled slightly, his apricot eyes were smoky, and his red lips were slightly upward, looking extremely beautiful.

Ji Qiankun stared straight at Tang Shuyao's full chest, and it was difficult to remove his eyes. He gently swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "I have heard the name of Jiutian Pavilion for a long time. It is said that almost every generation of the first beauty in Northern Xinjiang came from Jiutian Pavilion. When I saw Miss Tang today, I knew that the original rumors were true."

It's not that Ji Qiankun's state of mind is not firm, but because Tang Shuyao's charm is really amazing. She is naturally obsequious. She has a charm emanating from her body all the time. She is simply a witch to the letter!

Although her cultivation is not as good as Ji Qiankun and Wang Xu, if she really moves the idea of killing, Wang Xu and Ji Qiankun are expected to die in her hands.

Not only Ji Qiankun, almost every man present could not take his eyes away from her.

They were also beautiful women. Naturally, the saint of light still had a little loss in her heart. She gently shook her head and said to the two inner disciples guarding the holy gate, "wait a moment. If a young monk named Ding Chunqiu comes to the holy land of light, you must be polite to him. He is my guest!"

The female inner disciple seemed to think of something, looked in the direction of the pavilion not far away, and said, "not long ago, a young monk said he was a friend of the holy lady, and was stopped by us. I don't know... Is he the person that the holy lady said?"

At this moment, Ning Xiaochuan has walked towards the direction of the holy gate, and said from a distance, "I have said that I am a friend of the holy virgin, but you don't believe it! Holy virgin, I arrived before you."

Ning Xiaochuan's eyes were fixed on the bright Saint from beginning to end, and did not look at Tang Shuyao next to him.

Although it was just a look, it greatly increased the favor of the bright saint to him.

At least, the man named Ding Chunqiu was more determined than Wang Xu and Ji Qiankun, and he was not fascinated by the beauty of the nine heavenly spirits.

At the same time, the bright Saint also admired Ning Xiaochuan's cultivation more, and the speed was too fast. She started behind them, but she reached the bright holy land one step ahead of them.

With such a speed, no one in the younger generation can compare.