Chapter 2402: Pick me up three sticks

"This person will not be Ningbei Xuan? Isn't he a perfect person? This disappeared for more than 20 years, even broke through to the early days of the immortals!?"

"I said how he is so familiar, it turned out to be Ning Beixuan! There is a good show!"

"Is it really Ningbei Xuan? No... It is not that Ning Beixuan never dared to compete with Jinxian. Whenever Jinxian was present, he used his ghostly escape means to escape? For more than 20 years, I have not seen it. How dare he take the initiative to find a cold predecessor?"

"This place is not too far from Xuan Jianzong. This may be his dependence."

The immortals around the stone pavilion are wide-eyed, and they are curious and excited to look at the direction of Shiting. At the same time, they also exchanged a few words from time to time.

The guys in front of Shiting looked at each other and looked at each other with some hesitation. I don’t know if I should get up and retreat. After all, coldheart may try to suppress Ningqi, and then the aftermath of Jinxian’s shot. It’s spread, and with their cultivation, I’m afraid that it’s not dead or hurt.

"Well, don't run away."

Ning Qi smiled.

Lengyuan faintly looked at Ning Qi, "because you broke through to the early days of the immortals, so you have enough strength?"

"I have always had the strength. If I don't come here today, how many years have the cold-blooded seniors planned to sit here?"

Ning Qi smiled and said.

"You are not afraid that I will kill you."

In the eyes of Leng Yuan, there was an anger in his eyes. Ningqi’s words were very ridiculous, as if he was laughing at him for years. As a golden fairy, he repeatedly let Ningqi escape!

"The cold predecessors laughed. It is less than a thousand miles away from Xuan Jianzong. You killed me and you have to be suppressed by your ancestors. Have you escaped?"

Ning Qi smiled.

"The ancestors had already talked about the communication, and you will not intervene in this matter, so I will kill you, and the mysterious sword will not be shot."

There was a hint of ridicule in the eyes of Leng Yuan.

"Oh, why didn't the cold predecessors still do it?"

Ning Qi smiled. Leng Yuan fist can not help but clench, if you change to the wilderness in the wild, he will not say a few words with Ning Qi, directly cracked on the crack, but here not only close to Xuan Jianzong, there are many eyes in the vicinity If he shot and suppressed Ning Qi, this news will inevitably be introduced into the ear that should be comfortable.

He should be a Xianjun doorman now, and he has to be jealous of three points.

At some point, the self-identity should be more jealous than the old man of Xuanjian. If you can suppress Ningqi silently, Leng Yuan will naturally not be soft.

"Let's do it. I heard that the cold predecessors have been here for me for more than 20 years. I can't let the cold predecessors wait for the whites. If the cold predecessors can pick me up, I will give up the two lower grades. How? ?"

Ning Qi laughed.

His voice, in the turmoil of the spirit of the Faerie, rolled away in all directions.

Xuan Jianzong.

When Ning Qi’s voice sounded, all Xuan Jianzong disciples, elders, true biography, and peak owners, looked up in the same direction, and they all looked shocked.

"That is the voice of Ningbei Xuan!"

Ye Tian looks stunned.

"Is he coming down? Cold predecessors? It won't be cold."

Heze flashed a cold heart in his eyes.

"It is the grandfather!"

"Ning brother!"

"Big brother?"

It should be a surprise from the alchemy room, followed by a few disciples who were injured by the Dan furnace and looked surprised and happy.

On the missing moon, there were dozens of people who broke through the air and flew in the direction of the sound. The leader, it should be true! Immediately afterwards, Xuan Jianzong’s figure appeared in succession. Whether it was a foreign disciple, an inner disciple, or even a true patriot, he flew away from the voice of Chaoning Qi. 30,000 disciples, at least one-third of them are now out, such as the army’s transit, black pressure

The piece of pressure, let those who heard the sound also rushed to Ningqi, rushed away, did not dare to stop the road.

"Ning Bei Xuan took the initiative to find a cold-blood? Hey, this thing, we have to look at it!"

Not long after, the Jinxian elders in Xuanjian Zong, except for three or five are retreating, the rest are together with Murong and Nangong.

In the valley.

"This kid..."

The old man of Xuanjian appeared next to the stone tablet, and the sleeves were waved. The spirit of the fairy spirit rippled like a wave of water, as if it had turned into a mirror, reflecting the scene in the stone pavilion.

In addition to Xuan Jianzong, the nearby immortals were attracted by Ning Qi's words. In less than a moment of effort, the stone pavilion was the center, and the surrounding hills and the void were almost full of immortals!

"What a big brother!"

After Shinji arrived, I saw Ning Qi, and suddenly there was a hint of surprise in her eyes. The heart was long and relieved. Ning Qi had no news for more than 20 years, so she had to give birth to the worst plan.

"Sister, that is Fengyun Zongjinxian, Lengyuan, Ning brother, he will not be in danger..."

Fan Zeng looks dignified.

"Look at the situation first, Murong, Nangong and other ancestors are there, it should not be an accident."

I should have swept around for a moment and talked.

Xuan Jianzong ninety-nine peaks, all people are present, a line of sight on Ning Qi, emotions, curious, anticipation, but also grievances, hostility!

In particular, Jin Rifeng, Dajiangfeng, Danfeng, the three peak disciples, the senses of Ningqi, naturally very poor, have been staring at Ning Qi with cold eyes. Because Ning Qi did not appear for more than 20 years, Li Changchun, who was afraid of his revenge, had already returned to Xuan Jianzong. At this moment, he was also attracted by Ning Qi’s voice. He was looking at Ning with uncertain eyes. Odd, it seems that Ning Qi has successfully broken through the devil from such a short time to the fairy.

In the early days, I was shocked.

"Is that Ningbei Xuan?"

"It is indeed him. I can't think of it for more than 20 years. He is already in the early days of the immortals. I remember that he became a disciple of Xuan Jianzong. How many years?"

"Leng Yuan has been looking for him for so many years, and today he is finally caught."

"Catch? Oh, you look at Xuan Jianzong who came to a few Jinxian ancestors, and Leng Yuan wants to suppress Ning Beixuan from their eyes today, I am afraid there is no possibility."

"Oh, this is also true."

The scattered repairs that came out of the news, the subconscious glory of Murong and other Jinxian existed. They were so close to Jinxian for the first time. It was inevitable that they were a little excited, and they had a glimmer of hope for today’s events.

"Just like Ning Bei Xuan seems to say, let the cold-blooded seniors pick him up three sticks, if they take it, they will hand over the next grader, I wonder if I have heard it wrong?"

"I didn't get it wrong, I heard this sentence before I came."

"Interesting, the cold-blooded predecessors are not the gods that he was killed, three sticks? Ha ha..."

There was a taunting color in Heze’s eyes. At this time, after Murong, Nangong and other Xuanjian Zongjinxian confirmed the identity of Ningqi, Murong smiled and said: "Northern Master, do you want to help?"