Chapter 743： Quasi-jinxian

"Yes, Master!" Black Wind bowed, then turned and disappeared.

A moment later, in the imperial city, nearly a hundred fairyland monks stood outside the imperial palace, and Daoxian entered the imperial palace directly under the guidance of the black wind.

In the main palace of the palace, the Dao immortals discussed each other.

"It must have been the end of the garland night in the cave, and now we have to deal with the matter."

"Just don't know how to deal with this matter."

"Mostly like the Eighth Heaven, send some fairyland monks to guard around the enchantment."

While everyone was talking, a figure appeared in the palace hall, which was converged by the light spot, and after condensing, it was a woman dressed in green and green clothes.

The monks looked sideways, and the whole palace was silent for a while.

This woman is the owner of the palace.

Although it is only the immortal power, it also has a certain degree of coercion. The prestige of the real immortality still has undoubted majesty in front of them.

At this time, the Master of Litian Palace suddenly appeared, what is the reason? Although everyone was puzzled, but after a little hesitation, they still held a fist at the master of this palace, which was considered to have been seen.

"Senior, even if you have cultivated into the real fairyland, you can appear in the main hall of the Palace of the Falling Feathers like this out of thin air. I'm afraid it's a bit wrong?" Liu Sitong bowed his head slightly, but his voice was not inferior.

The monks were terrified that Liu Sitong had just stepped into the fairyland not long ago, but now he dares to be so arrogant about the few true immortals on this continent?

The figure from the main palace in the mid-air of the main hall slowly solidified, and the chance of light dissipated, and then the solidified body slowly fell until standing in the center of the entire main hall.

real body!

"Xian Li condenses, and the void tells the truth, this, this is ..."

"Golden Fairy!"

At this time, even Liu Sitong, who had just spoken, was silent. In the case of Jinxian, even if this palace is Song Ning, this imperial city is Song Ning, this country is Song Ning, but she is not Liu Sitong. It is the person who works for Song Ning.

"Congratulations to the Master of the Tiangong Palace!" The monks bowed their heads one after another. Such a gift, even when facing the peak of Song Ning, it was only so.

This is Tianlian Palace Master, Xiaolian. Xiaolian looked at the monks around with a smile and nodded slightly, calmly said: "It's not the Golden Immortal, standing on the edge of this Golden Immortal. Got it. You do n’t need to be rude. "

At this time, even if Xiaolian said so, no one dared to be really rude. Liu Sitong, who was just questioning now, is now hesitant. She only knows that this is the real fairy from the palace, but she did not expect it to be enough. Real fairy in the realm of golden fairy.

The door of the main palace of the palace opened when everyone was afraid to raise their heads.

Song Ning walked in step by step, his eyes fell on Xiaolian, and Leng Yuexiao followed him, holding their hands, shoulder to shoulder.

"It's far away from Song Tian to visit the main palace of the palace." Song Ning slowly approached from a distance.

Xiaolian smiled, and this smile only appeared when she faced Song Ning: "I would still call you a predecessor, and the word of being far away to welcome is too heavy."

"The top of the true immortal, the end of the golden immortal, the cultivation practice of the palace master should be said to be my predecessor." Song Ning said.

Xiaolian smiled and shook her head: "Even the eighth celebrity heaven's real golden fairy dared not make it in front of his predecessor. I still realized it by relying on the predecessor. How dare I claim to be big in front of my predecessor?

Song Ning's expression didn't move, he didn't speak a word, and his thoughts flew in his head as he stepped forward.

This little lotus, there is a problem!

With her current cultivation practice, there is almost no fear that the entire Orchid Continent can match it, but she always mentioned that thing in the past. After so long, even if it is counted, it is only her that can be counted. 'S avatar, now it's still' predecessor 'predecessor' cries, which is not like the style of a quasi-jinxian.

"Princess, why don't I come to the Imperial City of the Falling Feathers?" Song Ning avoided the topic, stepped on the dragon chair, and sat down with Leng Yuexiao.

From beginning to end, Leng Yuexiao said nothing, Xiaolian looked at her carefully, and she also looked at Xiaolian carefully.

In Russia, the two smiled at each other, avoiding each other's eyes.

Xiaolian's eyes turned to Song Ning again: "I'm here, just to hear what the seniors will do next?"

"Nine days battlefield?" Song Ning asked.

Xiaolian nodded: "Yes, the nine-day battlefield is open, and the heavens are watching. Even the predecessors Megatron at that time, it is not a long-term plan after all, and there seems to be a lot of things that the predecessors do not understand about this nine-day battlefield, so today, small Lian deliberately came here in person, just to hear what his predecessors have arranged for the next Youlan Continent. "

Xiao Lian took a bit of a ‘predecessor’, a quasi-jinxian who actually worked with the spirit realm, Song Ning, called senior. This is really unbelievable. In the minds of the monks, doubts arose.

Song Ning was also extremely puzzled at this time, always feeling strange in this matter. He wanted to habitually touch the Linghu next to the armrest, but this hand fell, and suddenly found his hand was empty!

What about Xiao Ke? !

Song Ning's expression was slightly sluggish.

"Black Wind." Song Ning did not answer Xiaolian directly, but turned to look at the man in black robe standing respectfully beside him.

Black Wind nodded slightly: "Master."

"Xiao Ke?" Song Ning asked.

The pupil of Heifeng shrank sharply. It was nearly two days. He even neglected Xiao Ke completely. If Song Ning did not mention it, he even forgot Xiao Ke ’s existence, which could weaken his sense of existence. To such a degree of skill, it has exceeded the imagination of the black wind.

Seeing Heifeng's expression, Song Ning probably knew that the matter was awkward: "Find."

Black wind bowed his fists, his figure disappeared into the main hall.

Later, Song Ning turned to look at Xiaolian. Xiaolian was so respectful. Now Song Ning can't see what Xiaolian thinks. Then, let's look at her bottom line.

"If you just want to listen to my next arrangement, Xianli will be able to consolidate. Why do you need to tell the truth and send the real body?" Song Ningju stood down and looked down at Xiaolian.

Xiaolian's face was indifferent, and her voice was still calm like water: "In order to show a little respect, nowadays, you are almost all respected in the upper and lower parts of the Orchid Continent. How can I not be interested?"

"Haha, hahahaha, the joke, the existence of the Tiangong Palace is already above the Yulan Continent. If the palace owner has anything, it doesn't need to be so troublesome. It is better to say it directly." Song Ningming Seeing Xiaolian, he didn't believe in Xiaolian, but he didn't believe in someone who could betray even the lives of his disciples.

Song Ning's remarks were provocative, and as soon as they spoke, they were silent in the main hall.

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